There were many people living at Flio's house other than Flio and his
family, and the one who prepared dinner for all of them was Flio's wife,
Rys. Lately, Byleri, the former archer and current manager of the pastures,
had been pitching in with cooking...
"Hah!" Rys swung the knife in her hand with tremendous fervor. It diced
through vegetables up and down, left and right, faster than the eye could
follow.
Byleri's eyes opened wide in shock. "Whaaa!" she exclaimed. "I-I, like,
totally couldn't see the knife move!" Before her eyes, Rys was peeling,
dicing, and chopping vegetables with lightning speed and dividing them
into bowls. She moved in a fluid, unbroken flow. Byleri merely stared, her
mouth agape, unable to keep up as Rys dashed around the kitchen.
"S-So, like, Lady Rys, how long did it take you to get this good at
cooking?" Byleri asked.
"I began cooking shortly after my lord husband and I married," Rys
replied.
"Wha?! R-Really?!"
"Really! Up until then, I mostly ate with my subordinates. One of them
was always on cooking duty. I had never cooked, myself."
"W-Wow... That's, like, something else!" Byleri was in awe. She
watched Rys work, the knife in her hand not stopping for a single second.
"The first time I tried, all I could do was sear a hunk of unseasoned meat
for my lord husband. I knew that would never do, so I enrolled in a cooking
class in the city and studied as hard as I could. And now, I can use a chef's
knife to do this—!" She kept on cutting, faster than the eye could see.
Byleri gulped. I-I dunno... she thought. I think Lady Rys might be, like,
the only person in the world who can use a knife like that...
"Um... Umm..." Byleri started. "I-I guess I'll, like, take this and mix up
the salad, then?"
"Yes, thank you, Byleri."