Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Gift mochi bread to Master Calci with my strange ability to create bread. It's a round, powder-covered one. Well, palm-sized, tight colors. It's an appetizing color.

"Yeah, yeah, it's good"

"Really, that's good"

"By the way, what mechanism are you making bread with?

"I'm not sure."

"Are you uncomfortable with your physical condition or mental fatigue?

"Especially..."

The prince, who had flattened six mochi breads, wiped the mouth dough with a handkerchief, and put his arms together in front of his chest, and, yeah, yeah, he began to roar.

"Is it magic? Or special abilities."

"I'm just doing it right..."