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Fantasia of the Silver-Biding House of Eggs ~Eastern Country & Northern Country~ | Chapter 1
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I’m taking a walk around the magic headquarters when I pass by the kitchen, where lively voices ring out from inside.
Heathcliff: Oh, so this is what you were talking about?
Shino: After hearing your story, they look pretty delicious.
Nero: Right?
I peek into the kitchen, where Heathcliff and Shino excitedly cluster around Nero.
Akira: You three look excited. What are you doing?
Heathcliff: Sir Sage.
Nero: Oh, it’s no big deal. We were just looking at these.
Nero says, showing me his basket full of red-tinged eggs.
Akira: Wow, that’s a lot of eggs. Did you get them from the market?
Nero: That’s right. I got really lucky — it’s not every day you come across such fresh eggs.
It seems like he chanced upon some fine ingredients that match up to his discerning standards as a chef. Nero plucks a single egg from the basket, evidently in good humor.
Nero: See? It’s got a great shape, and eggs with red shells have golden yolks that taste extra delicious. You can look forward to lunch today.
How should I cook these? Omelets would bring out their simple freshness, but eggs benedict isn’t a bad idea either.
Shino: Just make everything. We’ll finish it all, so don’t worry.
Heathcliff: Nero, your cooking is always delicious, but I’m especially looking forward to it today.
Usually calm and composed, Nero sounds animated talking about the fresh ingredients he obtained today. Similarly, Shino and Heathcliff look delighted at his excitement.
(Footsteps)
Bradley: Is there anything to eat here?
Heathcliff: Bradley?
Bradley: What’s going on? Is this some kind of Eastern wizards club?
Leave that for later, and get cooking. I’m hungry.
Bradley strides in, making an exaggerated show of rubbing his stomach. He must’ve gotten hungry and came to demand lunch.
Shino: Don’t rush him. He’s deciding what to make. Nero got his hands on some good eggs.
Bradley: Good eggs?
Bradley cocks an eyebrow.
Bradley: Did you get hold of one from the House of Silver Eggs?
Nero: No way. It’s not easy getting your hands on something like that.
Shino & Heathcliff: ?
The rest of us look at them blankly, lost by their conversation. Bradley notices us staring, the corners of his mouth lifting in a smirk, before he scratches his head absent-mindedly
Bradley: I’m kidding, all right? No way some stingy Eastern chef would have anything to do with the House of Silver Eggs.
Nero: Haha...... Yeah.
Their easy camaraderie dissipates in an instant, like an outstretched hand that has been snatched back.
But Bradley’s remark seems to have caught Heathcliff and Shino’s attention.
Heathcliff: Um, what is the House of Silver Eggs....?
I’ve never heard of it, but do they sell some delicious eggs?
Bradley: Nah. It’s a shop run by generations of wizards. It specializes in exclusive silverwork.
Akira: Silverwork......?
Nero: Maybe you’ve never heard it before, Mister Sage. See, they say silver wards off evil.
Even among silversmiths, the silver from that particular shop is known for being pure in quality and high in magical power.
Shino: Huh. So not all silverwork is made the same.
Bradley: That’s right. The House of Silver Eggs only deals with the finest silverwork — the highest grade produced by their own wizard silversmiths.
It’s incredibly hard to find their pieces on the market, but whenever something pops up, it’s rare enough that it’ll start a real bidding war.
Everyone’s scrambling to get their hands on one — not just collectors or rich folks, but also wizards hungry for power.
Because of that, their location remained a well-kept secret for a long time. Even though the shop exists physically, there are very few customers who have actually visited.
Heathcliff: I’d never heard of a place like that...... I wonder what kind of silverwork is produced somewhere unknown to the public.
Um...... Have you ever seen the real thing, Bradley? Can you tell me what kind of silverwork they make?
Since it’s a well-established shop, they probably do traditional designs......
Heathcliff, who loves detailed and delicate craftwork, starts peppering Bradley with questions, his eyes shining.
Bradley: Huh? What kind of silverwork....?
Nero: Sorry. I gotta start prepping for lunch.
Bradley, I can whip you up something quick before lunch if you’re good with regular eggs.
Nero smiles wryly, frying pan in hand. Realizing they’re still in Nero’s workspace, Heathcliff blanches.
Heathcliff: Ah, sorry......! I got carried away....
Akira: We’ll get going now.
Shino: See you later, Nero.
(Footsteps)
Nero: Yeah. I’ll cook something really good, so you guys should look forward to lunch.
We turn back at his voice, nodding before leaving the kitchen.
Nero: ......Whew.
Bradley: You gotta be less obvious about kicking them out of your kitchen. Aren’t you supposed to be good with kids?
Nero: Shut up. You’re the one going around bringing things up......
Bradley: But the silver egg, huh? Sure brings back memories.
When was that again? Was it after we attacked that collector with the seriously messed up taste......
Nero: ............
Bradley: ......What? Don’t tell me you’re still hung up on what happened back then.
Nero: Who knows. I’ve forgotten all about the past.
Besides, look at this egg. Good stuff, right?
Bradley: Who cares? I want my meal. I won’t let you forget what you said.
Nero: Huh? Seriously? I’ll fry you up with this egg.
Bradley: What the hell, you’re so scary......!
✦✧☾✧✦
Heathcliff: It was my fault..... I was too excited and got in Nero’s way......
Akira: It’s fine, Heath. I’m sure it didn’t bother him.
Shino: Yeah. You were really bold and cool — you didn’t even hesitate, asking Bradley all those questions.
Heathcliff: Ah......! I did that too...... Oh no, I definitely acted presumptuous, didn’t I?
Akira: N-not at all......! Bradley didn’t seem offended either.
(It really wasn’t something you see everyday, though.)
Heathcliff: I’m truly sorry. I got really worked up......
Heathcliff is usually reserved, but he gets incredibly eloquent and enthusiastic when it comes to his interests.
He’s sheepish about it, but I think it’s wonderful.
Akira: I’m curious about what kind of shop it is too. It’s so mysterious, not even knowing where it could be......
Shino: I’m interested too. I like the sound of something with more magical power than normal silver.
Heathcliff’s smile returns as we express our interest.
Heathcliff: Bradley said they only dealt in the finest silverwork of the highest grade. Just from that, I can tell the artisans put great pride and dedication into their work.
The House of Silver Eggs...... I can see them diligently toiling away to create one masterpiece after another in their secret hideaway. I’d love to get a glimpse of their silverwork.
Shino: ......But I wonder why Bradley misunderstood back there.
Akira: Huh?
Shino: You remember when Nero said he got some good eggs? If the House of Silver Eggs is just the name of the shop, there’s no reason for him to make that connection if he heard us talking about actual eggs.
Heathcliff: You’ve got a point......
Akira: That’s true...... It’s not like we were talking about silverwork......
As we stand there with our heads cocked in confusion, I hear footsteps entering the dining hall.
(Footsteps)
| index | >> Chapter 2
I’m taking a walk around the magic headquarters when I pass by the kitchen, where lively voices ring out from inside.
Heathcliff: Oh, so this is what you were talking about?
Shino: After hearing your story, they look pretty delicious.
Nero: Right?
I peek into the kitchen, where Heathcliff and Shino excitedly cluster around Nero.
Akira: You three look excited. What are you doing?
Heathcliff: Sir Sage.
Nero: Oh, it’s no big deal. We were just looking at these.
Nero says, showing me his basket full of red-tinged eggs.
Akira: Wow, that’s a lot of eggs. Did you get them from the market?
Nero: That’s right. I got really lucky — it’s not every day you come across such fresh eggs.
It seems like he chanced upon some fine ingredients that match up to his discerning standards as a chef. Nero plucks a single egg from the basket, evidently in good humor.
Nero: See? It’s got a great shape, and eggs with red shells have golden yolks that taste extra delicious. You can look forward to lunch today.
How should I cook these? Omelets would bring out their simple freshness, but eggs benedict isn’t a bad idea either.
Shino: Just make everything. We’ll finish it all, so don’t worry.
Heathcliff: Nero, your cooking is always delicious, but I’m especially looking forward to it today.
Usually calm and composed, Nero sounds animated talking about the fresh ingredients he obtained today. Similarly, Shino and Heathcliff look delighted at his excitement.
(Footsteps)
Bradley: Is there anything to eat here?
Heathcliff: Bradley?
Bradley: What’s going on? Is this some kind of Eastern wizards club?
Leave that for later, and get cooking. I’m hungry.
Bradley strides in, making an exaggerated show of rubbing his stomach. He must’ve gotten hungry and came to demand lunch.
Shino: Don’t rush him. He’s deciding what to make. Nero got his hands on some good eggs.
Bradley: Good eggs?
Bradley cocks an eyebrow.
Bradley: Did you get hold of one from the House of Silver Eggs?
Nero: No way. It’s not easy getting your hands on something like that.
Shino & Heathcliff: ?
The rest of us look at them blankly, lost by their conversation. Bradley notices us staring, the corners of his mouth lifting in a smirk, before he scratches his head absent-mindedly
Bradley: I’m kidding, all right? No way some stingy Eastern chef would have anything to do with the House of Silver Eggs.
Nero: Haha...... Yeah.
Their easy camaraderie dissipates in an instant, like an outstretched hand that has been snatched back.
But Bradley’s remark seems to have caught Heathcliff and Shino’s attention.
Heathcliff: Um, what is the House of Silver Eggs....?
I’ve never heard of it, but do they sell some delicious eggs?
Bradley: Nah. It’s a shop run by generations of wizards. It specializes in exclusive silverwork.
Akira: Silverwork......?
Nero: Maybe you’ve never heard it before, Mister Sage. See, they say silver wards off evil.
Even among silversmiths, the silver from that particular shop is known for being pure in quality and high in magical power.
Shino: Huh. So not all silverwork is made the same.
Bradley: That’s right. The House of Silver Eggs only deals with the finest silverwork — the highest grade produced by their own wizard silversmiths.
It’s incredibly hard to find their pieces on the market, but whenever something pops up, it’s rare enough that it’ll start a real bidding war.
Everyone’s scrambling to get their hands on one — not just collectors or rich folks, but also wizards hungry for power.
Because of that, their location remained a well-kept secret for a long time. Even though the shop exists physically, there are very few customers who have actually visited.
Heathcliff: I’d never heard of a place like that...... I wonder what kind of silverwork is produced somewhere unknown to the public.
Um...... Have you ever seen the real thing, Bradley? Can you tell me what kind of silverwork they make?
Since it’s a well-established shop, they probably do traditional designs......
Heathcliff, who loves detailed and delicate craftwork, starts peppering Bradley with questions, his eyes shining.
Bradley: Huh? What kind of silverwork....?
Nero: Sorry. I gotta start prepping for lunch.
Bradley, I can whip you up something quick before lunch if you’re good with regular eggs.
Nero smiles wryly, frying pan in hand. Realizing they’re still in Nero’s workspace, Heathcliff blanches.
Heathcliff: Ah, sorry......! I got carried away....
Akira: We’ll get going now.
Shino: See you later, Nero.
(Footsteps)
Nero: Yeah. I’ll cook something really good, so you guys should look forward to lunch.
We turn back at his voice, nodding before leaving the kitchen.
Nero: ......Whew.
Bradley: You gotta be less obvious about kicking them out of your kitchen. Aren’t you supposed to be good with kids?
Nero: Shut up. You’re the one going around bringing things up......
Bradley: But the silver egg, huh? Sure brings back memories.
When was that again? Was it after we attacked that collector with the seriously messed up taste......
Nero: ............
Bradley: ......What? Don’t tell me you’re still hung up on what happened back then.
Nero: Who knows. I’ve forgotten all about the past.
Besides, look at this egg. Good stuff, right?
Bradley: Who cares? I want my meal. I won’t let you forget what you said.
Nero: Huh? Seriously? I’ll fry you up with this egg.
Bradley: What the hell, you’re so scary......!
✦✧☾✧✦
Heathcliff: It was my fault..... I was too excited and got in Nero’s way......
Akira: It’s fine, Heath. I’m sure it didn’t bother him.
Shino: Yeah. You were really bold and cool — you didn’t even hesitate, asking Bradley all those questions.
Heathcliff: Ah......! I did that too...... Oh no, I definitely acted presumptuous, didn’t I?
Akira: N-not at all......! Bradley didn’t seem offended either.
(It really wasn’t something you see everyday, though.)
Heathcliff: I’m truly sorry. I got really worked up......
Heathcliff is usually reserved, but he gets incredibly eloquent and enthusiastic when it comes to his interests.
He’s sheepish about it, but I think it’s wonderful.
Akira: I’m curious about what kind of shop it is too. It’s so mysterious, not even knowing where it could be......
Shino: I’m interested too. I like the sound of something with more magical power than normal silver.
Heathcliff’s smile returns as we express our interest.
Heathcliff: Bradley said they only dealt in the finest silverwork of the highest grade. Just from that, I can tell the artisans put great pride and dedication into their work.
The House of Silver Eggs...... I can see them diligently toiling away to create one masterpiece after another in their secret hideaway. I’d love to get a glimpse of their silverwork.
Shino: ......But I wonder why Bradley misunderstood back there.
Akira: Huh?
Shino: You remember when Nero said he got some good eggs? If the House of Silver Eggs is just the name of the shop, there’s no reason for him to make that connection if he heard us talking about actual eggs.
Heathcliff: You’ve got a point......
Akira: That’s true...... It’s not like we were talking about silverwork......
As we stand there with our heads cocked in confusion, I hear footsteps entering the dining hall.
(Footsteps)
| index | >> Chapter 2