The Genius Prosecutor in a Gender-Reversed World

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Things have turned out better than I expected.

‘…Is this a good thing?’

Of course it is.

Just the fact that I wasn’t chased away after being saved is already a win.

In a medieval fantasy world, just having three meals a day and a cozy place to sleep means you’re living the high life.

If I had fallen into a Dark Souls or Elden Ring game, I’d have long since left a note saying, “Death is ahead” and vanished.

Thinking about it, my current situation is nothing short of a paradise on Earth, like a fortress of invincible soldiers.

-‘How about staying at our camp until your memories return?’

After all, I’m under the protection of the “Guardian Knights,” Third Division.

-‘It seems we’ll carry out our operations here in the camp for the time being. It would be better for you to stay safely here in the meantime. I’ve spoken with the other squad members, so if it’s alright with you, I can set up a spare tent for you.’

The day after I was rescued, Ornika cautiously asked me.

Honestly, I had no reason to refuse.

As soon as I accepted, Erina and Gali quickly set up my tent.

-‘…Hey. Why is your tent bigger and cleaner than ours?’

-‘Oh my~ Gali, I didn’t know you were the type to care about such things?’

Although there were several issues along the way,

I now had a place to stay without major problems.

‘Somehow, it seems bigger and neater than the tents of the other squad members.’

Even the sleeping bag they gave me as a substitute for a bed was top quality.

It was much cozier and warmer than sleeping on a dirt floor covered with leaves.

I felt it was a bit excessive to be treated so preferentially,

‘Well, it is the “Guardian Knights.”’

In the Valdeon Saga, there are many “knights’ orders,” and each has a distinctly different atmosphere.

Among them, the “Guardian Knights,” to which Ornika belongs, was established with the ideology of helping the weak and protecting those in crisis.

They are a knightly order you can always see in rescue or rescue events within the game.

‘Still, I feel bad just receiving so much.’

They didn’t just give me something trivial; they shared resources used for long-term external missions with me.

I also needed a reason to stay here long-term to devise future plans.

‘I should contribute somehow.’

To avoid being dismissed as a freeloader, I decided to do what I could.

This is what it was.

“Sniff sniff… What is that smell?”

Just as Erina returned from patrol, she scrunched up her nose and looked around.

“Ah! Welcome back.”

I walked over to where Erina was while drying my hands on my apron.

“Thanks for your hard work on today’s mission.”

“What’s in that pot over there, Alben?”

She tilted her head, pointing at a bubbling pot.

“Nothing special. I just tried making a simple stew.”

“A stew, you say?”

Even though it may seem so, I graduated from culinary school in my past life.

‘Not at the top of my class… but close.’

In fact, I can confidently say I’m better at seasoning than those at the top.

I’m the kind of person who makes Korean pasta (K-pasta) with gochujang and kimchi taste better than ordinary tomato pasta.

‘Since I can’t just recklessly mess with the food storage.’

I asked Ornika for permission to use the food storage and only used some leftover meat, a bit of flour, and some spices.

The rest were things I foraged from the mountains.

Thus, what I created was this “meat mushroom stew.”

“Oh my, you really could have just relaxed…”

“No, it’s fine. It gets boring just sitting around. I actually enjoy cooking.”

“Is that so…?”

As soon as I said I liked cooking, Erina’s lips began to twitch.

“Hmm…?”

“What’s that smell?”

“It’s the smell of making you hungry!”

I could see Ornika and the rest of the squad swallowing their saliva as they approached.

‘…It’s been a while since I cooked for someone else.’

I felt an unknown sense of satisfaction.

I tightened my apron and grabbed the bowls and ladle.

“Please, everyone, enjoy your meal.”

*

“I made this simply.”

Each of the four women was served their portion of stew.

“Since it’s been a while since I cooked, please forgive me if it’s a bit lacking.”

“Ah, no! This…!”

Erina couldn’t help but wipe her drool before finishing her sentence.

“Gulp…”

“Wow……”

Corin and Gali were the same.

‘How could someone make this level of cooking in a place like this?’

Ornika felt the same way.

The meat mushroom stew was perfect in appearance and aroma.

White, thick broth speckled with floating mushrooms and meat.

The rich and savory scent wafting up made their mouths water uncontrollably.

Partly because the menu included “stew, fried meat, and seasoned stir-fry,” which are women’s soul foods.

“So… please enjoy!”

The fact that Alben made it added to the appeal.

With that face and that body and personality, and they’re even a good cook?

‘What the heck.’

A quintessential top husband material.

“Then, thank you for the meal!”

“Thanks!”

“Thank you!”

“…I’ll enjoy it.”

Everyone simultaneously picked up their spoons.

As I took a spoonful of stew and put it in my mouth, bright smiles appeared on their faces.

“This is so delicious!”

“This is… incredible.”

While the ingredients weren’t anything super fancy, the taste was more touching than overwhelming.

In fact, it was a taste that felt closer to homemade food than that of a five-star chef.

“Ah…! I’m glad it suits your taste.”

Alben patted his chest in relief and smiled softly.

Watching that smile while eating warm food made by a beautiful man.

‘…Ah.’

‘It’s driving me crazy… how could a person be like that? Is he a hundred-year-old fox or something?’

‘Where should our wedding take place? First, let’s send the kids to swordsmanship academy….’

‘Th-this is a man…. Even better than what my mother told me….’

The four hearts were enough to be shaken.

Most women joining the knight orders have never encountered men.

One could say that specialized academies and knight orders are largely female-based groups.

Though there are occasionally male members, they quickly retire after encountering sexual harassment from other female members or, in severe cases, experiencing sexual assault.

Therefore, the members of the “Guardian Knights,” Third Division…

All had no experience with men.

“……”

Ornika’s eyes widened as she swallowed her soup.

*

After that, a peaceful routine followed.
I woke up in the morning yearning for the future, and when the time came, I prepared and cleaned up meals.

Ornika effectively transferred authority over the food storage to me.

From then on, I could create a more varied range of dishes.

“Whoa~ Today was really amazing.”

Erina patted her belly.

Seems like she really enjoyed the pork stew I made today.

‘They eat it so well, it makes me want to cook more.’

They were devouring everything I made as if they were about to lick their bowls clean.

Ornika sometimes left food, but she was always a character with a small appetite in the original story, so it was nothing unusual.

Swoosh swoosh—

I went out to the stream to wash the tools I used today.

“Ugh… Gah! It’s freezing….”

As I submerged my hands in the water, they quickly turned bright red.

What kind of water is this stream? It’s always freezing cold.

But, the flowing water is the closest spot here.

‘Don’t they have rubber gloves? I need rubber gloves.’

…Maybe after I leave here, I’ll create and sell rubber gloves.

A groundbreaking product that saves the hands of housewives.

“Ho—hooooo—.”

As I was washing the dishes, blowing warm air into my hands, a familiar voice approached.

“I’ll help you.”

Ornika rolled up her sleeves and began scrubbing the pot clean.

“Go inside and rest! You must have worked hard today….”

“No, it’s fine. I should help since I’m enjoying such generous meals.”

She helped wash the dishes without complaint, occasionally glancing at my hands and quickly taking the cleaning pot I was about to wash away to do it herself.

“Thanks to you, it’s done much quicker. I really appreciate it.”

Thanks to Ornika, I finished washing the dishes much quicker than usual.

I bowed my head while organizing the pot.

I should go back, trim the ingredients for tomorrow’s meal, and then take a break.

“Um.”

Just as I was about to turn around, Ornika’s words gripped my ankles.

“Hmm? Is there something on your mind?”

“Is there… anything you wish for?”

Anything I wish for?

“Suddenly?”

“I just feel like I’m taking too much.”

Ornika averted her gaze awkwardly.

“It’s our duty and responsibility as knights to protect those in danger. But Alben-san, you cook for us every day without any obligations. That caught my attention.”

“Oh, please. It’s not a big deal.”

“…Your hands.”

She looked at my hands with a heavy gaze.

“That scar. Did you get it while cleaning fish last time? That mark is from frying. And the wound on your hand is from cutting meat….”

Eh.

Why does she remember all that?

I didn’t even know about it myself.

“Every time I see those beautiful hands getting ruined, it weighs on my heart.”

Seeing Ornika looking down with a truly sad expression made me slightly flustered.

A cook’s hands are often marked with scars and cuts.

In fact, having such rough hands would serve as a testament to being a “real chef.”

‘Well, I suppose an average person wouldn’t know about that.’

Cooking isn’t just about delicate stuff.

“So please, let me help you achieve what you desire.”

“……”

Looking at Ornika quietly making her request, several thoughts crossed my mind.

A solid ability that would be a foundation for the path I would take moving forward.

It’s the perfect timing to lay that groundwork.

“So… may I ask for one thing?”

“Yes. Please, anything.”

“Then teach me how to use a sword.”

She looked surprised, as if I’d thrown her a curveball.

Ornika’s eyes widened in astonishment.

“…You mean… a sword?”

“Yes. Is that a problem?”

“Well… there’s no reason it can’t be… but are you really sure?”

I nodded confidently.

“Yes!”

Fortunately, I ended up staying around Ornika.

So before this moment passes,

“Then… I understand.”

I’ll acquire [Battle Moon Technique].