If It’s for My Daughter, I’d Even Defeat a Demon Lord (WN)

Mix the yeast made of fruit with the powder and wait further for fermentation.

It's a process that takes days depending on the state, but it doesn't rush to ruin everything.

"I hope it works..."

Latina can handle both increasing and lowering temperatures with the magic of each of the Heavenly and Underworld attributes. Latina spent all of her abilities on this task.

As such, the dietary situation was so pressing that there was too little to do and every day was tough.

After a few days, Latina danced a dance of joy when she saw the bread breed swell in safely. As usual, she had no sense of rhythm.

Fermentation seemed weaker than the yeast made in Kreutz. You can't even see the fruits that are available in Kreutz as a matter of course, or in Vasuilio. Flour is also the same, and using different ingredients greatly reduces the success rate of cooking.

"But it's bloated properly... and it's fermented, so I don't know what's going on"

Whimpering, mix powder and bread seeds together.

Add honey to strengthen weak fermentation, and salt as you recall the recipe.

"Uh-huh. ♪ Uh-huh."

Mix. I enjoy the feeling that the sticky ingredients come together as I mix. I accidentally got a nose song.

Round it up then and sprinkle with a wet cloth to keep it dry. In Vasilio, where temperatures were high, it seemed that adequate temperatures could be maintained even at room temperature, and Latina decided to see how things were going.

In the meantime, I pulled out a thick pan with a stare on it when polishing the pan. The downworkers working in the cooking area look like they don't know how to be good for Latina's behavior, but Latina pushed through with a gesture that she didn't notice it.

"Making it from a baking kettle is just what I can't..."

Latina has a little more to herself, because there are no samurai or servants who treat her as a 'princess' who speak intimately. Sylvia and Rose are busy, so there's no reason to let their boredom hang out with them all the time. Latina had a much limited number of conversationalists today.

If you really need a baking kettle, like Latina, if you ask around Dale without a decent job at the moment, it may not be impossible. Unfortunately, however, Latina did not know the detailed design of the baking kettle.

For this reason, fabrics that have fermented brilliantly and become several times the size are divided into equal portions without complicated molding, and each is kept in a circle. arranged equally spaced in the pan.

"Cover it... I'll cook it carefully after..."

Kitchens without magic props like Larbando are difficult to handle on their own.

There wasn't even a decent, decent kitchen in Vassilio.

When it comes to cooking, it is a division of labor based on magical attributes, such as those with the 'fire' attribute doing heated cooking and those with the 'water' attribute filling water bottles side by side.

That is also to say that it is greater in terms of being assigned to this occasion because it has the magical aptitude of the 'fire' attribute rather than working in the cooking area because it has the skill of cooking.

In Vasilio, the people of the city well did not cook in each household, but used processed foods to eat. That, too, affects the environment of the land. In this land with no forests or forests nearby, if we live in the same way as the human race, we will also lack the firewood to fuel us. In Vasilio, the cheapest, most stable 'fuel' is' magic '.

For latinas that do not have the 'fire' attribute, even heating cooking was unacceptable. When I made the crepes the other day, I caught the demon clan working in unquestionable momentum, but this time I want to cook it carefully on low heat. I feel a little sorry for detaining others for a long time.

But Latina didn't give up that much.

"Vint, can you?

"Mmm..."

We have assembled the faithful wok here.

In "The Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion," I didn't care anymore, even though it was basically a latina in the stance of not being able to play Vint in the kitchen.

"My boy doesn't know much about the magic of fire."

Hagel puts a help ship in Vint's rare appearance.

"Were you?

"If it's" Kai "Maho, go"

"'Wind' magic isn't like that, but 'Fire' doesn't seem to be able to control it in detail."

"Doe, do. I can."

"You can't do that..."

To Latina with a troubled face, Hagel suggests nothing.

"I'll take care of it."

The tail, both father and son, was full of shaking.

"Thanks"

My tail rocks even harder at the expectation that Latina, who smiled, would stroke me full. Wherever I saw it, I was waiting to be praised.

And the most rare bread, baked by the phantom beast, prepared by Latina, was completed.

Open the lid, and the grilled bread reveals itself. The smell of hot water and fragrance drifted late.

Because I don't use wheat, the aroma is slightly different from what I thought. Still, it looked better than I thought.

"In the meantime, taste…"

Remove the hot bread, taking care of the burns. A little stiff to cut a thousand by hand. Cut out a slice with a knife and carry it to your mouth.

"Hmm..."

Bite both of them properly. It was more of a dusty, weighty fabric than I expected. It feels a little strange because the smell of yeast has never been smelled.

Apply a little more of the cow cheese Sylvia got. It quickly dissolved in hot bread and disappeared to be inhaled.

"Bread, huh......"

I wept.

I deplored the importance of the staple food.

"Because the powder is different... maybe if it cools it will harden and you won't be able to eat it..."

To think of it, Latina couldn't be there or not.

He held the baked bread and ran to Dale and his best friend.

After all, it was only an odd behavior for those who worked underneath.

And for the record, a strange melody of tunes became popular during the demonic descent after this, as the 'culture of the human race'. The cause is obvious. But even more so, Dale said,

(I'm not having a problem with Latina... is the Demon tribe's sense of rhythm unique...)

He made the mistake of being rude. From his thoughts, there was no such thing as glaros (the player he had met before).

The pan-filled bread disappeared with momentum beyond expectations.

Because the usual act of "chewing on staple foods" had become an unusual situation, we were obsessed with the feeling for the first time in a long time.

"That's amazing, Latina... I'm gonna make it..."

"The bread is delicious..."

"True, it's been a long time... here's the thing..."

"Do you want to try it as a sandwich, or what?

"... I don't have the tools to pinch it..."

"I think you'd better come hunting for something yourself..."

Cow cheese and honey alone were sufficient 'treats'. It is not a metaphor, but a feeling that cannot be done if you look back at your daily diet.

I was obsessed, but therefore Latina finally realized at this time that she had made a big mistake.

I can also say that I got hungry and was able to finally point my consciousness at it.

"I've used all the yeast!

The bread seeds were used up as well.

In order to make bread again, the same process is repeated from the beginning. The boulder latina was also visibly dented. In order to mouth the bread again, it is necessary to go through a process in several days.

"... Kreutz, I'm going home..."

It was the first moment when a genuine 'want to go home' leaked from Latina.

After listening to a series of stories, Kenneth saw Latina with a subtle face.

Once again, she is obsessed with the task of putting jams on bread.

If you think sticking to the jam is also because the sweetheart Latina was forced to sweeten up, you are filled with unsympathetic, uncut sentiments.

Kennis turned his back on the two once, made a quick dish and gently offered it before Latina.

"Wow."

Latina makes me cheer than I thought.

She loves omelettes that are made from fresh eggs and milk and baked fluffy with plenty of cow butter.

"Delicious... Eggs delicious..."

"Good for you."

Latina cheeked the omelet with a smile of happiness itself, and Dale, who sees it, also had a very happy face.

He is the sister princess of an unknown nation and a hero on a global scale.

The dining table that those two delightfully surround is lined with very ordinary 'dishes of course'.

Kenneth was in a kind of a tearful mood before rejoicing in the fact that he would be happy with what he made.

After that day, it was Kenneth's whispering concern that the "Tiger Cat Pavilion" table would always be accompanied by Latina and Dale's favorites for some time.