I Was Just Having Fun With The Time Limit - Chapter 88

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The three major culinary associations of the continent united.
[Ramen, it is the food of demons!]
[Stop selling this food, which is nothing but a deadly poison that destroys the body.]
Two of them were associations belonging to the Mirotell Magic Federation, while the other was affiliated with the Vilotian Empire.
They mentioned the dangers of ramen and called it the food of demons.
As a result, all manner of rumors about ramen began to sweep across the continent.
“Did you hear? That thing called ramen? Apparently eating it causes toxins to accumulate in your body.”
“They say it eventually leads to demonization?”
“How dreadful.”
“Apparently Narmore Corporation was actually backed by dark mages.”
Maresents, famous as a culinary master, also directly condemned ramen as sinful.
“That is a very dangerous demonic object. It ravages both body and mind more than any drug, and will ultimately summon evil spirits.”
Countless people were seized by fear.
Ramen was burned in various places, and even in the Kingdom of Alpea, which was very favorable toward Narmore Corporation, chaos erupted.
After reading several newspapers, Isabel let out a long sigh.
“This stuff is really delicious.”
Even better than ramen from my previous life.
The taste was similar to ramen from my previous world, but it had lower sodium and calories. Nutritionally, it was superior.
“It’s frustrating that people don’t appreciate this flavor.”
Isabel blew gently on the hot noodles and then slurped them up with a satisfying sound.
It was an exhilarating sensation I had never experienced in my previous life.
“My goodness, I actually managed to do a noodle flip again?”
A magnificent feat I could never have dreamed of with my previous body. I had actually succeeded at the ‘noodle flip.’
Yuri, sitting across from me, spoke with a dark expression.
“Your Highness, are you alright?”
“Yes, I’m a bit frustrated, but I’m fine.”
With the culinary master and the culinary associations publicly attacking ramen, I, Yuri, and Narmore were all being criticized together.
“How can you be fine?”
“Well…”
Actually… it’s just that I’m used to it. When I was in South Korea, I received thousands and tens of thousands of times more curses than this. So something like this doesn’t bother me at all.
It felt awkward to say that, so I simply smiled and spoke instead.
“People secretly buy and sell dangerous drugs that are supposedly terrible for your body.”
“Pardon?”
“Even when something is completely proven to be harmful, people desperately seek it out. But ramen tastes good, isn’t that bad for your body, and is cheap too? I believe time will resolve this.”
In this world, there were many people who starved to death. It was a completely different world from South Korean society, which was materially abundant.
Because of that, ramen would become a very good food source for them.
“Don’t you realize that most of the people reacting so sensitively to ramen and claiming it’s the food of demons are from the upper classes?”
Nobles or the wealthy.
Only they have access to newspapers, and only they share information in this world.
“Those people have never known hunger.”
But Isabel understood hunger.
Of course, thanks to people’s support, she had never truly gone without a meal, but she always craved tteokbokki and ramen.
She wanted to try pizza, hamburgers, and cola—foods everyone ate at least once.
She had only tasted such foods a handful of times before turning seven.
So spiritually, she was always hungry.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to eat them; it was that she wanted to eat things she couldn’t have.
“No matter how much those people complain, I think anyone who’s truly hungry will eat it anyway.”
Isabel double-checked just to be sure.
“Yuri developed that ramen, right? Did she really put anything harmful to the human body in it?”
“No! Absolutely not! If she had, she would never have served it to the Princess.”
“See? I trust Yuri. Time will take care of everything.”
Isabel smiled brightly.
Accustomed to the public eye and media, she accepted recent events with calm indifference.
‘The Princess remains so composed today as well.’
Yuri bit her lip hard. She was so frustrated she wanted to pound her chest—thump, thump!
‘Why don’t people understand the Princess’s heart?’
Yuri didn’t know Isabel’s past life.
So she was certain that Isabel hadn’t asked her to develop ramen because she ‘truly wanted to eat it.’
‘Why don’t they understand that warm heart of hers—wanting to develop affordable food that provides minimum nutrition to help the Empire’s people!’
Yuri returned to her room and pulled out her writing materials.
Isabel had said time would solve it, but Yuri couldn’t sit idle.
It was Yuri herself who had developed the ramen after getting the idea from Isabel.
On one corner of her desk lay numerous chemistry books.
‘Would I have developed ramen without any study whatsoever!’
In the novel, Yuri was originally a mathematical genius.
In the story, she would have studied only mathematics, but now things were very different.
She was now a culinary researcher who studied chemistry, a genius who found joy in learning.
‘I absolutely won’t stay still.’
* * *
Kiruen, commander of the Outer Palace Guard of the Imperial Capital, hurled her fork.
Thwack!
The fork embedded itself in the wall.
“What nonsense are you spouting?”
She set down her beer glass.
Crash!
The table shattered with a loud bang.
The curious thing was that the beer glass remained perfectly intact.
“You’re saying what I’m eating is demon food? So what, am I a demon?”
Commander, you do look a bit demonic right now…
None of the guards present could have dared to voice that thought aloud.
The guards quietly slipped away from the scene.
“How can you say such nonsense when ramen tastes this good?”
As Kiruen approached, the men who had been whispering that ramen was devil’s food trembled in fear.
Kiruen grabbed one man by the collar and lifted him into the air.
“P-p-please spare me.”
“Who said anything about killing you?”
No matter how drunk Kiruen became, she never struck ordinary people who hadn’t cultivated magical power.
“Hey. Watch this.”
Kiruen held the man aloft with one arm while channeling her magical power into his body.
“You see, martial artists like me can examine our bodies with precision using magical power. Understand?”
“Th-that is….”
“You’ve got erectile dysfunction, don’t you?”
The man’s face flushed crimson.
“N-no, I don’t!”
“Of course you do. It’s written all over you.”
Kiruen sighed and casually hurled the man to the ground.
With a thud, he crashed onto the floor.
“If you run, you’re dead.”
“Y-yes, yes.”
Kiruen lifted the entire bowl and gulped down the ramen broth greedily.
Then she summoned her magical power.
A bluish aura enveloped her entire body, shimmering and undulating.
“I examined my own body, and there’s not a single thing wrong with it. Understand?”
“…Y-yes.”
“Absolutely nothing wrong.”
Kiruen deliberately raised her voice so everyone around her could hear.
Thanks to Kiruen’s exploits(?), no one in the vicinity of the Outer Palace called ramen devil’s food anymore.
Kiruen leaned close to the man and whispered.
“But tell me. Who paid you to spread these rumors?”
The man Kiruen saw wasn’t just an ordinary person. He was someone being paid to spread lies.
She leaned close and whispered softly.
“Speak truthfully. Before I cut out your tongue.”
If he had tried to insult our lovely, adorable, and charming Princess, it wouldn’t end with merely this.
I held back those words, but though I said nothing, a murderous aura pressed down upon the man’s body.
“I-I’ll tell you everything!”
* * *
Kiruen, commander of the Outer Palace Guard, uncovered the existence of a force deliberately fabricating malicious rumors in an organized manner.
That was the beginning.
Biatone submitted a report regarding the matter.
“Yes, Your Majesty. You, who are so busy with construction that you refuse to hear even my reports and entrust all work heavily upon me—that very Your Majesty now steps forward so earnestly and involves yourself so deeply, personally attending to this matter. Since you commanded me to investigate directly, I, whose body is already worn down from overtime work, have been moving about in all directions gathering information….”
“Get to the point.”
“It appears that high-ranking mages from the Magic Federation are supporting the researchers of the Culinary Association.”
“….”
“Will you remain idle?”
“And if I don’t?”
Biatone carefully gauged his reaction.
‘He seems genuinely angered….’
The chair upon which the Emperor sat was crafted from sturdy, precious dragonwood.
The armrests of that dragonwood chair were beginning to splinter.
It was a remarkable fact that the Emperor of Vilotian, who had never paid attention to political conspiracies or media warfare, was now reacting with acute sensitivity to such matters.
‘Should I say more?’
Biatone was the type to meticulously calculate and provoke the Emperor.
It felt like saying more now would be unwise. So he decided to broach the main subject immediately.
“I have a favorable idea for you, Your Majesty.”

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