Mob MC 357.1

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Chapter 357.1. The News is Full of Fake Stories

Takano Queendom, portraying a peaceful breakfast scene, enjoyed their morning in a heartwarming atmosphere while the news brought a bit of chaos.

[Please take a look at this surface! It's smooth. The texture is like glass, oh, wait a moment, let go! I must convey it to everyone.]

[Duty to convey? Isn't it just for the ratings?]

[Exclusive reports can earn the President's Award, you know! Spill it!]

A female announcer, crossing the forbidden rope, touched the ground that had turned into a crater to explain. The warriors quickly caught and dragged her away, but she cheerfully disappeared, making noise.

Impressed by the person's guts, she dipped seaweed in soy sauce, wrapped it around rice, and took a bite. Mii-chan was fortunate enough to have freshly cooked rice for breakfast.

"Hey, Houretsu-san. Is it true that the Magic Academy disappeared?"

"Well... it seems to be true, but that place should have had defense magic on par with a military base because high-ranking nobles attended."

"It's a big deal. Isn't Emperor Castle busy? Do you think Houretsu-san and Mi-chan will get asked to help?"

"It's important, but Takano County won't be involved. It's an agreement with His Majesty the Emperor not to get involved in politics."

Mama and papa are discussing the incident while watching it. However, Takano Queendom won't be involved, so it doesn't concern us.

I'm putting a piece of tamagoyaki in my mouth, the slight sweetness relaxes their cheeks. The subtle sweetness enhances the taste of tamagoyaki.

Sprinkling chopped green onions on miso soup, I take a sip before devouring the tofu. The tofu is cut into bite-sized pieces, making it easy to eat, and it's good tofu with depth of flavor. The broth is well-made, the work of a first-class chef.

Mii-chan, a gourmet, is picky about taste, but this satisfies her. Now, let's try the grilled fish. Removing the bones is a bit tricky.

With determination, I attack the grilled fish with chopsticks. Papa showcases the eating style of a gourmet.

"What do you think of this incident, Mii-chan?"

"Huh? Um... Is this fish a Pacific saury?"

Stabbing the grilled fish with chopsticks, I crunch on the bones. What do I think of this incident?

Without showing a hint of disturbance to papa's question, Mii-chan calmly chews and swallows the grilled fish.

"It's not the season for Pacific saury now. This is mackerel. I think it's called frost grilling..."

"As expected of papa! You're so knowledgeable!"

Sending respect to papa, who boasts knowledge that rivals even a sage, I finish swallowing.

"It's no big deal. So, Mii-chan, what do you think of this news?"

"Well, it's probably a gas explosion..."

[Please take a look. The surface of this soil is as hard as stone, like salt. It's painful. That's due to the power of magic, ahh, don't bother me!]

Rustling like a bug crawling on the ground, the announcer approached the crater again, saying unnecessary things.

But it's okay. Mii-chan is calm.

"I think it's a gas explosion!"

I'm dipping nori in strawberry jam, wrapping it around rice, and taking a bite.

"Kah! Ugh, what's with this nori? Suddenly tastes awful!"

The scent of seaweed and the sweetness of strawberries spread in my mouth, almost making me feel nauseous. 

This nori is extremely sweet! In this world, there is sweet nori, and adding strawberry flavor is just too much of a challenge!

"...Mii-chan? What do you think about this incident?"

For some reason, papa, with a serious look, asks again. Taking a deep breath to calm down. Strawberry-flavored nori is not tasty.

"Probably a gas explosion. I've heard that everything gets blown away in a gas explosion."

As a palate cleanser, I sprinkle sugar cubes into miso soup and take a sip.

"Kah! This miso soup is somehow very sweet! Gourmet Mii-chan will get mad. Call the landlady!"

What's up with this miso soup? It's as if the chef dumped sugar into it, an unusually sweet miso soup. This taste is too innovative; Mii-chan can't eat it.

"Mii-chan... You're not involved in this incident, right?"

"I went to bed at 8 p.m. yesterday. Before going to bed, I asked Nimue to make me hot milk. After that, Nimue kept watch while I slept, so I should have an alibi."

For times like these, I practiced these lines. Hehehe, the alibi is perfect.

"It sounds like the culprit did an alibi job."

"Inspector, who will you question next?"

Although Police Mii-chan takes the lead in asking, papa's expression becomes even more serious. For some reason, he sighs and mutters.

"It's okay. I'm probably overthinking. Just overthinking."

"Houretsu-san, I'm sure you're not overthinking."

For some reason, Mom pats Dad's shoulder while looking down and muttering. My parents are always full of energy! I think it's good for a child's emotional education.

"Mii-chan? Tell the truth, okay?"

"Mii-neetan, tell lit?"

Mama, with a stern expression, presses on. Mai imitates her and smiles while looking at Mii-chan's face.

It's easy to escape questioning here, but... I don't want to tell too many lies. 

Mii-chan is an honest and good child.

I sit up straight, straighten my back, and answer with a serious face.