"Chef Yori, you have truly worked hard."
"Haha. Such hardships are nothing when it comes to dedicating oneself to the soldiers of the empire."
"Thanks to Chef Yori's cooking becoming widely known, everyone wants to undergo Lord Rakis's rigorous training, right?"
"Haha, indeed... It is quite ironic, but yes."
Mary and Rakis exchanged awkward expressions while also sharing a laugh.
It was as true as it could be.
Mary’s excellent cooking had long been a well-known rumor within the empire.
However, she had never sold her food publicly.
To taste Mary’s cooking, one had to either be a member of the royal family or be present at the training ground where she was in charge of the cooking.
And the training ground that Mary managed was precisely where Rakis conducted his harsh training.
It was called the "Krivia Training."
True to its name, the content of the training was very substantial.
Of course, the evaluation of it being "substantial" was entirely Rakis's subjective view, and the soldiers' reactions were unanimous.
They felt as if they were being pushed to the brink of death.
Yet, despite this, the reason soldiers flocked to this training was simple! The special meals served during the training were more delicious than any delicacies in the world.