Fake Cinderella

"Lady, what do we do over here?

"Make that a water-colored ribbon. Use blue ribbons with cookies and red ribbons with candy."

"Ma'am, fire, is that all you need?

"Yeah, fine. Fee, cook not to burn"

"Ma'am, is this the size of the paper okay?

"Yeah. Take care of yourself."

The kitchen was originally the biggest. The children's common bedroom was cramped with wrapped ribbons, cut paper, and bundled bags. Whether it was the workshop or the solder or the factory.

And somehow, I'm in a position to give instructions at the center of it. I didn't mean to babble at all, but this is what was going to happen when I realized it.

(Something like when you're in the royal palace)

Reminds me of when I make a ton of plugs with the samurai and the ladies.

Still, even though it was only the third day out of the royal palace, it seemed like a long time had passed.

(... Nadir, are you eating properly?

Trouble without me, I could be eating that can again.

(No, it's still better if you're eating)

I'm sure you'll be busy with me gone. It's a shame you can't do anything from here, even though you're cautious because when your busy peaks, you won't even eat canned portable food.

(I didn't mean to worry about it at all)

I can't believe you want to help me reduce my work if you can, but I'm falling for more work.

(But, but this is force majeure!

Yes. I would strongly argue that it is force majeure.

Because who do you think will be targeted like that in the royal palace? I don't think I made the wrong decision when I ran into the basement.

(I was just more directional tone deaf than I thought)

Finally, I was also unlucky that my companion was boxed in a way that was not very different from my own.

(... at least we'll apologize a lot when we get back and make a lot of whatever Nadir likes...)

That's about all I can do.

"Uncle, is this okay?

A fluffy little boy with curly hair of gold comes to show a bunch of paper in his hand with a doya face.

"Yes. It's okay. Well done."

"Eh heh..."

I grinned happily as I gently stroked my head.

Guests staying in an orphanage is probably because of the rarity. The little ones nostalgic for me percentage quicker.

My name here is supposed to be 'Lady'.

The result is that I didn't want to tell you my name, and Lela Adele's statement that I can't call you by name more than not being an orphanage child.

"Rag, you're already going to sell today, right?

"Ooh."

"Well, I'll tell you what to do next."

Before going into work, I first divided the children into three groups.

The type of kids who love each other well and don't spoil each other into a pair of rugs.

Then put a tall kid and a kid who seems to have high physical abilities in Rufa's group.

And every other kid goes into the kitchen with me.

"First of all, this is the clerk that the pair of rugs sell on the street. Sell more and more products that you have already made. The product names are 'Hollow Cookies' and 'Amber Candy' then 'Molasses Beans'. When selling, call your name. And if you run out, someone should come and refill this far."

"Rikai"

Rag meets his fellow sellers.

"The Rufa's group wants me to go get the feg. So, if you take it, please choose the size to be large, medium, or small and stay in each box."

"Okay."

I already have a box for sorting.

"So, the voicemail will have you working with me. Fee, please."

"... ok"

The oldest of the girls, Phee, snorts forcefully.

"First, the answering machine will work separately into a squad that makes the product in the kitchen and a squad that packages the product in a large room. The kitchen squad bakes cookies or makes candy using the fegs the Rufa's have taken, and the packaging squad will wrap it up. Anything that can be packaged should be transported to the cathedral and placed on the altar from time to time"

"Why on the altar?

Rufa tilts her neck.

"On the altar is Lela Adele. Lela will pray for you, so you will be asked to prove your blessing when your prayer is over"

"Proof of blessing, stamp?

"Yes.... I'm sure there will be people out there who will imitate it. And that will be the real Cirsi."

"Real Cirsi......"

"This is a product made from sugar from the cathedral. You can't distribute it unless you give it to the goddess."

"Lady, are you familiar with the cathedral?

"My brother-in-law is in the diocese, so we are often told to talk"

"My brother-in-law..."

"Yeah, he's my husband's half-brother."

He's a good kid, and when he laughed remembering the shadow under Zion, Rag gave him a look that seemed complicated.

(Husband, or brother-in-law, is that Rag's NG word?

"What about me? What about me?"

The smallest way to grab my apron and stick around is soon to be four years old. I heard you had a people-friendly habit, but you immediately nostalgic for me.

"What is it?

"Eh, every smell of me!

Kids about this age want to help. But there's not so much I can do, and I have patience to leave it to you.

"Way has a special job for you."

"Every smell of me?

"Yes, so please help me in the kitchen today"

"Yeah."

Way snickered.

"Uh, lady, are you okay?

"What is it?

"He's a chick."

I'm telling you, it must be a handful in the dark.

"It's okay. I have a job for Way to do too."

"Yeah."

Full of strength.

"You're the clerk who crushes the feg. It's a serious responsibility."

Though I had carved it in the prototype, I decided to break it from being able to fine it more easily and faster than carving it. All you have to do is slap the feg in the fine cloth bag of your eyes with a hammer.

This way, the little way becomes a fine fighting force, too.

"You can't have hollow cookies or amber candy without the crushed feg that makes Way."

"Me, good luck"

"Yes, please"

Squeezing his fist, his difficult and determined little Way appearance was healthy, cute and his cheeks unwittingly loose.

"You're full of people, young lady"

"Is it?

"Oops.... Me too, but when you ask me for something, I get on with it"

"Nothing. I don't think it matters?

"Just because you're there, I feel like I can do anything."

"Thank you?

"That's where the doubtful shapes are, isn't it, my daughter?"

Rufa laughs when she dulls.

"... Enough about me. More than that, give this to everyone."

It was shrugged out of my apron pocket. Here, it's not strange at all for a man to have it because he uses it as a bracelet as well as tie his hair.

The peacock green dress that was here when I left the royal palace was donated to Lela instead of the cost of my stay, but it was this shrug that Lela solved it and made it for me.

"Sellers should always use this shrub to their advantage"

Vibrant peacock greens are very noticeable among all those dressed in less colorful outfits such as spawning and very thin grays.

"... Hey, lady"

"Yes."

"Does this make sense, too?

Rufa flickered her own wrist.

"Yeah, it's a real seller's landmark."

"It's a bright color, so it stands out."

"Yep. And I can't make a fake because this color is hard to dye"

"I see."

"Delicious things matter, of course, but what we make in the cathedral orphanage is the biggest sale"

"... is that going to be a sale?

"Will be."

I immediately noticed.

"... really?

It was a little girl called Linary who clicked on the hem of my apron and asked.

"Yeah. Precisely because we're making it in a cathedral orphanage, it's more like what we're all making that sells."

"What we're making?

"Yes. The most important thing about food is that you can eat with confidence. Everyone grows up in an orphanage with a cathedral, so cleanliness is customary."

Those in the diocese who serve near the goddess use more water than the general public. Then, the laundry is done.

"And it's too late to make it!

"Exactly."

And I taught you what to do when you go into the kitchen.

Washing your hands thoroughly, putting your hair together, wearing a triangular scarf, apron...... hygiene rules that were normal there will be special here.

"Hollow cookies, amber candy, molasses beans...... these three recipes are going to make a conditional stop in the cathedral"

"Your daughter? What does that mean?

"I think maybe the manipulative people will be out soon. But if you stop by the cathedral, you'll have it under control."

If you stop by the diocese, it belongs to the diocese...... no, it belongs to the Mother Goddess. The diocese will never allow anything of Mother Goddess's to be invaded.

"We'll talk to Lella later, so think about making it hard"

This kind of thing is an adult job.

(Though I look like the same child as everyone else!

"Hey, you guys, let's get to work."

When the lag shouts, the kids spine up like they're in the mood.

(You have the qualities of a leader in the rug)

It's in a completely different direction than His Highness, but I think it's the same thing that can excite everyone with that one voice.

I heard a cute little noise.

"... I'm hungry..."

With a tiny little voice, Faye shrugs as she grabbed my apron hem and wrapped it around her.

Was it caught, it sounded loud enough for everyone to hear at all.

"... rug?

"Uh, come to think of it, you're not having breakfast."

The sound of my stomach rings here.

"... Phee, can you do anything?

"Even if they say something..."

I can't do it right away, I say with a troubled face. Before and after the Founding Festival is a very busy time for the diocese. I guess the adults can't even take care of the orphanage.

Apparently, we're supposed to be sourcing our own meals.

"... I'll make it"

"Huh? Lady, can you cook too?

"Of course."

Leave it to me, I'll stretch my chest.

They're both on the same line in me, but thanks. Here, they recognize that making sweets and cooking is separate.

"Ingredients, not at all?

"It's the dishes that come up with something. Fee, Linary, can you help me?"

"Of course."

"Yes."

The risotto of grains full of large pans was made from the end of the leftover vegetables and the salted meat of the pigs.

We didn't leave a single grain of rice in the pan because everyone competed to replace it.