Reincarnation Band Magician

Golden Journey: 182, Same Birthday

"what is this?"

"Isn't it huge? Extra large hamburger patty. I just learned how to make it."

Qing is frying meat patties. Although he doesn't like the taste of meat very much, it's fine as long as it is broken into this size. He will also pair it with vegetables when eating.

This super-sized one is not just the Mudanlou Big Mac, it is really super-sized, bigger than his face, and very thick. If paired with staple food, it would probably be enough to feed a family of three in another world.

But here, Xiangdu can be eaten easily, and if Fulilian is serious, she can eat three or four.

Her appetite has always been exaggerated. Every time Qing eats in a restaurant, he is amazed when he sees the food piled in front of her.

"I saw someone celebrating a birthday in a tavern. It's said that eating this on birthdays is a warrior's custom. Seeing that I was interested, the owner enthusiastically gave me the recipe."

Qing understood this as something like a birthday cake. Although it was a bit strange, it was also in line with the style of the other world.

As for the issue of warrior restrictions, Qing feels that anyone who has worked hard and survived for a year is a warrior and can eat it.

"Is Qing going to have a birthday?"

Fulilian admired the browned color of the hamburger meat, leaned in to sniff the aroma of fat and beef, and shook her ears with satisfaction.

“It tastes really good!”

"Well, it's not just me, Xiang, but also Fulilian. Haven't you celebrated your birthday in recent years?"

This world naturally also has a calendar, but the specific expressions are different. Once you get used to it, just stick to your original understanding.

Maybe it may not match the previous world, but birthdays are always meaningful only to someone and those who care about that person.

For this land, the rotating planets, and the stars that shine almost forever compared to the brevity of life, it doesn't matter at what angle they rotate.

"Saki's birthday is February 14th, and mine is May 27th. It's almost here, and where's Freelian?"

As he was speaking, accompanied by the sound of sizzling oil, the piece in his hand was ready. He took it out and poured the prepared sauce on it. It started to flow after being heated.

carry out.

Qing handed Fulilian a knife and fork, "Try it."

The elf glanced at him and took the cutlery. "Qing, do you think the elf would have any idea about that?"

"Maybe?"

She cut off a piece and was about to put it in her mouth, but Qing stopped her and blew on it for a while longer.

"Don't worry."

"Okay...mmmm...yummy!"

After taking a few bites, she gave her answer: "Unfortunately, the answer is no. I don't have the concept of spouse, children or other family members. As far as I can remember, no one has ever told me what a birthday is. The same is true for all the elves I know.

"And there's no point in remembering this, is there? It's too fast and troublesome to do it every year."

"That's right, it's the same for Fulilian...ah, it's a little lighter."

Qing bit into the fork, thinking about adding salt to the remaining filling.

He nodded and said to Fulilian, "Then, let's spend some time together. Just think of it as taking a day off to rest. I can satisfy your modest wishes and eat and drink with you."

"Didn't I tell you that I don't know my birthday?"

"Well, then spend a day with me."

After washing his hands, he stirred the filling again and announced calmly:

"From now on, your birthday will be May 27th."

Fulilian ate the meat pie silently, "Whatever you want, if it's not too much trouble."

After a moment, she bit her fork.

"I remember you two are the same age, right? In that case, Qing is younger than Xiang, so should I call her sister?"

"Not really. I'm a year older than her."

"I see. I'd really like to see you call her sister. It would be very interesting."

Qing looked at her for a while with a look of slight disdain. Fulilian was intimidated by that look, and her expression slowly returned to normal as she continued eating.

Although at that time, Xiangzi was indeed excited about the identity of "sister" at first, because they were both 15 when they were first introduced.

But after comparing them carefully, Qing remembered some discrepancies. He celebrated his birthday with his mother when he was in junior high school, while Miss Xiangzi celebrated her birthday before school started.

Not an older sister, but a younger sister.

Upon learning this, Aite chuckled beside her, because at that time Xiangzi always acted arrogantly and spoke in a controlled tone, looking like a reliable older sister, but in fact she was half a year younger than Qing and was a younger sister. This contrast made Aite feel interesting.

So Qing asked her to call him brother, and was pinched on the face hard.

Wait, birthday... Aite...

"Ruined."

Qing quickly cleaned his hands and then found the exquisite envelope and letter paper.

Not only their birthdays were forgotten, but Clara's as well.

As for Aite, she never revealed her birthday in those years.

It's better to write now than not to write at all.

There is no way to send gifts. It is very difficult to send letters from the north to the south, and it will take about two months.

"Flillian, please help me send this over."

"Ha... okay."

……

Hot season in the Holy City.

Aite, who was preparing lunch, felt like she had forgotten something.

Her four-year-old daughter ran around her and, needless to say, was chased out by Celie again.

The ancient elves possess a magical spell that has been passed down since the mythological era - "the magic that makes the body cool" - and Fulilian believes that this spell may be able to trigger a war.

After having this, Celie had never learned any other similar magic. In the somewhat stuffy palace, the little one who got hot would crowd on the throne and lie on her front, back, left, and right, and in her arms.

If it was just sleeping, the big elf could still tolerate it, but he often acted naughty.

Even if she could distract herself and deal with the problem, Celia's patience was limited. If she got angry, she would pick up the child and spank him, or just open the door and throw him out.

Clara will come to her mother.

"Did you make Lady Celie angry again?"

"Celiai, Ryo~"

The little guy's dancing movements make up for his lack of vocabulary.

"Okay, it's even hotter here. Mommy's almost done. Let's get ready for dinner. We have fish today, which Clara likes."

"Ugh... I don't like it, Mommy," Clara pleaded, grabbing her mother's sleeve. "I want a robot, I want Qing, Qing!"

The child was not interested in his mother's food at the beach.

The main features of Aite’s food are clean, nutritious, and delicious.

The ingredients she prepares are clearly distinguished, and each one remains in its original state - that is, it is the same whether it is seasoned or not.

Even Celie couldn't stand it anymore. She found a cooking golem from the Unified Empire era from somewhere on the pretext of "for the good of the child."

But Aite still cooks every few days, and every time it is when he has found a new recipe and is full of confidence, like today.

The sensible Clara left bravely.

Mom continued to wonder what she had forgotten.

An owl flew in and dropped a letter.

Open it, Aite.

[Aite, I forgot Clara's birthday. I'm very sorry about this...]

The letter was written two months ago.

Aite clapped his hands.

It turns out to be this.

……

"Today's meal is so late."

"Because I made this cake at the last minute."

"This……"

The great elf was knowledgeable, but he still couldn't connect the large pancake with berries in front of him with cake.

"How did you do this?"

"Because it's Clara's birthday."

"today?"

"More than two months ago."

"..."

"When is Lady Celie's birthday?"

“I don’t remember the days without meaning.”

"So what do you think about spending time with Clara? I'll make another one for you next year."

“…Aite, don’t make me angry.”

"Then live with me?"

"..."

……

PS: In the comics, it’s a hamburger patty, which is the same as the pasta mentioned in Magic Brigade, which is a confusing point.

I decided to use the original name because it is clearer at a glance, saves time in description, and these details will not affect the overall style.

Golden Journey: 183, Rain on the Road

Before leaving the small town, we spent a whole day preparing food. The box was filled with hamburgers, curry, potato stew, vegetable minestrone... and the most important thing: two chocolate mousse cakes.

The elf, who had no knowledge of birthday customs, widened his eyes in surprise when he learned that in some places people could eat such a big cake on that day.

"Is it so luxurious?"

"Not everyone has it, and this is something we all eat together."

"Ok."

Fulilian hugged the box happily, like a hamster storing food for the winter.

Human settlements on the northern plateau were very rare. Before leaving, Qing bought a batch of dry bread that was hard enough to be used as tabletops and placed it at the bottom of the box as emergency food reserves.

From this small town further back, important fortresses are also under the threat of demonic forces, and the probability of encountering danger is getting higher and higher. They may encounter a situation where they have to retreat or turn around, and they cannot do without sufficient preparations.

Although, Mahat is there.

But if they kept counting on him to take action, the trip would be meaningless, and, like Solitaire, Mahat was also an enemy they had to overcome.

There is no essential difference between now and the days at the seaside, except that traveling in the vast north has slightly diluted the feeling of being constrained.

It cannot be tamed.

……

There weren't many people to say goodbye to, only those from the Norm Chamber of Commerce.

"We're ready to go."

The swordsman looked at them with emotion. "I knew you wouldn't stop just like that, but isn't that too fast?"