The Most Heretical Last Boss Queen Who Will Become the Source of Tragedy Will Devote Herself for the Sake of the People

"Hey... we're... eating Master Pride's handmade right now...?

Arthur whined incredibly as he sipped the cake. The texture of the uniquely handmade soft fabric and the smell of fluffiness and tea unwittingly immerse me in the finish.

"Oh,... and so much.... It's a luxury to think you've been waved for this small number of people.

Plate in one hand and look around. Considering that I made all the various types and quantities in front of me with pride and tiara, the amount of work would have been considerable as well. And only the ten of us here even if we put our pride in it got it.

"That's awesome, Master Pride... You're so good in just three years...

"Besides, it's all just my first taste.

I've never eaten at any party, and a grunting style flaunts the dough with one hand and another cheek. Over and over again I tasted the elasticity and melting sweetness as I chewed it out in my mouth.

"You,... you just took something I've never seen in particular...

Seeing, the plates also lined with miso dough and calves next to them. Style is not aware that it has become a complete summation.

"A corner would make you want something novel.... Though I think you're taking it too far.

"I wonder how it tastes different.

Arthur cheeks one pound cake after another from his plate as he talks about it. A small pile was made at first because of the pound cake, which was of several kinds, and served on two plates at a time.

"Eat and see, too.

They stick dishes out to Arthur, who's finished eating all kinds. While stabbing the top pound cake with a fork, he silently stuck out a plate of Japanese sweets on Arthur himself. I would never do it because of a violation of manners in my normal social circle, but my shoulder strength naturally slips out that this guest would be otherwise good today.

At the same time Arthur received a piece of the mistletoe dough, and Style carried the pound cake into his mouth.

"... so delicious.... but somethin 'like that...

As he rounded his eyes to more elasticity than expected, he further wore the second one that Arthur stabbed on the skewer.

"... yummy. Is it mixed with a lot of fabric... Is this... fruit?

I also recommend Arthur to the style who asks if I can pick the others one bite at a time. Instead I got one of the calves from the steer.

"Arthur, stay. Could it fit your mouth...?

They both look back at that voice in a slightly more modest way than usual. Seeing it, he was walking over laughing like his pride lit up alongside a full smile tiara.

It's delicious, it's amazing delicious, and Style and Arthur's words jumped right out and overlapped.

"Pfft... that's good. I still have staples, but do I think I can eat them? You don't even have a stomach?

Laughing relieved, they both nodded over and over to the pride of twisting their necks: "I'll eat!" He raised his voice.

"Dear brother, Arthur. Then eat this one too! It's a recommendation from your sister.

I watched them react happily as Tiara showed them a plate of pride. "We react with great momentum to the word" from pride, "staring at the plate of pride between us.

"Yeah,... Tiara and I definitely want you to eat.

... It kind of stinks.

Laughing unintentionally, I looked back at the two of them.

I liked to make more than one serving on a plate in my previous life, melon bread. I make it petite, not large, which was mainstream in my previous life to make it easier for everyone to eat, but I liked this because it was easy to eat. Besides, it was also one of the few prides for me that lived plain because I was quite surprised to say "I can make melon bread" in my previous life.... Well, it's a simple melon bread from a recipe that was on the net.

"Because I failed before when I made it for Chancellor Gilbert's party.

I laugh unexpectedly when I say it myself.

At that time, liquefaction and carbide completely did not have the melon bread mesh lettering either. If you look at the two of them, that time...! and his eyes spoke strangely.

"That's why I want you to eat. Because this time, I did it right.

I think I was able to do it properly on a different level from the last one. I'm glad I was able to get revenge on the three of us now for something I couldn't treat you to back then, and I laugh before you accidentally ate me.

"This party is for everyone who's taken care of us. This is the most special because I wanted Steele, Arthur and Tiara to eat and make it.... because all three of us worried a lot this time and helped us.

I'm a little embarrassed myself from the way I said it, and laughed but accidentally strayed from my hot face. It's supposed to be out of sight, but the gaze of Style and Arthur pierces me tremendously. I don't know what to do, I can't get back on my feet if I say so far and they say, "No, the bread I used to carbide is a little..."

Then Tiara reached for my plate all the time. I picked the melon bread with my thin fingers and opened my little mouth wide, pacli and I split it into two parts and wore half of it. Tiara also said she wanted to look forward to it until we all ate, leaving the taste of dessert to me alone.

Hmmm...! and loosened his cheeks as he moved his mouth. It makes my eyes shine when I swallow it as it is.

"Wow! It's delicious, sister."

Praised with a jumping voice, that's all my mind comes to mind. Tiara, who didn't flatter me but really looked delicious, cheeked the other half into three bites as it was. Mm-hmm! and makes me very happy with Tiara breaking my cheek again.

Arthur and Style, who for some reason blushed slightly, reached for my plate so that Tiara could catch me like that.

As soon as... Tiara broke in between and stopped.

It was time for the two of them ~ to sneak in between their stretched hands and my plate and gently retrieve my plate with another pranky grin from earlier. Two plates in both hands with Tiara for herself and my plate. I'm in a two-handed, empty-handed, shabby state.

"Sister. It's a corner, and why don't you feed your brother and Arthur?

Behold, Style and Arthur raised their voices at the same time. My face is redder than it was just now without a heart. I was worried that even the dough stuck me in my throat for a moment.

"Because it's a treat that your sister worked so hard to make. I'm sure that would be much nicer and more special!

Tiara laughs at me in total disregard of their gaze.

Sure, it's all kinds of special thoughtful melon bread for me, but from the two of us, it's one of those amateur creative treats that's no different for the rest of us. If you want to sue me for being special with a proper meaning of gratitude, maybe that's it.

Nod gently and give it back to Tiara. Pick up one of the inside that was on the plate as it was, and gently stick it out to Arthur in front of you first.

"Yes, Arthur.