The Villainess That Was Once A VRMMO player - CH 52.2

What? He was really going to eat it? The Alice and Flare team, who were already eagerly preparing for the meal, seemed to be unstoppable, so I turned my attention to Ian, who was in a deep daze among the crowd.

“Hmph. Unlike you filthy subhumans and the vile Flare, Julio is a virtuous and honest man. He listens to everyone and attempts to judge them impartially.”

“Hmmm.”

If that was the case, it was uncivil for me to interject. I turned on my heel to leave, asking them to do as they pleased, but Flare and Alice got involved, and I had to prepare a weed dish too.

Alice started preparing cicadas, Flare had her cronies catch insects, and I had no choice but to pull out random weeds from around the area.

But weed cooking? How do you cook weeds? I didn’t know how to cook weeds because in my previous life I was an “Instant only Cook” person, and in this life, Maia and her family do it for me.

I knew there was such a thing as cooking skill in the VRMMO, but the weeds I picked up were not recognized as ingredients.

An hour later, when the food was served, Julio and Ian’s faces twitched.

Now, let me tell you what kind of food came out.

(*Reader Warning!)

A colorful stew full of cicadas, by Alice.

Plenty of cicadas were stewed whole from the water, and when they began to lose their original shape, fuse, and turn an odd color, they were chopped up and sprinkled generously with raw nematodes and seasoned with only a small amount of salt, making this an economical gem with almost zero ingredient cost. Hell’s Kitchen.

Skewers of black jewels, by Flare.

Where did they catch them from? Beetles, stag beetles, and other shiny insects were skewered and lightly roasted to bring out the flavour of the ingredients in this grilled dish, which were still slightly moving. Bizarre Cooking.

Carol’s creation, an elf-style salad of weeds.

A very wild gem of a dish made with stringy weeds I didn’t know the name of, pulled up by the roots, manually shredded, served with the soil still on them without washing, and topped with aphids to complement what the other two prepared. Plenty of fiber.

“…ugh, ugh…ugh…”

Julio, staring at the three of us with tears in his eyes, carried the three kinds of objects in his mouth and vomited profusely. Someone stop him.

Ian, who could have stopped him, also takes a bite of the stew at Alice’s suggestion and collapses white-eyed at the texture and taste of it.

Julio takes a mouthful of Flare’s skewers and, as expected, his soul rejects it and he collapses into a rolled heap.

“…Are you okay?”

I called out to Julio, who rolled to my feet righteously, and for some reason he, who had teary eyes, became ecstatic and muttered quietly in a voice that the others didn’t notice.

“More…more filthy things to defile me with…hmmm. How disgusting to be touched by dirty commoners and subhumans.”

“…”

Oh…I see. He was a person who [desired to be defiled]?

So that was why he seemed so clean, huh?

Julio was apparently ecstatic at the idea of his [perfect prince] beautiful self being defiled by being touched by a commoner like Alice or a subhuman like me, wasn’t he?

I think he was a kind of masochist in a way, but I have no desire to understand him.

I had abandoned the idea that it was an Otome Game, but if you think about it, the royal family would normally not engage in a proper love affair with a commoner, would they?

“Come on, you can touch me too…”

“…”

I had no choice.

As requested, I shoved dirt-covered weeds and a still-moving, shiny black insect into his mouth.

Perverts…are so deep, aren’t they?