Wasn't I Supposed to Be the Chef?

[Blurb not decided yet, temporary version]

Accidentally wandering into a gathering place for wandering Tsukumogami, only to be given the cold shoulder by the sword Tsukumogami?

Protagonist: Why do we need to talk?

Protagonist: Wasn't I here to be the cook? Why would a cook need to talk?

#A culinary expert, a kitchen tyrant, a dictator who sets the menu arrives at her loyal Honmaru

The sword warriors, unable to understand her, start teaching themselves her language: Why didn't the Time Government install translators in us?! We really want to know what our master says every day!

Protagonist: What are these guys babbling about? I can't understand them.

Protagonist: Good thing I'm just the cook (wage slave, don't need friends.jpg)

* I haven't thought much about how the romance will develop, so it will probably be no CP.

* The female lead is a native of FF14 and comes with a crafting log System (?);

* Might include some other anime, so everyone at the Honmaru can go out shopping, socialize, learn, and communicate across languages (...)

* I'll probably revise the blurb again before starting. The premise won't change.

Theme: The desire to communicate in a friendly way can bridge the language gap