Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

In two more days, St. Sisl's Day in August.

It will be Alan's birthday.

In this world, there is no custom to celebrate birthdays as grandiose as every year.

At the age of three, seven and sixteen, adults of the milestone, they also celebrate by distributing behavioral liquor under the castle, but the rest is qualitative.

If you think about it, you should.

Compared to the medieval European world of previous life, the situation is appallingly bad, but there are neither foodstuffs nor other frozen products out there. Make it raw. Make it clothes. You can't always buy what you want when you go to the store.

Clothes are basically bespoke or self-made. For this reason, it is common sense for ordinary women to be able to sew their own and their families' clothes.

Because of that circumstance, I am told to secretly congratulate only my family on my birthday each year, and only get gifts from my parents.

But not millionaires and nobles.

Sometimes a person who wants to make a connection makes a gift on their child's birthday, or, if they are old enough, on their birthday.

By the way, at the Evrard Borderline House, we give gifts only in our bodies to strands and qualities, and dine a little extravagant. I guess this is sometimes because the kid is Alan alone.

Alan's seventeenth birthday is approaching like that.

But my parents, Uncle and Mrs. Borderline, are under a distant sky. No. Is this way under a distant sky?

So Mrs. Beatrice's request for Alan's birthday was followed by a letter.

They want Alan to have something sweet somewhere in the place to stay, even from late birthdays. Military funds for that were also in the envelope.

Actually, Alan, he can be someone who likes cool cakes and sweet things.

So Mrs. Beatrice used to let the cook bake the cake every year, too, because she can't afford to do that this year. Seems like you want me to buy and give you something there as a gift from the couple.

After also considering that the ingredients used to make the cake were depleted during the war, I guess I came to the decision that anything sweet would be fine.

You really wanted to send it from Evrard.

Given that if both Reggie and Uncle Vain had died, it would not have been the other way around, it makes me feel dusty watching, like a mother breaking my heart about her son.

But I can't let the conductor have the raw stuff, so he asked me to do it relatively sparingly.

In fact, I have more spare time than the others.

Since it's a physical battle, the soldiers and Reggies seem to need to be trained not to lose strength, but not so much for me.

Little is involved in the operation of the army either.

Unless it's a massive battle or a renovation of a fort or something, you can't have me in a rare job category that can only move with escort, and as a result, I'll have to play with my master adulterously or act alone.

So there's no way I'm going to go buy sweetness.

And since the Marquis Sowen territory hasn't been razed by the town, distribution of supplies is the only thing I'm supposed to be uncomfortable with, but some things are likely to be procured.

I didn't see the poverty that yesterday's dinner and breakfast also had fruits, and the contents of the dishes were during the war.

Then you'll be able to buy cake ingredients.

The problem is with people getting baked.

The cooks in the hall will have a hard time eating because a large number of people pushed at once. In the meantime, I can ask you to make a cake.

"If you have time... bake it"

"What do you do?

"On behalf of Master Beatrice, I thought I'd bake the cake. Something simple."

Pound cake would make it.

When I said I was going to make the cake, Mr. Cain looked surprised.

"I thought it was unusual. I've never seen Mr. Chiara do anything like a common woman."

"Ah... so is that"

Noble ladies don't make sweets or anything.

It is noble status not to labor. Using people is respected. So if your lady were to do something productive, it would be about embroidery and knitting.

Cooking, etc., outside.

Although I was temporarily a former countess, I guess Mr. Cain wondered.

Even Evrar had helped peel potatoes and stuff when he seemed busy, but he was sneaking off when no one was looking at that either. Mrs. Beatrice seems to forgive me, but because someone hears that Mrs. Beatrice's maid cooks and I have trouble getting Mrs. Beatrice to say it badly.

I had stopped talking to the cooks, and it was what I asked Alan, who I had witnessed, not to tell.

Alan says, "My mother's samurai even does the knight's imitation. How about cooking now? I was told."

Besides, I've made sweets before in my life, too.

Family medicine time or something. Like to bring sweets to Valentine's Day with friends.

I had seen Evrard's cook make it, so I knew how to handle some cooking tools.

"But why don't you ask the Marquis Sowen cook?

"I'd like to do that if I could, but I've been calling in a lot of places, and there's even a customer who doesn't feel comfortable being a prince, so I was wondering if I'd get more extra work. However, there may be times when you don't like other people coming in, so I'll ask you for once."

When I communicate my concerns, Mr. Cain takes me to the conference room where he was earlier saying, "Well, then."

Dispatch, Marquis Sowen was just coming out of the hallway. When Mr. Cain approached the Marquis, he spoke softly.

"Marquis, I need to talk to you."

The Marquis of Sowen looked at Mr. Cain and me and understood that he wanted to use the cooking area, although he only looked a little for a moment. It feels like you're free to ask the cook or make your own.

I just got a weird look at the story about me making it that I was seriously willing to do that.

Marquis Thorwen is a biological nobleman, so you thought it was weird for a woman in her capacity to cook. It's just that I'm in a slightly off-track position from human society, a mage, so maybe I didn't say anything.

So I decided to go buy the ingredients first.

I asked Mr. Cain to help me, and although it was sometimes slightly expensive to stop circulation, I was able to get the flour, the sugar, the butter and the eggs. I also found dried fruit, so I bought it as well.

... So I remember Isaac, who gave me a little candied fruit, and for walking on my own, I buy more candied orange peel.

I had a small amount divided into sachets and Mr. Cain asked me.

"Are you going to eat and walk?

"Yeah, yeah, I am. Sometimes it's good."

Someone I may never see again. But I'm very grateful to Isaac for listening to me for making me so intrusive.

So when I imitated it, I thought Isaac would fuck me. I can't tell anyone that because I'm ashamed.

So keep it to yourself.

I need Mr. Cain to help me with my stuff, too, and I'm going back to the hall.

So slightly after finishing lunch, interrupting the cooking area of the hall, it seemed that the Marquis had already spoken to me and provided me with a pleasant place.

Besides, he had a spare cooking area for me to use in case I wanted to.

Now we're going to be able to make it without disturbing the cook who's taking a break or starting to prep for dinner.

By the time we make dinner in earnest, it looks like we'll be using it next to this cooking area, but I'll have it finished by then.

Quickly I took the time to create the cake.

I'm going to make a little more, so I have to hurry.

After seeing what the fire was like, place the pan with the water and make the water.

Since the only way to measure the amount is the balance, the amount of the five molds will be divided using the copper divider. Less sugar. Because it's for Alan, and because I don't like anything too sweet.

Once I've applied the math to dissolve the butter in a hot sauce, I'll go out to the garden on my own.

I touched a little bigger stone and turned it into a stone doll.

When I tried to humanize the stone, it became somewhat like a paper doll, but if I could use it, it would be fine. I also created fingers on both hands properly.

Prepare two of them.

In front of the stone doll was a bowl with eggs, a bubble, which allowed him to hold the vessel, and the mixer greeted him.

"Hehe hehe. Now I can foam without effort..."

"... the use of witchcraft, is that correct?

"I don't. It's definitely easier this way than it gets muscle aches."

Object immediately to Mr. Cain's words.

Stone dolls have no muscles. Instead of tiredness, you don't even get muscle aches!

Cain, who looked delicate, was asked to see how Butter was because he was beside him.

I mix powder, butter, dried fruit and orange peel in the egg solution as I let the stone doll hold the next bowl and stir it up again.

When I repeated it for five minutes, I poured it into the mold and had the stone doll put in my tear to avoid burns.

Waiting for it to cook that way, it eventually smells like butter.

Mr. Cain sniffed and crushed as he waited for the jiri to cook in anticipation of being able to do so.

"I miss you......"

The sweet-making seemed to evoke Mr. Cain's grief.

"I remember how my mother used to make it for me."

"Was Cain's mother a good cook?"

"That's normal. We are the knight's house of the Avrar Borderline Uncle for generations, so life itself was stable, but my mother was still the cook herself. So I'm not bad... but I guess I miss the taste because it's something I've been familiar with since I was a little girl."

When I heard that, I thought.

Mr. Cain is losing his mother, so even if he wants to eat his mother's dinner again, he can't, and I guess that's why he's lonely.

"Lonely, isn't it"

If you crush him with nothing, Mr. Cain nodded.

"For that matter only, I am relieved that I can fight Ruein. Because I think there's still something I can do for my late mother. So... please don't get lost fighting, Mr. Chiara. I will continue to support you for that."