In My Previous Life I Was a Saint, but Now I Want to Cut Corners

When Dr. Paul headed to the cafeteria, he was idle because he was still early for lunch.

The students look around as rare as they've only ever seen a crowded cafeteria.

On the second floor of the cafeteria, I have entered a private room dedicated to the royal family that can only be accessed by a dedicated staircase, but I have never seen a cafeteria used by students in this way, as Lenalia is usually cooked by a dedicated cook in her own kitchen.

There are several long tables in the middle of the cafeteria, decorated with flowers at regular intervals.There is also a four-seated table by the wall, but the number is small.

Large windows have been opened, and a round table with four seats is placed on the terrace.

Beyond that is a flowerbed with four seasons of flowers, blindfolded by hedges and invisible.

There was a large counter at the kitchen border where students could have a daily lunch.

There is a large blackboard in front of the counter that lists the types of lunches that can be served.

You can choose between two kinds of breakfast, three kinds of lunch, and five kinds of dinner in the cafeteria. If you apply in advance, you can bring each tray home to eat.

Today's lunch consists of three types of sandwiches: white fish fritters, sautéed chicken, and eggs and bacon.

Everything looks fresh in Lenalia, which has never been in the dining room before.

Lenalia thought it might be fun to eat in the dining room once in a while.

"Now that you've lent me this corner, please wash your hands and sit down first."

The students who washed their hands in the sink in the corner of the cafeteria sat down with a tray.

On top of the tray is a deep plate of flour, a glass of water, and a small plate of butter and salt.

"Flour and water in that amount.Add a little salt.Like this. "

Dr. Paul, who was wearing his sleeves around, rolled the bread as he got used to it.

"Please be careful not to touch your hair, as butter makes your hands sticky."

Dr Paul, who mixed flour and water gently, sprinkled the butter in pieces and wrapped it in bread dough.

Lift the dough a few times along the way and drop the dough.

While doing so, the bread dough became harder and smoother.

"Perhaps the fact that magic can be activated but it can't be adjusted to the size you want is because you haven't mastered enough magic.As part of that practice, making bread is easy to understand.Yeah, I've made another discovery. "

That's how Dr. Paul lifts up the dough, looks at it carefully and smiles softly.

Well, let's all try it.

On Paul's signal, the students began to bread at once.

Lenalia was also a first time challenge and it was very fun.

"My bread is delicious."

Elma, who was helping her mother at home, bragged.I am accustomed to bread.

"Is it the same ingredient, tasty or bad?"

Eric, who quickly grasped the trick with his original dexterity, said astonished.

But Elma smiled at Eric with her nose.

"You're an idiot. When you rub it, it won't taste good unless you think it's delicious.You don't know?

"Oh, I don't think so."

Hmm. Then you can compare me and Eric to eating baked bread. "

"Elma's used to it, so I'm not good at it."

That's true.How about a match between Mr. Rose and Mr. Lance? "

"No, don't act like someone else all of a sudden...."

Regardless of Rose, Lance is an aristocrat.That's why, in the wind magic class, there's only two boys, but there's no interaction between Eric and Lance, the civilians.

Of course there shouldn't be any interaction between Elma and Lance, but since Lenalia, who is more bloody than anyone else, doesn't wear a cover, Elma also stopped acting crazy sometime.

"But it's gonna be practice, isn't it?If it comes to a match, you're serious. "

Elma is also worried that these two are still unable to extinguish the candle flame.

The two nobles don't seem to take bread very seriously, so they're going to help people.

"But who decides whether to win or lose?"

"Well...."

It was Elma who tried to keep going, but when I saw Lenalia scratching the dough very pleasantly, I thought this was it.

"Let Lenalia decide!

"Eh... Me?

Lenalia, whose name was called up and whose face was raised, leaned her neck properly.