“Given Reed’s personality, he wouldn’t be able to stand seeing you like that, so he’d have to do it himself… Wait a minute.”
Agnes was horrified.
“…Isn’t the princess his half-sister?”
“Ahem.”
I cleared my throat instead of answering.
[‘The Connoisseur of Clichés’ drools over the spicy, messy elements.]
[‘The Scales that Judge Souls’ angrily demands not to entangle our male lead in strange ways.]
“So, we passed on that immediately, of course.”
I think I’ve made enough potions, so now I’ll start cooking.
Not only emergency rations to store in my inventory but also sweet cookies to soothe Reed’s melancholy.
I took out the dough I had set aside earlier and chose a cookie cutter. For some reason, the fish shape appealed to me.
“Speaking of Princess Celestid, I think it’s fortunate that she was deposed.”
“Well, since Reed will soon turn the palace into chaos, it’s better for…