I Became a Food Developer in Another World-Chapter 106 - : Air Fryer (5)

The goddess of the home and hearth, Hestia.

Her fire warmly illuminates the entire world, but there are places even Hestia's fire cannot reach.

It is the northernmost part of the North, 'Svalbard.'

In this place, infinitely close to the permafrost, Hestia's fire cannot reach.

But even in such a bitterly cold environment, people live on.

It's not because humans are animals of adaptation.

Because if even a place like this is not suitable, there is no place for them to live.

"Brr, it's cold. Iskan."

"Don't whine, even this little fire was hard to come by."

In a cold barracks.

Children and one adult draped in animal skins were huddled together, relying on a small campfire.

Crackle─ crackle─

In the pot hanging over the hearth, the meat of a sea monster was sizzling and cooking.

"How much longer do we have to wait?"

"Not yet. Just wait a little longer."

The children watched the meat cooking slowly, swallowing their saliva with a gulp.

Seeing that, Iskan, the leader of the White Wolf Tribe, wore a bitter smile.

It was a pitiful sight, but in Svalbard, where fire was precious, even this small stove was a luxury.

In Svalbard, where only frozen ground exists, it was difficult to find even a single common tree.

If they went outside right away, most of them would freeze to death because they couldn't even find fire.

Compared to those people, having even a brazier made them better off.

However.

Flicker!

"Oh no!"

The fire that was cooking the meat suddenly diminished and then went out completely.

"The, the oil has run out."

Disappointment spread across Iskan's face as he confirmed that the oil drum was completely empty.

The amount of oil distributed by the village was limited, so further cooking was impossible.

The meat wasn't fully cooked yet, but it was best to eat it as it is.

It was at that moment that Iskan was about to put down the pot.

─Whoosh!

"?!"

A brief voice echoed, and the chill inside the barracks seemed to be sucked away somewhere, disappearing.

'Magic!'

The startled Iskan jumped up from his seat.

Iskan, stepping out of the barracks, widened his eyes at the scene unfolding outside.

"!"

A massive magic circle was floating in the air, absorbing the cold.

Swoosh...

The chill trapped in the magic circle turned into a white mist and billowed up into the sky.

"How is it? This is what true magic is."

A girl who appeared to have used magic was proudly lifting her chin and boasting.

"...Ooh."

The expressionless girl next to her let out a soulless exclamation.

The girl's shoulders shrugged up, as if she was satisfied with just that magic.

"Hmm, do you now feel a bit of awe towards me?"

Nod, nod.

The expressionless girl who nodded her head opened her mouth blankly.

"Ahhhh...!"

From the girl's mouth, a mist more potent than the magic's outcome billowed up.

The girl, Lilith, who had her mouth wide open in shock, snapped back to her senses and shouted angrily.

"Ugh, that's not magic!"

Iberkina tilted her head.

"...Clumping the cold air."

"That's even more unacceptable! If you're going to use a verb, just quit it!"

Iskan stared blankly at the situation he couldn't understand.

'What on earth is this...'

In his view, as long as the result was good, that was all that mattered, but the girl who used magic was unwilling to acknowledge anything.

While Iskan was so absorbed in the conversation between the two girls, the pot in his hand had completely cooled down.

"...Oh no!"

When Iskan was feeling disheartened by the cold, congealed piece of meat.

"Are you Iskan?"

"?"

Iskan, who turned his gaze at the suddenly heard voice, wore a wary expression.

"Who are you? Who are you to know my name..."

"You don't need to be on guard. I am a person who has come to help Svalbard."

The one who appeared was a young man wearing a white robe.

By the way.

"Did you come to help our village?"

"That's right."

While Iskan was puzzled, an old man clad in animal skins appeared behind the young man.

Iskan asked the old man.

"Village chief, this person says they came to help our village, what does that mean?"

"Literally. Since he is a distinguished guest from the Empire, we will treat him with utmost respect.

The village chief earnestly urged Iskan to treat the young man with courtesy, but Iskan had no such luxury.

How can he serve others when he is shivering from the cold, having run out of even oil?

It was when Iskan did not hide his discomfort and openly expressed it.

"Oh dear, it seems the fire has gone out."

The young man looked at the cold meat in the pot and said.

"If you don't mind, I would like to warm it up for you. Would that be possible?"

"...Are you talking about the meat?"

"Yes, just for a moment."

The young man set down the mysterious black object he had been holding in his arms.

Then, while separating the basket from inside the object, he said.

"You can put it in here."

"Are you saying that if I put it there, the meat will get heated?"

"Yes, it will warm up soon."

"...I can't believe it."

There's no fire, and yet the meat is getting warm?

Iskan was untrustworthy, but since the village chief was watching, he put the meat in the basket, pretending to be deceived.

"Thank you."

The young man put the basket into the object.

Wooooo.

The yellow light turned on, and the sound of something spinning echoed. And a moment later.

Iskan's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the taken-out basket.

"T-the meat...!"

"Eat quickly before it gets cold."

Inside the basket, there was meat with warm steam rising gently.

The identity of the object was none other than an 'air fryer.'

*

I visited the Svalbard Islands, the northernmost part of the North, for an air fryer advertisement.

This place was indeed the perfect area to promote the air fryer.

"Oh my! The meat is warm!"

"Wow!"

The reaction of the Svalbard residents facing the air fryer was enthusiastic.

All the villagers came out and were busy checking out the air fryer.

"That's amazing. How does the meat cook without any fire?"

"This is clearly an object imbued with the power of the goddess of the hearth."

"A hot meal, it feels like a dream."

They were the Svalbard people who had been living with limited resources, using oil obtained from the sea monsters to light fires and cook.

For them, the air fryer that cooks food in the cold was a cultural shock.

"Alright, everyone, I'll give you one each, so you don't need to rush. Get in line, line up!"

Golden Honey Combo, baked in dozens of air fryers, was served in the residents' bowls.

It wasn't just that.

"Dorian, please install them."

"Leave it to me."

Heating furnaces using Pyrostones made by dwarven engineers were provided to every household.

It was a heating furnace that operated solely on Pyrostones, which didn't require any 'fire' at all.

"Um, is it really okay to receive something like this for free...?"

"It's okay. Just speak well to me."

"I will firmly inform the residents. Even without that, only good stories will come out. Haha!"

The Svalbard residents were enjoying the meat that had come out of the air fryer with happy faces.

Even without a hearth, warmth rises in places where the goddess's fire does not shine.

With the 'air fryer'.

And the image of that blissful happiness was captured in the crystal orbs set up all around.

*

"Not using the brazier is an act that disrupts the peace of the household."

"The Emperor is sowing discord in the family."

The anti-air fryer movement led by the Church was proving highly effective and air fryer sales were plummeting daily.

It was one of those days.

[There is a place called Svalbard. It is the coldest place even in the northernmost part of the North.]

An advertisement has been released.

[Here, every year, tens of thousands of people suffer from the cold and hunger, which tragically ending their lives.

In the frozen ground, not even a single tree or blade of grass could be found.

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Even if we barely managed to start a fire, it quickly died down as soon as the cold wind passed by.

There were neither hearths, nor fires, nor peace there.

But even in places like this, the air fryer makes its way.]

Wooooo─

Large magical carriages carrying air fryers pass over the frozen road, transporting goods.

─M-meat!

─Oh my, it's warm.

People held a festival while eating the meat that had come out of the air fryer.

─I'm so happy because I got an air fryer.

─When I didn't have an air fryer, every day was a battle against hunger. But now I'm happy.

People holding air fryers were showing their white teeth and smiling brightly.

"Oh my, they say tens of thousands of people die every year."

"Oh dear..."

"Hmm, I want to make a donation."

It was a heartwarming advertisement that touched people's hearts.

─Hello, I am Yuri Grail, the designer of the air fryer. Our air fryer is a product that uses Pyrostones, making it usable in any cold weather.

The citizens of the Empire watched the video with warm smiles on their faces.

"In places where you can't use a fireplace, you definitely need an air fryer."

"That's right, you can't starve to death."

It was the moment when the perception of the air fryer shifted from being a 'denial' of the stove to being a 'replacement' for the stove.

The citizens' reactions were generally positive.

Of course, there were places where that wasn't the case.

"What the heck! That's our Pyrostones!"

It was the Red Tower that had immediately signed a contract to supply the Pyrostones at a bargain price.

The face of the Red Tower Master turned bright red as he watched the Pyrostones that Yuri was holding and explaining.

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