The streets of Akihabara bustled with activity under the soft glow of enchanted lanterns. Assorted stalls lined the cobbled roads, selling everything from freshly baked bread to hand-forged weapons, their menus displayed in glowing game-like windows.The air carried the comforting aroma of grilled meat, mixed with the ever-present scent of magic-infused air. Shiroe adjusted his glasses as he stepped out of the Round Table headquarters, the familiar weight of his spellbook resting against his side. "Another peaceful day," he thought, scanning the vibrant cityscape before him.

  "Yo, Shiroe!" A loud voice called out from the guild building across the plaza. Naotsugu, clad in his heavy armor, waved enthusiastically.

  "Today's our day off! No meetings, no strategies—just good food and fun. C'mon, let's hit the marketplace!"

  "That sounds... reasonable," Shiroe murmured, though a small smile tugged at his lips. Days like these were rare—when they weren’t tangled in political negotiations or life-or-death battles. A part of him relished the quiet and peace that has been restored to Akihabara.

  As they strolled through the market, Akatsuki appeared swiftly beside him like a shadow, her steps light and silent. "Master, if we are to enjoy the day, we should consider training as well. Idleness dulls the blade."

  Naotsugu groaned. "C’mon, Akatsuki! We train all the time! Today’s about food, and maybe a few light quests—nothing serious. Right, Shiroe?"

  Shiroe pushed his glasses up. "Well, we could take a small quest at the Adventurer's Guild later.

  Something simple, like escorting a merchant or gathering ingredients for a chef."

  "Food-related quest?" Nyanta's voice purred from behind them.

  The feline swashbuckler adjusted his hat, his whiskers twitching. "Nya~ That sounds like an excellent idea, Speaking of food, I heard the Crescent Moon Alliance is testing a new dish today. Shall we pay them a visit?"

  Shiroe chuckled to himself. Life in Akihabara had become something he never expected—full of warmth, laughter, and simple joys. It wasn’t just a game anymore. It was their home. The Crescent Moon Alliance’s guild hall was bustling with activity when Shiroe and his party arrived. The scent of simmering broth and freshly baked bread drifted through the air, drawing adventurers toward the long wooden tables where dishes were being served.

  "Welcome, everyone!" Marielle waved energetically, her usual boundless energy on full display.

  "You’re just in time to try something special. Today’s dish is inspired by real-world cuisine!"

  A young dwarven chef placed steaming bowls in front of them, their surfaces shimmering with the rich broth. Tender cuts of meat rested on top, alongside thick noodles and finely chopped green onions.

  "Ramen?" Naotsugu's eyes widened. He cheerfully grabbed a spoon and took a deep sip of the broth, his expression shifting from excitement to pure bliss.

  "This… this is the real deal!"

  Shiroe dipped his spoon in, letting the warm broth coat his tongue. It was different from anything he had tasted since arriving in Elder Tale. A deep umami flavor, layers of seasoning—this was no disgusting system-generated food. It was cooked. "Nya~, this is quite the nostalgic taste," Nyanta purred, twirling the noodles with a practiced ease.

  "It seems our dear chef has discovered a way to bring out the true essence of flavor. I approve."

  Akatsuki, sitting to Shiroe’s left, quietly sipped her soup, her usual stoic expression softening ever so slightly. "This… is good."

  Marielle grinned. "We figured since food actually works now, why not go all out? Our chefs have been experimenting with different dishes. We’re hoping to open a proper restaurant soon!".

  Shiroe set his spoon down, deep in thought. A restaurant in Akihabara? That could add a new layer to the city's economy—more trade, more social interaction. The possibilities were endless.

  Naotsugu slapped him hard on the back. "Oi Shiroe, you’re thinking too hard again. Just enjoy the food!"

  Shiroe chuckled, shaking his head. Even here, I can’t turn off the strategist part of my brain…

  As they finished their meal, a familiar notification popped up in front of them:

  [New Quest Available: The Lost Recipe – Help a wandering NPC chef recover his stolen cookbook!]

  Naotsugu grinned. "Now that sounds like a quest worth doing!"

  Shiroe adjusted his glasses, his mind already working through potential scenarios.

  A light adventure, tied to food and exploration—perfect for a day off.

  "Alright," he said, rising from his seat. "Let’s go find this lost recipe.

  The marketplace of Akihabara bustled with life as Shiroe and his party made their way to the Adventurer’s Guild. Stalls overflowed with goods—fresh produce, shimmering ores, and finely crafted weapons—all displayed in floating in various game-like menus. The distant sound of a bard playing a lute filled the air, adding to the warm, immersive atmosphere of the city. Shiroe walked at his usual measured pace, his thoughts drifting as he reviewed the quest details.

  [Quest: The Lost Recipe]

  A wandering chef from the Ninetails Dominion has lost his precious recipe book to a group of thieving goblins. Retrieve the book before the secrets of his legendary dishes are lost forever!

  "Oi, Shiroe, why are goblins always stealing stuff?" Naotsugu asked, cracking his knuckles. "First weapons, now cookbooks. What’s next? Fancy underpants?"

  Akatsuki, walking silently beside them, shot him a deadpan glance. "If they stole yours, would they not be doing Elder Tale a favor?"

  Naotsugu clutched his chest in mock pain. "Oof, Akatsuki, that one really hit deep."

  Nyanta chuckled. "Nya~ Perhaps the goblins simply have a refined sense of taste. Good food is a treasure, after all."

  As they entered the Adventurer’s Guild, the familiar sight of mission boards and rowdy adventurers greeted them. A group of players was discussing a dungeon raid in one corner, while another group bartered for supplies. At the quest counter stood a small NPC—an elderly chef with a petite mustache in a pristine white uniform and a large chef hat, wringing his hands in distress. His name floated above his head in elegant golden script:

  [Master Chef Pierre]

  "Ah! Adventurers! You must-a help me!" Pierre clasped his hands together. "My recipe book-it-a contains my family’s culinary legacy! If those goblins get their filthy claws on it, they may sell my secrets to the highest bidder!"

  Shiroe adjusted his glasses. "Do you know where they were last seen?"

  Pierre nodded vigorously. "Yes! Near the western fields outside Akihabara. There’s an abandoned farmstead where they’ve been spotted before. They’re mischievous little creatures, but they hoard anything of value!"

  "Then it’s settled," Naotsugu said, grinning. "Time to bash some goblins!"

  Akatsuki was already checking her gear, ensuring her daggers were properly secured. Nyanta let out a pleased hum, his tail flicking lazily behind him.

  Shiroe glanced at his party and nodded. "Let’s make this quick. And if we can recover more than just the book, it might help Akihabara’s food supply in the long run."

  With their objective clear, the party set off toward the city gates, the scent of warm ramen still lingering in the air as they left the comforts of Akihabara behind. Little did they know, the goblins had already started experimenting with the recipes themselves…\

  The fields outside Akihabara stretched beneath a clear blue sky, rolling hills dotted with patches of wildflowers and the occasional ruin of an old-world structure. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and fresh green grass—a stark contrast to the bustling streets of Akihabara they had just left behind.

  Shiroe led the group along a dirt path, eyes scanning the map interface. The abandoned farmstead wasn’t far now. He adjusted his glasses, deep in thought.

  "Why would goblins steal a cookbook? It’s strange… Goblins usually hoard weapons, gold, or even enchanted trinkets, but food?"

  Naotsugu stretched, his armor clanking slightly. "Man, it’s been a while since we did a good ol’ fashioned goblin hunt. Feels nostalgic, huh?"

  Akatsuki walked a few steps ahead, light on her feet. "You’re too relaxed ," she said, keeping her voice low. "The farmstead is just ahead."

  The structure came into view—a worn-down barn with a collapsed roof, surrounded by patches of overgrown farmland. Wooden fences, long since broken, lay scattered like fallen dominoes. Smoke curled lazily from a makeshift fire pit just outside the barn.And then, the scent hit them. A rich, meaty aroma, laced with the faint hint of spices. Something was cooking.

  Nyanta's whiskers twitched. "Prr~ This smell… could it be?"

  Shiroe narrowed his eyes. "They’re actually cooking?"

  This book's true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.

  The party crept closer, peeking over a broken fence..

  A group of goblins sat around the fire, chattering in their guttural language. Several of them were hunched over a large iron pot, stirring its contents with crude wooden spoons. Nearby, others sat on barrels, biting into something wrapped in large green leaves—makeshift dumplings, perhaps.

  Naotsugu gawked. "Are they… having a dinner party?"

  "Fascinating," Nyanta mused. "It seems these goblins have an appreciation for the culinary arts, Nya~."

  Akatsuki tensed. "That doesn’t matter. We retrieve the book and eliminate them if necessary."

  Shiroe, however, found himself hesitating. He adjusted his glasses, watching the group of goblins with renewed curiosity. They weren’t behaving like the usual mindless creatures found in dungeons.

  One particularly large goblin, wearing a stained apron, stood over the cooking pot, tasting its contents with a satisfied grunt. He turned to a smaller goblin and barked orders, shaking a handful of dried herbs at him. Then, Shiroe spotted it.

  The recipe book—sitting on a wooden crate beside the goblin cook, its pages open to a carefully drawn diagram of a dish.

  "They’re following the recipes… and learning from them?"

  Naotsugu leaned in. "So, what’s the plan? Rush in and grab it?"

  Shiroe considered his options. A direct attack could work, but something about this scene made him hesitate. This wasn’t normal monster behavior. Then an idea formed.

  He turned to Nyanta. "What if we challenge them instead?"

  Nyanta’s ears perked up. "Nya~ I like where this is going, Chief."

  Shiroe smirked. "A cooking contest. If we win, we take the book. If they win… we let them keep a copy of the recipe."

  Naotsugu choked. "Wait, wait. You’re telling me you want to have an Iron Chef battle with goblins?"

  Shiroe adjusted his glasses. "It’s worth a try."

  Akatsuki sighed. "This is absurd."

  Nyanta stepped forward, drawing the attention of the goblins. "Excuse me, fine goblin chefs~. We come not as enemies, but as fellow connoisseurs of good cuisine.".

  The goblins blinked, confused. Then the largest goblin—the one in the greasy apron—narrowed his yellow eyes and grinned. "Cook… battle?"

  Nyanta tipped his hat. "Indeed, meow~. Let’s see whose cooking reigns supreme."

  The goblins erupted into excited chatter, banging their spoons against their bowls.

  The Goblin Gourmet Battle had begun.

  A large gust of wind swept across the abandoned farmstead as Shiroe and his party stood opposite the diminutive goblin cooks. The makeshift kitchen had transformed into an impromptu battleground,with a rickety wooden table serving as the arena.The goblins hooted and banged their spoons on metal pots in excitement.

  Their leader—a greasy apron-wearing goblin named Gorbo the Gourmand—stepped forward, pointing a grease-stained wooden spoon at the adventurers.

  "Cook battle!" Gorbo declared, his jagged yellow teeth forming a sharp grin. "We win, we keep book! You win, you take book!"

  Shiroe adjusted his glasses. "Agreed. But if we win, you also have to leave this farmstead peacefully."

  Gorbo scratched his head, thinking. Then he nodded. "Deal!"

  The goblins cheered. This wasn’t just about food anymore. It was about pride.

  Naotsugu leaned over to Shiroe. "You realize you just turned this into the most ridiculous side quest ever, right?"

  Shiroe smirked. "It’s better than unnecessary fighting."

  Nyanta twirled a chef’s knife between his fingers. "Nya~ I, for one, am looking forward to it."

  Akatsuki folded her arms. "I do not cook."

  "You can be our food taster," Shiroe offered.

  She hesitated, then gave a small nod. "Acceptable."

  The Rules

  Gorbo raised two fingers. "Two dishes! One, stew! Two, special chef choice!"

  "Sounds fair," Nyanta said, flexing his claws. "A warm-up, then a true test of skill, Nya~."

  With that, the epic battle began..

  Round 1: The Stew Duel

  The goblins worked fast, tossing ingredients into their pot with a mix of reckless abandon and surprising precision. They crushed dried herbs between their fingers, stirred thick chunks of meat into the bubbling broth, and even threw in what looked like… mushrooms? Shiroe, Nyanta, and Naotsugu worked at their own pace. Nyanta took the lead, slicing ingredients with inhuman speed, his feline reflexes turning vegetables into paper-thin slices. "Nya~ The secret to a good stew is patience."

  Naotsugu stirred the pot. "Yeah, yeah, but we need a power move bro!—something that makes this stew ours!"

  Shiroe tapped his chin. "Let’s use the seasoning technique we learned from Crescent Moon’s chef. Layer the spices, let them build on each other."

  Nyanta purred. "A fine idea, Chief."

  The goblins, on the other hand, were chugging their own broth straight from the ladle, nodding approvingly. One of them added a strange blue root to the mix, making the pot bubble ominously.

  Naotsugu leaned over. "Uh, should we be worried about that?"

  Shiroe adjusted his glasses. "I’d rather not find out."

  After several minutes, both sides presented their dishes.

  Akatsuki took her role as judge seriously, sitting with perfect posture as both bowls were placed in front of her.

  First, she tried the goblin stew. The moment the spoon touched her lips, her eyes widened. She swallowed, then placed the spoon down slowly.

  "Surprisingly… decent."

  The goblins roared in triumph.

  Then, she tried Nyanta’s stew. The moment it entered her mouth, her entire posture softened. She took another bite. Then another. Then… she finished the whole bowl.

  Shiroe raised an eyebrow. "You do realize that means we win this round, right?"

  Akatsuki blinked, looking down at her empty bowl.

  A faint blush touched her cheeks. "…I regret nothing."

  Round 1: Adventurers win!

  Round 2: The Special Dish

  Now, the true test began. Gorbo and his goblins whispered among themselves, then began moving at a frantic pace. They were making something wrapped in leaves, their hands working skillfully as they folded the ingredients into neat parcels.

  Nyanta watched them with intrigue. "They are making dumplings, Nya~. A bold choice."

  Shiroe thought fast. "If that’s their move, we need something equally refined."

  Naotsugu snapped his fingers. "What about fried rice? We can use leftovers from the stew!"

  Nyanta purred. "Excellent idea. A good fried rice tells a story of all the meals that came before it."

  The team worked together, using the stew’s remnants to infuse the rice with deep flavor. The pan sizzled, sending waves of savory aroma into the air. When the time came for judging, both dishes were presented. Akatsuki took a dumpling first. She chewed, her expression thoughtful. "Good texture. Strong flavors. Slightly unbalanced seasoning."

  The goblins gulped nervously. Then she took a bite of the fried rice. Her expression went completely neutral. A long pause..Then, in one smooth motion, she picked up the entire plate and pulled it toward her.

  "…I will be taking this."

  Shiroe smirked. "Another victory."

  The goblins groaned, defeated. Gorbo slumped forward. "Gorbo lose… but Gorbo learn much today."

  Shiroe stood up. "Then take this lesson to heart. Cooking isn’t just about survival—it’s about sharing joy with others."

  Gorbo nodded solemnly feigning understanding, then waved a hand. "Give them book."

  A goblin reluctantly handed over the Lost Recipe Book.

  With the quest complete, Shiroe and his party made their way back to Akihabara—leaving behind a group of goblins who had not only been defeated… but inspired.

  As they disappeared into the distance, Gorbo turned to his fellow goblins.

  "We make better food." He clenched his fist. "One day… we have rematch."

  The dumb goblins cheered. The Goblin Gourmet Battle was over. But a new culinary rivalry had just begun.

  The bustling streets of Akihabara stretched before them, vibrant as always. Stalls lined the roads, adventurers haggled over materials, and guild members gathered in the plaza, discussing the latest dungeon strategies. It was a world all its own—a place that felt truly alive. Shiroe sighed in relief as he finally crossed the town gates. "That took longer than expected, but it was worth it."

  Naotsugu patted his stomach. "Man, I still can’t believe we had a full-on cooking showdown with goblins. Best quest ever."

  Akatsuki, walking just ahead of them, turned slightly. "You’re just happy because we won."

  "Damn right I am!" he grinned. "But I gotta say, those little guys weren’t half-bad. If they opened a food stall, they’d probably make a killing."

  Nyanta chuckled, his tail swaying. "That might not be such a far-fetched idea,Nya."

  Shiroe adjusted his glasses. "Speaking of food stalls, let’s check in with Crescent Moon Alliance. If this recipe book really does contain lost culinary knowledge, we might be able to use it for something bigger."

  The group made their way toward Crescent Moon’s guild hall, a cozy two-story building nestled between other guild properties.

  The moment they stepped inside, they were hit with a mouthwatering aroma.

  The dining hall was packed. Tables overflowed with steaming plates, and the sound of clinking dishes mixed with laughter and lively conversation.

  Marielle, the Crescent Moon guild leader, waved at them from behind the counter.

  "Shiro-bou! Perfect timing!" she called out, balancing a tray full of dishes.

  "Looks like business is booming," Naotsugu said, looking around.

  Marielle grinned. "Ever since we started introducing new dishes, demand exploded. We can barely keep up!"

  Shiroe handed her the recipe book. "Then this might help. We recovered it from a goblin camp—turns out they were using it to improve their cooking."

  Marielle blinked. "Goblins… cooking?"

  "Long story," Akatsuki muttered.

  Shiroe continued, "If the recipes in here are legitimate, you might be able to expand Crescent Moon’s menu even further. More variety means more business."

  Behind the counter, Henrietta—the guild’s treasurer—adjusted her glasses, eyeing the book with interest. "More business means more profits," she murmured, already calculating numbers in her head.

  Marielle beamed. "Then we gotta try them out! Shiro-bou, Nyanta, you up for a little taste-testing?"

  Nyanta purred, his whiskers twitching. "It would be my pleasure, Nya~."

  Trial by Fire (or Frying Pan??)

  Within minutes, Crescent Moon’s kitchen was alive with activity.

  Nyanta took the lead, scanning the recipe book’s aged pages. "Nya~ These dishes are quite unique. Some ingredients no longer exist in Elder Tale’s current version, but with a few substitutions, we can make it work."

  Shiroe watched as the feline chef worked his magic, effortlessly maneuvering through the kitchen. Vegetables were chopped with precision, meat seared to perfection, and broth simmered to bring out layers of flavor. Marielle, Naotsugu, and Akatsuki watched from the sidelines, anticipation building. Finally, the first dish was ready.

  A Savory Meat Pie, its crust golden and flaky, filled with spiced minced meat and fragrant herbs.

  Marielle took a bite first. Her eyes widened, then she let out a satisfied sigh. "Ohhh, this is amazing!"

  Henrietta, ever the perfectionist, took a measured bite. "The balance of flavors is exceptional. If we can consistently recreate this, it could become a signature dish."

  Akatsuki, who had been quietly observing, hesitated for a moment before taking a small bite.

  Then another. Then, before anyone could blink, her plate was empty.

  Naotsugu burst out laughing. "Whoa, you devoured that!"

  Akatsuki’s face reddened slightly, and she quickly turned away. "It was… acceptable."

  Shiroe smirked. That’s high praise coming from her.

  As more dishes were tested, it became clear that this wasn’t just any old recipe book—it was a treasure trove of forgotten flavors. And more importantly… it was an opportunity.

  Shiroe adjusted his glasses. "Marielle, if you expand Crescent Moon’s kitchen, you could turn this into something bigger—maybe even a full-scale restaurant."

  Marielle’s eyes sparkled. "You mean, like an Akihabara-exclusive tavern?"

  Henrietta nodded. "A steady revenue stream, increased influence in town, and a way to bring adventurers together outside of combat… It’s a logical move."

  Naotsugu grinned. "And let’s be real—it’d be awesome to have a place where we can always get good food."

  Nyanta purred. "Mrrr~ A true culinary guild in Akihabara. Now that’s an idea worth savoring."

  Marielle clapped her hands together. "Alright then! Let’s make it happen!"

  With that, a new project was born—one that could change Akihabara’s social scene forever. But as always, no good idea goes unchallenged…The next morning, Akihabara was as lively as ever, but beneath the usual hum of activity, something felt… off. Shiroe strolled through the Market District, the heart of Akihabara’s economy. Stalls overflowed with wares—rare ores, freshly hunted game, potions brewed overnight—but today, the usual cheerful atmosphere felt tense.

  “Something’s up,” Shiroe muttered, adjusting his glasses.

  Beside him, Akatsuki moved silently, her gaze sharp. “There’s been a shift. The merchants are whispering more than usual.”

  “Think someone’s trying to pull a fast one?” Naotsugu asked, yawning as he stretched. “Hope it’s not another round of price gouging.”

  Shiroe didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he gestured toward a familiar merchant’s stall—one run by Roderic, a gnome alchemist known for his high-quality potions. Except today, the stall was nearly empty.

  “What happened here?” Shiroe asked.

  Roderic scratched his beard. “Ah, Master Shiroe… It’s a bit of a mess, you see.” He leaned in, voice lowered. “A new guild has appeared out of nowhere. Golden Fork. They’re selling food—good food—at rock-bottom prices. Even Crescent Moon’s customers are heading there.”

  Shiroe frowned. “That was fast.”

  Akatsuki narrowed her eyes. “It’s not just Crescent Moon, is it?”

  Roderic sighed. “No… They’re undercutting everyone. Farmers, hunters, potion makers—anyone selling food-related goods is losing business.”

  That explained the shift in the Market District. Crescent Moon had just begun planning their expansion, but competition had arrived before they could even start.

  “Something doesn’t add up,” Shiroe said. “Food production in Elder Tale is limited. Ingredients still need to be gathered, recipes require skill, and profit margins aren’t that high. Selling at a loss just to take over the market?” His mind raced through possibilities. “There has to be something more.”

  Naotsugu crossed his arms. “Think they’re trying to crush the competition first, then jack up prices once they’ve got a monopoly?”

  “It’s possible.” Shiroe turned to Akatsuki. “We need more information. Can you investigate their operation?”

  Akatsuki nodded. “Consider it done.” In the next moment, she was gone, slipping into the crowd like a shadow.

  Shiroe sighed. Golden Fork’s sudden rise wasn’t natural. And if someone was manipulating Akihabara’s economy, they’d have to act fast.

  For now, they needed to see this rival business for themselves.

  The Golden Fork Tavern had sprung up overnight near the city square. A massive, multi-story building made from high-quality stone and wood, it looked far more advanced than any adventurer-run business should be.

  Shiroe and Naotsugu entered the main hall, and the scent of freshly baked bread and roasted meat filled the air. Inside, adventurers of all levels packed the seats, enjoying full-course meals at prices that seemed… too good to be true.

  “This place is huge,” Naotsugu muttered, scanning the crowd.

  Shiroe adjusted his glasses. The place felt different from other player-run establishments. The service was too efficient, the layout too well-planned. Then, a smooth voice called out to them.

  “Ah, Master Shiroe! I’ve been hoping we’d meet.”

  A cheerful man approached—tall, with luxurious golden hair and a nobleman’s smile. Reinhart, guild leader of Golden Fork.

  “You certainly didn’t waste any time,” Shiroe said.

  Reinhart chuckled. “Business waits for no one.” He gestured to the tavern. “This? It’s only the beginning. Akihabara has been starving for real food, and we intend to provide it.”

  Naotsugu crossed his arms. “Yeah, for now. But how do you plan on keeping this up? Adventurers still gotta gather ingredients, and no one can afford to sell this cheap forever.”

  Reinhart’s fake smile didn’t waver. “Let’s just say… we have connections. Powerful ones.”

  Shiroe’s mind raced. Connections? Did they have ties to the People of the Land? Or perhaps… something more dangerous?

  Reinhart leaned in slightly, voice low. “Tell me, Shiroe—why struggle to build up Crescent Moon’s little operation when you could join us instead?”

  The unspoken message was clear. Golden Fork was making a power play, and Shiroe was an obstacle.

  Shiroe smiled. “Tempting offer.” He adjusted his glasses. “But I think I’ll pass.”

  Reinhart sighed. “A shame. Well, competition makes things interesting. But just a word of advice—stay out of our way.”

  With that, the self-proclaimed merchant king strode away, leaving Shiroe and Naotsugu standing in the center of a long battle that had just begun.