Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

... and the moment, finally, comes.

"... how did this happen?

"... why?

"... I don't know what that means..."

A tasting party for the sweet contest finally began with a large magic clock in the square in front of the royal castle at 3 p.m.

Waiting for this time today (?) Waltz and Lucia, and Catalina, who had seen the sight... were disappointed and idle...

Because...

"Ugh..."

"Ho ho..."

"Mi, water..."

Because those of the Alliance who were in charge of the judges, each one of them stuck to his desk and lay low...

... except.

That's not because they ate the sweets the waltzes made.

So how the hell were they raising their bitter voices with a uniformly bright blue (red) complexion...

"Is that it? That's crazy... Ladies and gentlemen, did my cherry pie not fit your mouth?

Yuki, the former demon king, faked (...) Le (...) cherry pie with plenty of cherries as sweet (?), because I was feeding the judges...

What happens if I heat this world-specific fruit, Hercherry...

It turns into spicy fruit, as Waltz has failed to do with bread ingredients.

"Um... I was confident in the taste..."

Because I didn't know what caused it, or I said those words with my neck tilted... and Yuki throws a slice of her own made-to-smell cherry pie into her mouth.

If Waltz ate that, the body recognized what he mouthed as' poison ', and for a while, it should be a substitute enough to suffer from abdominal pain...

"Yeah! Sweet and spicy! Yum!"

... For Yuki, who loves spicy things, it seemed genuine, delicious sweets.

... by the way, is.

If the judges were to say that Yuki's cherry pie was spoken of as taking precedence over any sweet... but that her appearance, which had white hair, resembled the 'goddess' transmitted to this world... can you guess why, from what has happened so far?

"... I don't know what to say."

"... yeah."

"... I miss having no tasters (guinea pigs)"

"Eh..."

The waltzes look unconvinced as they hold onto their reddish cheeks and watch Yuki mouth 'theatre' with delight.

Nevertheless, Waltz remained transparent so that the citizens would not see him...

Well, leave that...

Did their unboiled feelings lead to the 'culinary god' who might be somewhere in this world, or because they didn't originally say so much...

"Or it was hard, but I'll let it go on somehow...!

"Now is the time... to show the guts of a merchant...!

"Phew... Drinking water made it a lot easier..."

The judges woke up again and started reaching for the next sweet.

The next sweet thing they thought about making it subject to the ordinance... was Teresa's work.

To the boulders, ending without eating the sweets of the President of the National Assembly, who is participating as a special guest in this contest, seemed unlikely to be a story for the judges... they seemed to think of only trying to accomplish Norma before the sweets came that were really going to be irreversible.

But...

"... you know?

"... don't tell everyone"

"... what avant-garde..."

... judges of how they are unexpectedly wandering in front of Theresa's made sweets.

Apparently, the look of that sweet... no matter how you look at it, it didn't look like Sweet.

"I'm sorry, you Alliance people... The skill and knowledge of concubine cooking have made her look terrible..."

Teresa mouths words of apology in front of her own made sweets to see how the judges are stepping forward.

Against her like that... one of the judges asked me sorry.

"... Dear Teresa. You may ask me something very rude, but what the hell was this... what were you trying to say sweets?

In short, 'What is this?' Theresa smiles in embarrassment at the judges who come inquiring.

Clearly rude. The judges around me listening to such inquiries... without disputing them, and seeing where they were listening to Theresa's response... apparently, they all had the same questions...

"This is a shortcake!

"Shit... cake?

"Hmm. First of all... isn't this white part a cream made by applying a special treatment to the milk of tentacle goats, mixing the extracted liquid and sugar in the right amount, and whipping it even? So, this yellow part was baked with a creamy substance called meringue made from frosted chicken egg whites, sugar, and dough made by stirring the flour to cut with a special hella, in a demon oven controlled at a certain temperature. They classify this as a sweet on its own, so they call it sponge cake, right? And finally, this red one... was sliced through the fruit (strawberries) that you can pick in the woods around South Fortress. Combining them together, they're called shortcakes... and they're made in some exotic (modern world) sweets. It's just... I never saw the finished product to see what it should look like. The late... for now, I stirred it all up and tried to dough it up!

Because Teresa's words were like explaining science (renjinjutsu) experiments, or because she was anxious if this was really food... judges who lose words.

Needless to say, there were some poison (...) things (...) that I ate just before, so I was getting extra anxious.

... but they weren't left with the option of ending without eating.

Even if you know you're going to die, you have to eat more than you're scrutinizing because it's the sweet made by the chairman, the head of this country...

If you don't eat... it's probably because they'll split the village into eight parts within the Alliance and you'll be socially wiped out...

Perhaps for the judges, this development now feels like a public execution.

The first one to move like that... was the judge who asked Teresa what these sweets were.

He stretches his spoon to the slightly grotesque sphere in front of him...

"... Gu!

He threw it into his mouth when he decided to.

... at that moment,

A judge man who opens his eyes, trembles his body, and suddenly rises...

Look at that...

"Oh... I should have written a suicide note..."

"I don't know... sweat from my eyes..."

"Background, Mother... Apparently I'm so far..."

All the other judges seem prepared to die.

But...

"Good!"

And, Voice Out Victim # 1.

"... a horse?

"You're out of your mind..."

"Maybe not anymore..."

But everyone, hearing the word, didn't seem to sound like the word 'delicious' and didn't seem to get out of pessimistic thinking.

"... that's enough. The concubine herself knows very well. Suddenly, there's no way that a concubine who's barely ever cooked before can cook a decent dish..."

"... Gu!

I lay my eyes down looking like I was about to cry, and I saw Teresa whining... and the judges literally decided to be ready to die.

Then they found out that Teresa made mysterious sweets (shortcakes?) into a spoon, and he threw it into his mouth, terrified...