Chapter 119
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Chapter 119: Kanor’s Apprenticeship Plan
After returning to her room, Isabella lay on her bed, her thoughts restless for a long time.
She had noticed her emotions growing more intense recently—especially whenever she was around that succubus.
Was her sadness and depression in Palgauro City solely because of her memories of her father and family?
Or could it also be because that succubus had been avoiding her since that night?
Isabella couldn’t help but wonder if her relief stemmed from Lolth helping her back then, or if it was the simple joy of being noticed by someone so distant and enigmatic.
No matter how much she tried to deny such thoughts, they lingered, refusing to be dismissed.
Burying her head in her soft down blanket, Isabella sighed in frustration.
“No matter what, I must stay alert… I absolutely cannot become that succubus’s toy!”
Her hands instinctively gripped the blanket tightly as if holding onto her resolve.
Yet, a nagging thought crept in, one she couldn’t ignore.
In a way, hadn’t she already become that succubus’s plaything?
Memories of that night camping in the Vera Plain surged into her mind, vivid and inescapable.
Shame overwhelmed her unease, and she turned over in her bed with a muffled groan.
On the smaller bed across the room, Kanor stirred at the sound of Isabella’s restless movements. Slowly opening her eyes, she saw the knight flailing about, tangled in her sheets.
Kanor observed quietly for a moment before musing to herself:
“I thought Her Excellency Tina was Master Lolth’s partner, but it seems Her Excellency Isabella might also be my future mentor.”
For the past few days, Kanor had been studying Elven recipes with great dedication, but she knew she was running out of time.
Her dream of becoming Master Lolth’s student felt so close, yet so far.
With only a few days left on this journey, she realized she had to act soon.
Clenching her fist quietly under the blanket, Kanor resolved to prove her talent to Master Lolth tomorrow.
In another room, Lolth had already fallen into a deep, peaceful sleep.
The puzzling reaction from Isabella earlier didn’t trouble her at all. Keeping a straight face was typical for the stoic knight, after all.
Lolth refused to let anyone’s worries disturb her rest.
Her motto was simple: eat well and sleep well.
And so, the night passed in silence, giving way to morning.
When Lolth entered the kitchen the next day, she was surprised to see Kanor busily working with the help of a maid.
The little girl, standing on a stool to reach the counter, was stirring a pot of soup with the confidence of a seasoned chef.
“Lord Lolth, you’re here!”
Kanor greeted her with a bright smile while carefully pouring the rich, red broth into a bowl for tasting.
Though she was only eight years old and barely taller than the soup pot, she exuded an air of professionalism and composure.
Lolth couldn’t help but admire her.
“You woke up very early, Kanor,” Lolth remarked, observing the girl’s skillful movements.
It was impressive, though Lolth knew that Kanor had never shown much interest in cooking. She had tried to teach the girl once, but Kanor’s enthusiasm seemed limited.
Yet here she was, diligently preparing breakfast. Clearly, the child had something on her mind.
Sensing Kanor’s hesitation, Lolth decided to address it directly.
“Kanor, what kind of person do you want to be in the future?”
Kanor froze at the question, her hand trembling just enough to sprinkle too much salt into the stew.
“Oh no…” she muttered under her breath, realizing her mistake.
But when she glanced at Lolth and saw no hint of judgment, she felt a wave of relief—and even a spark of joy.
Was this it?
Was Master Lolth finally evaluating her beyond her cooking skills?
Kanor had heard countless stories from Minstrels about masters testing their apprentices with deep, philosophical questions. Perhaps this was her moment.
Excitement bubbled inside her as she thought about how to respond.
The obvious answer was: “I want to be a great chef like you.”
But Kanor realized that wasn’t specific enough.
Master Lolth must already know that she wanted to become a chef. The real question was what kind of chef she aspired to be.
Should she focus on creating new dishes or preserving traditional cuisines? Should she open her own restaurant or serve royalty and nobles?
Taking a deep breath, Kanor spoke with confidence:
“I want to travel the mainland and see its different sceneries!”
Her voice was steady, filled with determination.
Kanor’s dream was clear: to become an “Itinerant Chef.”
She wanted to roam the wilderness, discover new ingredients, and create dishes no one had ever tasted before—even combining cooking with magical alchemy.
Meeting Lolth had opened her eyes to the endless possibilities of the culinary world.
When Lolth heard this, she nodded thoughtfully.
Kanor’s ambition was admirable. She wasn’t just seeking strength to survive—she wanted to grow, to explore, and to learn.
Lolth could see it now. This little girl, hailing from a remote town, had found inspiration in her and was eager to reach greater heights.
For Kanor, Lolth wasn’t just a powerful succubus—she was the strongest and wisest mentor imaginable.
Perhaps this was why Kanor had been trying so hard to prove herself lately.
Smiling faintly, Lolth decided that this aspiring Itinerant Chef might just be worth teaching after all.
