From the kitchen to the throne, I conquer the world with a handful of salt.
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The plague swept across the continent, the church was helpless, the nobles were busy fighting for power, and the common people could only wait to die in decay.
Allen was just an insignificant helper in the castle kitchen.
He has no talent for swordsmanship, no aristocratic blood, and no favor from the gods. The only special thing about him is that tongue that is smarter than a dog - it can taste the smallest spoilage in food, and can tell which herbs can save lives and which molds can kill.
In the eyes of the church, this was blasphemous witchcraft.
In the eyes of dying patients, this is the last hope.
In the eyes of the mysterious nun known as the "Saint", this is power enough to change the world.
"Plague is not a divine punishment, it can be defeated." She said, "And I need your tongue."
From then on, a cook and a nun joined forces to fight against the entire era.
