The World's Least Interesting Master Swordsman: Volume 7 by Akashi Rokurou

Author:Akashi, Rokurou [Akashi, Rokurou]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Publisher: J-Novel Club
Published: 2021-09-09T16:00:00+00:00

“Bahahaha...” Magyan Khan laughed awkwardly as he appeared at the reception.

An observer would swear they saw a predatory glint in his eye, and everyone noticed that his gaze was not upon his newly returned son and daughter, or their partners, but rather upon the food laid out before him. However, a glare from Heki, who was supporting him, forced the great Khan to settle in his seat and turn to those assembled in the feasting hall.

In Magyan, guests were seated atop round cushions woven from straw, while a giant rug was laid out on the ground in front of them with countless large plates of food atop it. Everyone was expected to take their portions from those plates by hand and eat them from their own small serving plates.

Of course, all of the dishes were made to be eaten by hand. For example, meat was served wrapped up in leaves to avoid getting grease upon the diner’s fingers, or otherwise served upon thin flatbread.

“This is an auspicious day. My son, who had left for far distant lands, has returned with a bride and great treasure. Further, my fool of a daughter, who left without permission, has also returned. A fine, auspicious day indeed,” Magyan Khan said while raising a colored glass goblet. He eyed the wine within it longingly, but no one seemed to pay that glance any mind. “It’s only natural that I’d beat back my illness, eh?”

“Yes, glad to see you’re doing better, O father. So behave yourself until you’re fully recovered,” retorted Heki, who had been serving as Khan’s regent during his illness.

“Y-Yeah, of course...”

Khan raised his glass in a toast.

“Let us feast. Tonight, we’ll empty our wine cellar and consume all of our livestock!”

The Magyan king gulped down the wine, as though he had been desperately longing to taste it and with such gusto that no one who saw it could think of him as an invalid. He seemed fully recovered to everyone present, even though he was still ill. The moment Khan drained his goblet, Heki snatched it away and handed it off to one of the serving staff.

“Hey, well, you know, Heki...”

“Yeah, I know, old man. The smell of meat makes you nauseous, yeah? No doubt you can’t even think of eating any. You should stick to the gruel with the medicinal herbs in it. I’m sure it’ll make you feel better, yeah?”

Heki forced his father to sit, placing a firm emphasis on his words as he set the bowl of gruel in front of him. The green concoction smelled faintly of medicine and looked extremely unappetizing, so of course there was a great heaping wooden bowl in front of Khan. Perhaps because he was still ill, the king had trouble starting into the bowl. Evidently losing his patience, Heki called over a lady-in-waiting.

“Hey, old man... You’re still the king of this country. It’s the duty of the king to be strong for his people, yeah?”

“Y-Yep...” the king sighed.

As the lady-in-waiting fed him, Khan let out a sigh.

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