30 Years Have Passed Since the Prologue

Chapter 126

Before carrying out the operation with implicit permission from Elizaveta, Ivan had to deal with the second most important part of his daily routine. It was Isabelles dinner. (The first most important thing is grooming time.)

Since last night, Isabelle had been holding a kimchi pasta party once a week. For example.

This week, its pasta dressed with stir-fried kimchi!

Wow

Or.

This week, well have beef tenderloin bourguignon with wine-marinated kimchi!

Kimchi stew!!

Or.

This week, we plan to serve bacon-wrapped kimchi risotto, which we had last time!

Uncle, are you crying now?

Hmm.

It was truly a feast of hometown dishes (not). The kimchi he remembered was now different in shape, cooking method, and ingredients. But anyway, kimchi wasnt that, was it?

Come to think of it, even on Earth, kimchi was roughly treated as a similar category made from vegetables and fermented. Whether made with carrots or cabbage, it meant the same thing.

So, Isabelles kimchi, despite its primitive form seasoned only with salt and fermented fish sauce, with a white color reminiscent of Baek Kimchi, could still be called kimchi.

Most kimchi becomes tastier when fried or steamed, even if its slightly undercooked. This has been proven by frozen pork belly restaurant owners on Earth several times.

Therefore, at this point, Ivan naturally began to think such thoughts. He wanted to implement the forbidden vision that contained the desire of all Koreans.

Cant we wrap spam in kimchi and eat it?

There was kimchi, and there was spam, wasnt there? Spam was actually a type of pressed ham, which was a compressed military ration made by mixing minced meat with flour.

(https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spam_(food))

And there was a food product designed with a very similar concept.

Nutrition bar!

A product of this perfect nutritional design, where minced meat is mixed with grains and solidified in lard to increase preservation, just like spam.

The advanced food, created by condensing the civilization technology of modern humans, can be considered a kind of pressed ham. The way its made and the result produced arent significantly different.

So, what would happen if we fried or steamed it with kimchi?

Eeewww.

U-uncleUncleYoure trying tokill me, all of us!

Do humans also eat dog food? Or was dog food originally meant for humans? Then wouldnt that be human food instead of dog food? If so, why didnt I stop that person back then? We could have just been happy together in the dungeon, couldnt we?

The confused students were ignored. Ivan was an excellent agent, and agents must seek solutions before lamenting over failure.

In operational situations, minor failures and resulting disruptions from colleagues are constants. It means things that can always happen.

So, the solution Ivan found was like this.

You want me to make this edible?

Hmm.

Do I look like an alchemist to you?

You look like a hero.

!!!

At this moment, you are greater than your father.

With that sentiment, and a spoonful of reverence when the masses elevate the hero who stands before the demon king.

To the pioneer of K-food who first established the concept of edible kimchi dishes, to the Tylesse people.

Lets give it a shot!

Isabelle resolved to create Kimchi Spam Stir-fry by mixing Ivans spam (not really) and kimchi (not really).

That was last week.

And today, they would taste the result.

This feeling its been 10 years.

Ivan muttered absentmindedly, lowering his trembling hands.

Todays survival tactics class recorded only 13 dropouts out of a total of 42 students, ending successfully.

Its inevitable that the class became somewhat hazardous. When full concentration cannot be achieved, this kind of class can seriously threaten the safety of students.

Oh, Big Brother! (Eugene)

After class, among the staggering students leaving, Eugene popped out. He approached shakily and whispered quietly.

Are you going today too? Isabelles dinner?

Hmm.

Uhm, uhm, can I join in too?

Hmm?

If youre from Earth, you cant miss this opportunity.

Ivan quietly sighed. It seems he still doesnt miss the taste of home food, not long after being possessed.

Its regrettable. If things continue like this for about 30 years, hell end up lamenting on his own.

Well, were not the ones who want Isabelle to feed. We can just ask her for some leftovers later. (Eugene)

Youre supposed to eat food when its warm to enjoy it. (Ivan)

Well, usually you eat something like a chunk of wood and say such things Isabelle likes you. Were just nuisances. (Eugene)

? (Ivan)

Ivan let out a wry smile at Eugenes words.

As he had reflected before, he epitomized self-objectification, embodying qualities of being unbiased, rational, and reasonable. Among the few flaws he had identified in himself, there was no excessive self-consciousness.

I keep getting nagged by my dads friend, or The professor keeps asking me out for meals together, what should I do? He couldnt be the protagonist of such a story.

Isabelle is 15 years younger than him, and on average, humans find it difficult to feel attracted to someone more than 10 years older within the sample population.

Moreover, he had served in the military for a long time. Soldiers always tend to look older than their age. Even if commanding officers looked like they were in their 60s, they were actually in their 40s.

Even if he had attracted attention with his long and full beard, the absolute age difference was still a huge barrier in itself.

Ignoring these conditions and seriously thinking, Does she like me? over a small favor was already too much considering all he had been through.

Even if the other persons affection was genuine, it was the same. Everyone who had liked him, and whom he had liked, had died, and he had no desire to experience such a situation again.

Arent they people who must eventually leave someday?

Dont talk nonsense. You should also consider Isabelles feelings. (Ivan)

Uh? Huh? (Eugene)

After shutting up the foolish possessed with some adult advice, Ivan wrapped up cleaning the classroom.

***

Hmm

Generally, the information displayed in the status window includes [Name], [Age], and [Race], along with [Level]. Other information is gradually unlocked based on [Affection] and [Understanding], as is typical with status window systems in general.

So, from Eugenes perspective, it meant that he could now view the information of someone he had become sufficiently familiar with.

[Isabelle de lEtoile]

[Hero]

[lv.37]

[Magic Detection lv.3

Survival Instinct lv.2

Master of the Blade lv.1

Swordsmanship Style: Hero lv.7

Tyllese-style Cooking lv.9]

In this way, if you know the person, you can roughly confirm the skills in the skill window. And if a bit more [Understanding] is added.

Isabelle likes you.

Ding!

[Affection of the individual has increased.]

[Individual: Affection of Ivan Petrovich Yermov]

[91 (Extremely Friendly)]

It seems like Im right

Scratching his head, Eugene moved on.

Well, theres no need to help Isabelle, and even if I did, it wouldnt necessarily turn out well considering the nature of my big brother.

Does my big brother like Isabelle?

[Ivan Petrovich Yermov]

[Individual: Affection of Isabelle de lEtoile]

[27 (Neutral)]

Aha.

With a wry smile, Eugene organized his bag. Just before leaving the empty classroom, he suddenly stopped and looked into the air.

Status window, what does my big brother think of us?

[Individual: Affection of Yevgeny Nobikov Karamzin]

[21 (Neutral)]

[Individual: Affection of Oswald Eastberfen]

[20 (Neutral)]

[Individual: Affection of Yuri Frank]

[20 (Neutral)]

Wow.

Its quite bland.

Eugene chuckled and shook his head. Gender issues, being from the same world, werent really significant factors, he thought.

Does my big brother have someone he likes? Someone with an affection level over 50.

Without much expectation, he threw out the question, and the status window immediately flashed green.

[Individual: Affection of Ivan Sergeyevich Krasilov]

[99 (Absolute)]

[Due to the targets death, this value does not fluctuate.]

[Individual: Affection of Raela Cherenovika]

[87 (Very Friendly)]

[Due to the targets death, this value does not fluctuate.]

[Individual: Affection of Alexey Berzhsky]

[83 (Very Friendly)]

[Due to the targets death, this value does not fluctuate.]

Eugene stared blankly at the bright blue light filling his vision for a moment.

Carefully reaching out, he scrolled down. The list was arranged in descending order according to the affection level, and it continued down.

Due to the targets death.

Due to the targets death.

Due to the targets death.

Those sentences were always attached to the end of the names, which varied greatly in names and affection levels.

After scrolling for a while, Eugene finally turned off the status window and bowed his head quietly.

Well, its okay to get to know more from now on, right?

Nodding cheerfully, Eugene lifted his bag. From tonight, lets try to help Isabelle a bit. Well, things will change somehow, he thought.

*Authors note (Authors commentary)I apologize for the confusion regarding the perspective at the beginning of this episode. Its been a few weeks since the last dinner with Isabelle in the timeline.

I deeply apologize for the confusion caused by the lack of explanation. Its my own inadequacy.

Cherenovika: The last cleanup unit agent who died in Ivans arms (16. A person going to conflict areas for an overseas trip during vacation (9))

Cherenovika liked roses. (8. A Night of Counting Stars (10))

Alexey: Sasha, an cleanup unit agent who fought against Abiditas until the end with Cherenovika (6. The status window opened on the first day of school (3))

*See the next episode.

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