As Rozalin slept her monstrous meal away, Thiel set about his various tasks, directing Mariana to get the chefs ready for their new "guests" and the rest of the personnel to gather in the main hall. After a swift investigation, Theil chuckled as he hauled the five offenders to the roof of the palace, where he turned and faced them..
"The infamous 'Idiot Ais'...I should have known. You do realize that Lady Rozalin was just learning how to use her pistol back then, right?" Thiel chided, grabbing the Sinner that had guarded Rozalin the night before and hurling him skywards, much to the dismay of the others.
"She still shot us full of holes!" the Felynn protested, her ample belly and rear the hint that Thiel had needed to close the case, as was the fact that she was currently munching on a monstrously huge chocolate bar.
"That does not exempt you from your crimes." he said, sighing and throwing the Iron Knight towards the east, a comically long yell echoing as he flew.
"It should! I mean, we didn't kill her or anything!" a voluptuous female Fighter said, crossing her arms over her substantial bust. She had added another clue thanks to her blimped hourglass shape., much to Thiel's amusement.
"But it DOES NOT." he growled, snatching at the third Ai brother and pitching him downwards, burying him deep in the ground.
"Please! Spare us!" Mai yowled, getting to her knees and clasping her paws. "We'll do anything! We've already been affected by our own poison, and our figures are ruined...we'll serve without pay if we have to!"
Sai, the Fighter, nodded in agreement. "Yeah! Heck, we'll be Lady Rozalin's private handmaidens, if she'll have us! I've always been better at dressing people up than slicing them down, after all."
"Very well...I'll speak with the Mistress. I have other things to attend to anyways. Dinner may very well be an occasion for the century!" Thiel chuckled, turning and clicking down the stairs.
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"So...you're the Pirate Chefs?" Thiel asked an especially gruff looking sage with a peg leg.
"Chef Pirates, actually. Keeps us from getting sued by riled-up manga-ka." The leader of the Chef Pirates responded, a buff Baciel with an especially large chefs hat adorning its head and a peg leg.
"I see...anyways, I'm skeptical now that I see you. I mean, Baciels and Wood Golems cooking? You only have one arm, and from my experience you're fairly slow." Thiel said, crossing his arms.
Chuckling as though he had heard the argument before, the head chef turned and grabbed a frying pan, cracking a few eggs into it and holding it over his plasma cannon. Creating a gentle stream of energy from it, he had a delicious looking omelet done in a matter of seconds. "Slow we may be, but we've got built in tools." he said, flipping the egg dish perfectly onto a plate. "And call me Beff. This is my first mate, Tonji." he added, nodding to a blonde haired Sinner, who nodded slightly and said nothing.
"Nice to meet all of you. Anyways...is there any chance you can begin preparing dinner? I'm guessing Lady Rozalin will be ravenous when she wakes up, thanks to treachery performed earlier in the day."
"Of course! A pity about that too...no one should ever tamper with food. It's just downright dishonest!" Beff growled, tromping over to Thiel and clapping his hand on the Sentinel's shoulder. "Trust me, we've got the best Mystic Beasts in the business. If any poison gets in the food, we'll know about it!"
Nodding in satisfaction, Thiel shook the Baciel's hand and made to leave. As he left, he bumped quite literally into Mariana, who blushed and chuckled. "My my...I didn't know you were so starved for attention, Lord Thiel." she joked as he came up for air.
"Very funny. Mariana, I have news for you. I'll be reassigning you and your staff. I'll be running this by Beff tomorrow, but perhaps it's time we tricked the population of the castle. Two cooking forces might foil anyone trying to poison Lady Rozalin."
"That's not a bad idea...besides...I've heard of these Pirates. Their cooking is none too refined. Nothing befitting our mistress..." she agreed, nodding.
"Well, for now, I think it's time we rested up for dinner. It may be an interesting event, if my guess is correct."
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