By morning, we were famous.By evening, we were invited to dinner.
Which, considering I'm a knife, was both flattering and deeply concerning.
The invitation came in a gold-embossed envelope carried by a talking pigeon with an attitude.
"By decree of Lord Garmont, Master of Culinary Arts and Noble of the East Wing—your presence is commanded at tonight's Grand Feast."
Commanded?Buddy, I'm literally cutlery. I don't have attendance options.
The adventurer looked thrilled.
"We've made it, team! A royal invitation!"
Pantharion twirled in excitement (don't ask how a pan twirls; it's mostly attitude).
"Ah, a noble's banquet! Finally, a crowd worthy of my brilliance."
I muttered, "Yeah, can't wait to meet pretentious forks and elitist spoons."
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The Grand Feast
The noble's manor was enormous — chandeliers, velvet carpets, servants everywhere.Everything screamed "rich people who've never used their own kitchen."
As we entered, a servant whispered:
"Please refrain from… speaking loudly. The guests may be startled by talking utensils."
Oh no, how tragic — the sentient kitchenware might disturb your delicate sensibilities.
Pantharion gave a smug clang.
"They should feel honored to hear my voice!"
"Yeah, let's not start the dinner with a lawsuit," I said.
At the head of the hall sat Lord Garmont — a huge man with a mustache so majestic it probably had its own postal code.
"Ah, the Culinary Duo!" he boomed."The heroes who brought faith back to the art of cooking!"
Pantharion practically glowed.
"Indeed, my lord! I can sear your steak to divine perfection!"
"And I," I added, "can cut your ego into bite-sized humility."
Nobody laughed.
So far, so good.
Then came the food. Plates and plates of exotic dishes — roast wyvern, flame grilled mushrooms, enchanted soufflé that literally breathed.
It was heaven.
Until the Lord said:
"Let us witness your power! Show us how the Culinary Duo transforms a simple meal into a divine creation!"
…Excuse me what now.
The adventurer whispered, sweating bullets:
"He wants us to cook. Just… follow my lead."[1]
Pantharion puffed up.
"Leave it to me!"
And thus began the Most Chaotic Cooking Show in Another World.
The adventurer tried flipping meat with Pantharion — but the pan got too excited.
"Witness the power of my FLAME MODE!"
WHOOSH.Half the table ignited. Nobles screamed.The soufflé tried to run for its life.
"PAN! TOO HOT!"
"There's no such thing as too hot, only too weak!"
Meanwhile, I tried chopping vegetables… but something felt weird.
[Skill: Edge of Belief activated!]
Sharpness increased by 500% due to audience admiration!
Before I could react — SHLNK!
I sliced through the table.And the floor.And possibly the concept of dinner itself.
The entire table collapsed in half.
Wine spilled. Lord Garmont's mustache went crooked. The hall fell silent. Even the fire stopped crackling.
Pantharion whispered, horrified,
"…We may have overdone it."
The adventurer froze mid-panic. I whispered,
"Quick, pretend it's performance art."
He straightened up and shouted,
"BEHOLD! The Culinary Duo's signature technique — Dinner Dissection: The Art of Overcooked Enlightenment!"
…And the nobles applauded.
They clapped.They stood up.They cried.
"So symbolic!"
"The broken table represents the divide between mortal hunger and divine taste!"
"Truly avant-garde!"
Pantharion glowed like the world's smuggest frying pan.
"I told you chaos was the secret ingredient."
After the feast (or rather, the ruins of it), Lord Garmont shook our adventurer's hand.
"Marvelous! I have never witnessed such passion for cuisine!"
I couldn't tell if he was impressed or concussed by the smoke.
He then declared: "From this day forth, you shall be known as the Culinary Champions of Garmont House!"
And just like that, we got knighted.By accident. For destroying dinner.
That night, back at the inn, the adventurer collapsed on the bed.
"We almost died… but we're famous again."
Pantharion hummed contentedly.
"Fame is just flavor with extra seasoning."
I sighed.
"At this rate, we'll ascend to godhood through sheer misunderstanding."
[New Title Acquired!]
"The Misinterpreted Legends" — Gain increased reputation from accidents and disasters.
And somewhere, far away, a group of priests began a new religion.
Dedicated to the "Holy Tools of Flame and Edge."
I'd laugh…but knowing our luck, they'll probably start worshiping a spatula next.
To Be Continued…
[1] Adventurer can not hear Utensils conversation. He is also full of himself thinking he's finally break through his poorness and is thinking that both of utensils are real. Please note that when author mentions Everyone can hear them now then everyone will hear them. Otherwise its Just written in a way to entertain readers.