From the kitchen to the throne, I conquered the world with a pinch of salt.
A plague sweeps across the continent. The Church is helpless, nobles are busy fighting over power, and commoners can only wait to die as they rot away.
Alan is just an insignificant kitchen hand in a castle.
He has no talent for swordsmanship, no noble blood, and no divine favor. His only unusual trait is a tongue sharper than a dog's: he can taste the slightest hint of spoilage in food and tell which herbs can save lives and which molds can kill.
In the eyes of the Church, this is blasphemous witchcraft.
In the eyes of the dying, it is their last hope.
And in the eyes of the mysterious nun known as the “Saintess,” it is a power capable of changing the world.
“The plague is not divine punishment. It can be defeated,” she says. “And I need your tongue.”
From then on, a cook and a nun join forces to fight against their entire age.
