Death March to the Parallel World Rhapsody

Satou here. When I first saw it, I couldn’t believe the existence of tofu hamburger steak. These days, there seem to be all sorts of hamburger steaks made from various ingredients, but I still think the best-tasting ones are made with mixed ground meat.

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Is it already evening?

How many old men and women’s back pains have I massaged? Everyone was grateful, so it was rewarding, but I wish they had been a bit gentler.

“The field hospital seems to be finished. This way, this way.”

Arisa and Nana, who had gone to see the artworks and treasures, returned. They took my hand and led me toward the Yamato Exhibition. Perhaps because it was evening, there were hardly any people around.

“Gozaru~”

“Gozaru, indeed!”

Pochi and Tama, wearing haori like the Shinsengumi, were striking poses holding wooden swords modeled after Japanese swords.

“Hmph, doesn’t it suit them? I bought them at the cosplay corner—or rather, the souvenir corner.”

“Arisa, I don’t approve of wasteful spending.”

Liza scolded, but Arisa’s allowance came from Nina in Baron Muno’s Domain. The feeling that “a slave’s possessions also belong to the Master” is something I still can’t get used to.

There was also a Japanese sword exhibition corner, but it seemed to be treated as an “ancient sword.” It looks like they never became widespread.

In the center of the sword exhibition was a model of the Holy Sword Clausolas, said to be Yamato’s sidearm.

It’s a greatsword nearly two meters long. I vaguely remember Clausolas in the previous world being a one-handed sword, but that was based on game knowledge, so it’s unreliable.

If Yamato could wield this sword, maybe he was surprisingly large in stature.

Behind the sword model hung a huge painting about three meters wide.

It depicted the golden-skinned Demon King standing atop a castle, facing off against Yamato. Yamato was shown wielding the Holy Sword on a dragon’s back. Although Yamato was a bit small in the painting, it’s understandable given the Demon King and dragon’s size.

The depiction of multiple swords floating in the air is probably the artist’s creative license. It looks like a scene straight out of an anime.

“There’s no way a human would ride a dragon.”

“Eh, a dragon knight is so moe!”

Liza looked slightly displeased seeing Yamato riding the dragon. Perhaps the Scale Tribe regards dragons as sacred.

I somehow understood why Arisa’s “moeru” was not “burning.” Mia beside Arisa was nodding enthusiastically, but I decided not to question why she was.

Arisa, please take it easy with the culture shock.

Before we reached the section displaying clothing from Yamato’s lifetime, a staff member came around to announce closing time, so we wrapped up the tour. If there’s time, I’ll come again.

According to Arisa, who had browsed earlier, there were various cosplay costumes, but those were really just clothes from that era, not cosplay.

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When we returned to the Count’s mansion, I was accosted by Miss Karina, who had been left behind—but after I gave her a souvenir matching the Shinsengumi haori and headbands like Pochi and the others’, she quickly forgave me. Such a fickle person.

When I told everyone that I’d be cooking tonight, the maids in Karina’s service cheered, but since I wasn’t planning on making anything luxurious, I wasn’t sure how to feel about their excitement.

To help Pochi overcome his dislike of fish, today’s menu was fish dishes.

“How do I look? Arisa helped me dress, but does it suit me?”

“It suits you very well.”

Miss Karina appeared at the kitchen in haori, and I gave a casual reply. She must be really happy to match Pochi and the others.

I started filleting the fish and making fish paste.

Inspired by the dumplings from yesterday’s relief food, I decided to make fish hamburgers. Since fish alone might taste bland, I mixed in a bit of goat fat as a secret ingredient. Our egg stock, which serves as a binder, was a bit low. I think I’ll ask Karina’s maids, who seemed free, to buy some eggs.