Level 99 Villainous Daughter

I want to go to the convenience store.

I can't go to high school jerseys without dumping garbage. I would like to change my pants, weave a cardigan on top and walk to the convenience store.

I want to walk through a residential neighborhood with no children at night and go to a convenience store full of lights.

I want to go through the automatic door while listening to the melody that keeps my head away.

I want to stop looking at the night shift clerk who seems to be in trouble.

I want to take the basket and go to the rear side of the lunch box and paper pack beverage corner. I want to buy convenience store sweets.

I want to worry about what to do. I want to reach out to the limited-time roll cake. I want to go into the long term study again. Although the roll cake is good, Mont Blanc... as for the raw cream system... I want to be royal in the sweet corner while thinking...

Ultimately, I want to choose a luxurious pudding. I don't want to put the one with the cream on it in the basket.

I want to go to the cash register without worrying about the paper pack of tea. I want to move my feet and hands and buy long chocolate sweets and melon bread that I didn't plan to buy.

While the clerk is playing the cash register, I want to gaze at the hot snack. I want to stare at only one chicken left behind because it's a time when people don't come. But I'm sorry that I bought so many things that I can't take you home... and I want to apologize to Chicken in my heart. And I want to encourage good people to buy it before it is disposed of.

I want to make my checkout smart with an IC card. I would like to show the cards I have left out of my wallet, declare them as grand as card battles, and move them to a designated place.

I want to receive the bag, thank you, and pop out of the store with freshness.

"Uh, I miss pudding."

This is a world without convenience stores. The so-called other world.

I was reborn from another world and was thrown into a different place with different culture and culture, but I was not very dissatisfied. If I didn't have an environment where I could use my aristocratic status and magic equipment, I think it would be different again.

Dolkness Mansion. I'm not very sleepy and I'm up till late at night.

In a dark room, I sat on the bed.

As I got hungry, my memories of convenience stores in Japan from the previous life flashed back.

I want to eat pudding violently now. Pudding Pudding. I miss pudding. I want to be reunited with my lover.

In my previous life, my lover couldn't make it to the end... perhaps because of the pudding. No, it's a lie.

It is not wise to think spiritually about things that are not available. Let's forget about Pudding. He's an old man.

I heard footsteps as I struggled to erase the pudding from my memory. Walking sounds are heard in the quiet evening hall.

The footsteps stopped in front of my room, followed by knocking and slowly opening the door without waiting for a reply.

"Yu, Yumeela-san...? Are you already asleep?

"It's unusual at a time like this. What's the matter with you?

Eleanora peeked through the door. I've never seen a healthy girl happen at a time like this.

When I know what's going on, Eleanora enters the room with a reassuring expression.

I couldn't sleep anymore.

"Too much nap?

If I hear that I can't sleep, I suspect that I have insomnia caused by trouble or stress, but it is not limited to Eleanora.

She walked carefully in the dark and sat next to me on the bed. Then I swell my cheeks and say.

"I'm not a kid enough to take a nap."

"That said, you went to the church today to help."

On my behalf, Eleanora frequents churches in the city of Dolkness.

I remember. She went out first this afternoon and came home in the evening.

If she is not taking a nap, what is the cause of her inability to sleep? No way. What's the trouble? What happened at the church?

"By the way, what did you do in church today?

"As soon as I arrived, lunch was over, so I helped you with the laundry. I'm in charge of wooden dishes."

Why don't you break the dishes as soon as you hear about the laundry? It almost caught my mouth, but the measures over there were perfect.

Instead of helping her, there are frequent episodes of extra work. But, well, I'm the lord, and I'm the church that takes care of the unaccompanied children, so it's a good couple, right? Eleanora seems to be playing a full role, as requests for support that have not been forthcoming before come.

"Wooden dishes can cause mold if they don't dry properly. It's an important job."

"Ah! I heard the same thing over there."

"... you're used to it too. And then what?

"It was time for the little ones to take a nap, and I was the sleeper. So... so..."

Eleanora twisted her neck and cut off the conversation. Did something bad happen after that? So you couldn't sleep?

If she doesn't want to say it, maybe we should ask her out.

When I was lost, Eleanora continued.

"Put the little ones to bed, and when you find out...."

"What if you notice?

"When I found out, it was evening. I was alone in that room."

... you're falling asleep. Even after all the kids wake up, it's nice.

She continues as she decides whether to point out the facts or not.

"So I decided to go home in the evening. Lili-chan wiped my mouth before I left."

... who are you? Who was dripping?

Imagine onee-san Lili wiping Eleanora's mouth.

Lili-chan, you're a solid person.

"That's not true. Lili-chan is weak and crying a lot... but she's a very sweet kid. Everyone loves Lili, and she's like everybody's sister."

Doesn't everybody's sister treat you like a sister? You all right? You all right?

Aside from the fact that Eleanora was being taken care of by young children, I'm glad she wasn't sleepy or anything.

If you look next to him, the blonde hair with the waves comes into view. It's as beautiful as a pudding...

"Oh, I remember."

"What's going on?

I can't believe I looked at Eleanora's hair and remembered the pudding I'd forgotten.

In this world, there is no pudding in this cultural area. There may be a lot to look for around the world.

Explain the word pudding in other words to her who will not know it.

"I remember my old lover. I want to see you again...."

"Eh... eh!!

"It's night. Be quiet."

"I'm sorry, I knew Yumiera was a good friend of Patrick's. Does it mean... you still like him?

"I like it. I still love you."

Eleanora was surprised and almost shouted again, holding her mouth to herself. And I said with a louder voice than I needed.

"You have Patrick now, don't you? I can't believe I'm going to love you both at the same time...."

"I like Patrick now. I'll never see him again."

"Perhaps that person is already...."

"Yes, far away."

By the way, it wasn't Pudding who went far away, it was me.

Eleanora clearly has a sad imagination. Though it is a total mistake, it is asexual fun to think of it as a magnificent love experience ant.

"Well, an old lover is food."

It's funny to compare Patrick to Pudding. Which one do you like... which one? Patrick isn't sweet and smooth.

If he becomes a pudding, everything will be fine. For my happiness, I must transform Patrick into a pudding.

Even without consciousness, happiness is built on the misfortunes of others. Huh? People are professional creatures.

... no. Is there no need for Patrick to be a pudding?

Occasionally, very rarely, my thinking circuit runs in a slightly strange direction. Patrick or Pudding, which is important? Because I started thinking from places like this, I became like a magician or a demon who turned people into sweets.

Of course, the ingredients for pudding are eggs, not humans. Eggs and... milk? There seems to be sugar in the rest. The raw materials themselves are also normally found in this world...

"Just make it! Master Eleanora, I'll make a pudding.... Master Eleanora?

That said, Eleanora hasn't said a word about her old boyfriend since she threw up. Maybe you're mad at me for making up a sad past?

If you look next to her, Eleanora has fallen to her bed and is breathing.

I had a normal conversation just now, but I fell asleep without any signs of utterance.

Hmm.... Didn't you take a nap?

It's bad to wake you up sleeping happily, so why don't you take it to your room? I gently lift her up with both hands.

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And the next day.

I was in the kitchen to make pudding.

"Master, I'm here! It's an emergency!

"Hide the ingredients! And hide the knife! All the ingredients and blades will be destroyed!

This is a conversation between Mr. Cook, who works in this mansion, and his apprentice. As soon as you look at me, this is it.

It seemed like they were used to training several times... No, they finished evacuating the ingredients at a speed that really seemed to train me, and they blocked the entrance without letting me in the kitchen.

"What can I do for you? Yumeela-sama is prohibited from entering the room. I'll call Patrick if I can't get in."

"... I just wanted to thank you for everything. Thank you for a delicious meal every day."

"I'm sorry I overreacted. As long as you praise your husband."

He starts his head off with an out-of-the-box look.

Negotiators as good as me don't get to the point all of a sudden. Let's start with a friendly conversation. The timing is... here!

That's where we talked...

"No."

"... oh, yeah."

It wasn't here. Was the timing wrong or was it impossible to negotiate?

Ah, I really wanted to make a pudding.

Again, it may be the first time you have used knowledge from previous generations beyond level up. You may think you can use your head a little more, but it is difficult to use the knowledge acquired in modern Japan unexpectedly.

I think that mathematics and other disciplines were more advanced in the previous life with supercomputers and so on. However, as much as I know about math II and B, scholars in this world also use it as a matter of course.

The product is not going to work either. There are similar products or they are not developable for a variety of reasons.

There was also a reason why the culture of this world should not be adversely affected... but the world will not change as much as pudding.

However, the world will remain unchanged, and the confectionery industry will continue to experience a severe earthquake.

The day will soon come when I will become a first-class pastry chef and open a very popular pastry cherry.

By the way, pastry chefs are Western confectionery makers, and pastry chefs are Western confectionery makers.

The word patisserie has come to me recently. I heard Rita say, "No, you're a pastry chef if you say so."

I regret losing with the power of a woman. When I heard a word I didn't know, I thought I'd make the habit of studying it in small groups.

Now, I have to make pudding in order to write a book called "Sweet Love of the World ~ Fear it, a roll of stupid Dead Ghost Edition that dyes the battlefield red".

Do you want me to break into the kitchen? But I can see Patrick getting really angry when he calls me. Since eating my cooking and sleeping for three days, Patrick has been very hard on cooking-related events.

"Please, I really need something to eat."

"We'll make it! Yumeera, please don't do anything."

"You don't even know what pudding is, do you? I want to make things that don't exist in this world."

"The stew I made before was something that shouldn't exist in this world."

The question was not clear, and I was told that Yumiera stew was bad.

I'm the only one who knows how to make pudding... oh, yeah. Should I tell the recipe verbally and have it made?

He also makes sweets from time to time, so if he knows how to make them, he should also finish the pudding.

"Okay, I won't do anything. I'll teach you the recipe, so I want you to make it. Please."

"Well... I'll do as much as I want. Was that a pudding? What does it look like?

"Pudding is made of eggs, milk and... sugar, and we mix everything first."

"Can't you put flour in it?

"I don't think so..."

I suppose you're imagining cookie dough. But I've never seen a powdery pudding before, so it shouldn't contain flour. I don't think so...

"It's a simple ingredient. What about after mixing?

"... bake?

Is that it? I've been making pudding in the spirit that I can do with the flow at first, but is that what you're baking? I have an image of using the oven... but what do you think?

I'm sure you're adding heat to solidify it. I don't mean to boil it... but is it baking it...?

"That way, you can make a sweet scrambled egg."

"What?... I'm not frying it, it's in shape. Looks like this. Do I put it in a cup or something before it hardens?

"Like an omelet?

"What? No, no... more like this, you know?"

The clouds are getting suspicious after all. It feels like a scrambled egg or an omelet when I bake it.

So how's the pudding holding up? Are you forced to mold with chemicals or something? Oh, gelatin or something?

I can't believe the pudding was so mysterious. I wonder whether the raw materials are suitable.

So there was a light in the desperate situation. The apprentice opens his mouth modestly.

"Um, maybe it's Friedug?

"Friedug?"

"It's a local dish eaten in the north. It's a sweet egg dish, baking it and turning it around to make a shape."

"That's it!"

Set the friedag in your brain to automatically translate with pudding.

I see. You're turning it while you bake it? Hmm. Is there any pudding in this world anymore? It's not a rare ingredient, so I hope it spreads in the Kingdom of Dolkness.

Master also seemed to be aware of the northern local cuisine pudding, and promised to serve it even in the morning.

I thanked him many times and looked forward to breakfast tomorrow.

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"Egg grilled!

Yes, it was egg grilled. You remember your high school lunch.

It's sweet and delicious. However, I felt uncomfortable getting the knife and fork out. An official dish for eating egg grilled is cheap plastic chopsticks.

Ok, egg grill. I thought you could eat pudding.

We continued to revise the intracerebral dictionary yesterday. Change the automatic conversion of fried dough from pudding to egg baking.

"Egg grill. I've heard of the name, but I ate it for the first time. It is good that the flavour has already arrived. If it's this sweet, I can forgive it if I eat it."

"I love this! Do you call it egg grilling?

Patrick, Eleanora seemed to be popular with both names.

But I was wrapped in grief. After all, my mother told me that the snack was pudding, and if the egg bake came out, there would be a riot. My brothers and sisters are going to join forces and make it resistant.

"Doesn't Yumiera suit you very well?

"Yeah, it's delicious. It's delicious, and I think it's delicious to have a full-bodied snack."

I answer Patrick powerlessly.

Since then, egg grill has appeared in our breakfast. It also responds to the request that I prefer a little bit, and I get a little bit more.

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Talk about it later. This "I prefer to eat" information is a negative legacy.

I came up with the idea of "steam in a cup", which would almost be the right way to make pudding, and I decided to have it made. Remove the word "sweet and cold".

It came out of a hot steamed teacup. The subtle sweetness of the egg matches the taste of the soup stock very well. It contains carefully shiitake mushrooms and ginkgo beans.

I like the steamed ginkgo noodles a lot.... hah, it's steamed teacup.

I had a hard time getting the right stock. I wondered if I could put in the ingredients, and it was as delicious as I thought.

Mr. Cook and his disciples talked with a smile. I couldn't say "not this" even if my mouth was ripped open.

Oh, I miss pudding.