Tatoeba Ore ga, Champion kara Oujo no Himo ni Job Change Shita to Shite.

--The inner hallway of the royal city.

A girl was walking.

Cover your hair and face with a sleek jacket hood so you don't touch people's eyes too quickly.

I didn't do anything bad or work from now on.

If I was asked if there was any backlash, I could not say that there were no shards.

I just didn't want people to see my face anymore or less.

Not many guards visit this inner hallway.

There is not much reason to put soldiers in the corridor where the various rooms for servants are lined up, and there is not much important stuff to pick up.

In addition, this is inside the Imperial Castle. I'll deploy them outside, not to mention placing soldiers around here.

And the "chamberlains" of this time are busy performing their duties without returning to their places of residence.

For these reasons, she was able to go down the hallway without touching people's eyes.

Her face looks like she noticed something.

Sweet scent that tickles your nasal cavity.

Oil and milk, sugar and flour.

I saw signs of ingredients leading to her favorite confectionery and tilted her head.

It smells like baking sweets.

Probably a kitchen for servants.

There is no denying the possibility of taking baked goods somewhere from there - it should be a good idea to estimate it a little lower.

If it is offered to the nobles of the royal family, it will not be made in the kitchen of this parcel.

One break for the Chamberlain is not long enough to make sweets for the lunch break.

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Considering that the face she saw was the most likely to be in the kitchen, she sighed annoying.

Originally, I wanted to see that face today.

The thick book she held with both hands is sandwiched by a number of barrels.

The purpose now is to push this onto the face you know and return to your home.

You can leave it in the room, but he knows that the time has come to make a promise to himself.

If so, this smell...

She lowers her mouth uncomfortably and goes early.

Beyond that is a kitchen for servants.

I have no choice but to leave my book in my room. But to avoid that, it is quite likely that a "witch" has been placed in the room.

Better face to face with the destination of the book, or face to face with the "witch" who tries to retain himself.

I didn't have to think about it.

"... what are you doing?"

And should I say yes?

The person he was looking for and expecting was brilliantly working on confectionery making in a kitchen for servants.

He just took the baked cake out of the kiln and put the kiln dish on the cooking table.

Long and thin enough to look up. An individualistic look that lacks charm. Hair that has not been cured.

The phase hasn't changed, it's incredibly immaculate.

"Oh, pasta. Perfect."

"What's just right? I'll leave what I give you here."

Place a lot of dusty books on top of one of the countertops.

If you were a witch here, you'd get annoying reprimands, but it's easy because you're not here.

Just telling her that and turning her back to the kitchen, she sounds like she deserves it.

Wait, wait, wait.

"... what?

"Do you look so disgusted?

"If you know what I mean, why don't you send me out?

"I have no reason to care about you."

Ah, so...

Hmm, snorting, leaning against the cooking table.

He put his arms together and then removed the hood of the jacket, which interfered with his vision.

Shake your face gently to prevent long red hair from coming into your eyes.

"So?"

"Well, if you look at it, you'll see. That's what I'm talking about."

"There's no reason to care about you."

I see.

each other.

The tone of voice is as if it were a word for itself. There is a lack of compassion for the other person, and the intention to "I don't care what this guy thinks" is clear.

Pasta thought it would be easier if it was about that kind of relationship. However, when she saw the kiln dish at Huta's hand, her expression was distorted unpleasantly.

"Well, I just saw it. I made a cupcake. Why don't you try it?

"... chi"

Cupcakes.

--I thought so.

The man in front of me knew his favorite food and knew that he would meet him from now on.

The flour and sugar that smells there. Rather, there is no reason not to look at it.

But I couldn't resist being irritated.

"What are you doing lately?

"What happened?

"What happened...?!

It's been a while since I thought about it.

I took the witch and prepared pasta pomodoro at the place where I called him.

At that time, I was forced to put a piece in thanks to Luli.

But not this time.

"Pasta Pomodoro, cupcakes. Are you flattered?

"There's no reason to flatter you."

"Then why bother cupcakes? There are many other things."

"Corona just told me a few things for beginners. If you happen to be here, there's no reason why you shouldn't."

…………

There is no reason not to choose.

His words seem reasonable at first sight.

It's just that if it's close, we'll go through with it.

After all, the man in front of me is just a business relationship. It is divided into no more and no less.

Baked goods are Futa's private.

There's no room for me to get in there.

"Unfortunately, I like cupcakes in my favorite shop, and I don't like cupcakes themselves."

……

"You and I aren't that close. You said that the other day...."

Pasta tells her to throw a white gaze at her.

"... if you feel thankful for that, your neck won't turn."

"Because I'm not a saint, I only do this to people I'm close to."

"Don't you think I'm close to you?

I see.

Pasta behavior that prevents favoritism.

However, for some reason, Futa looked like she was not shocked at all.

That, too frustrating.

That's right.

"Well, that's it. My cupcake tongue is getting fat, please give me a little impression, Mr. Laboratory Table."

………………

All he said was the name of the cause.

It doesn't seem to hurt or itch when I stare at it with my half-eye.

It's a bright building. However, even if you know it, it works.

The snuggled pasta grabbed a cake from his kiln dish.

"I'm telling you, you and I don't really change our taste."

"I know. But look, the quality of what you've eaten is different."

Pasta with a glance at the cupcake you have.

Yes, it is.

Surprisingly, the fouta and pasta were consistent in terms of food preferences.

I wonder if the taste sensitivity is similar. It's no trouble choosing what to eat during a lesson.

That's why I wanted you to say there's no test bench or shit.

Indeed, since I became president of the Chamber of Commerce, I have eaten all the good stuff.

As far as cupcakes are concerned, the tongue is certainly fatter than the fouta. That's for sure.

A small mouth bites violently into a large cupcake that is as big as her fist.

"... what do you think?

As she chewed, she sighed annoyed.

Looking at the large cupcake with bite marks, shake your neck.

"It's powdery and tasty. You used to come out to people like this."

"What? I should have made it on the recipe."

"Then it's a bad recipe."

"You're lacking what I say"

Um...

Corona's recipe must have been criticized, and Huta reacted easily.

Pasta laughs at him like that to clear his anger.

"The recipe is... It's just a process."

"The ingredients were written on it."

"You're an idiot. Of course... no. Why is that process necessary? If you don't know that, you'll only know the surface, and you'll be able to make a deteriorated disturbance. Most of the time, I couldn't turn off the flour when I mixed it."

"Oh, oh..."

Futa answers vaguely whether she has an idea or not.

Cooking and making sweets are separate things, but you probably don't even know that.

That being said, there is no reason to go so far.

With the narrative of the sermon, he proceeded with one mouth and one mouth, and eventually ate it all up, and the pasta shook his head as if stunned.

I'm glad you're on the test bench.

"Pasta"

"What?"

When she gently wiped her mouth with her fingertips, Futa thought, "Why did you eat it all?"

I thought it was a hoax and asked.

"If it tastes good, will you eat it again?

"I'm not going to get used to you. It's all I got."

Hmm, now it's time for pasta to turn away.

"- Don't try to get used to him before you regret it."

At the end, she tells her, puts on her hood again and turns her heel back.

When she left, she pointed to the book she had brought. I told you to think about your job because it's good.

Alright, she left the room almost at the same time as Futa murmured.

All that was left was a lid and a couple of cupcakes.

"I made it like a recipe, and it was a mess."

Mumble, and rodentize yourself. On a handmade cupcake with a huge mouth that was unparalleled to hers - Futa distorted her expression.

"What the hell is this?"

Not very well.

The taste was so bad that I couldn't think of eating the whole thing.