"Good...... Mother would love to feed Al and Phee too...... I'd like to make you some rice..."
Speaking of which, your mother loved to cook.
Henk wouldn't give up the kitchen here, and Mr. Dorothea kept the kitchen to himself when he returned to Cyril. That grandmother loved cooking too......
Does it also inherit the soul of a culinary lover, as the embrace habit is inherited from a woman in the Crane Putt family?
(So, to Fee too...?
My sister may get mad at me for saying this, but I can't really imagine Fee cooking.
If you ask me to remember, maybe you'll do your best, but I don't want to impose.
Whatever you learn, I want you to do it freely.
Snuggling with My Sister that way, I got eyes on the elf girl.
"Can you cook Abel?
"... I can't help it. However, I make it according to the manual, so I have trouble expecting it to stand out and be original."
I've lived alone for a long time, so can you?
But from the mouthfeel, I guess I'm not very interested in cooking. It's pretty fun to try, cooking.
Well, in the last few years of my previous life, I didn't even have the energy to make something. If you had time for that, you'd be trying to make sure you had more time to sleep for a second. … although I could not secure it.
"Is Al into cooking?
My mother asks with her eyes sparkling.
I mean, I like it a lot. You can also make sweets.
But I've never cooked in this world, so I just have to nod appropriately.
"I want to remember someday," he said.
"If I do, I can remember Phew! - I love it! Always with you! Why!
My Angel raised his hand with joy and courage.
I'm not forcing you, but you've become like you've induced me, this.
"Then the next time I go back to the city of Cyril, I'll tell you both about your mother and your grandmother. I'm sure Grandma would love that."
The proposal is for a boat to cross. Suddenly you'll be suspicious if you can cook.
Besides, it must be recognized that you can cook and make confectionery for Plan A.
Kukukukuku......
It's Abel. I will definitely take that ear.
…………
A faceless elf tilted his neck.
She doesn't know.
Said it was the last time I learned to make sweets.
"... Al"
"Hmm? What?
I try to be calm so I don't get caught up in the plot. It gives me a black grin when I get distracted.
"... about Al's magic training"
"Yeah."
"... I have heard from Grade VII that the exam will be based on the assumption of a real battle. So from now on, I think we should also increase the number of ways we teach the format of the match"
"That makes sense. I don't want to get hurt."
"... I think it's something to remember in order to reduce that injury"
When I get stronger, I say I'll be able to protect Phee.
Then there's no reason to hesitate.
"Yeah. Well, do me a favor. So, your opponent is Abel?
"... it doesn't make sense if I'm the main player but I have more experience playing against different combat styles. I might ask the Chamber of Commerce or the inside."
Either way, my practice partner seems to be an elf.
"Oh, what are you doing?
"Hmm? I'm gonna protect you Phee. Yikes... I don't know if I'm practicing..."
"Mamoru, Phew! Huh? Huh? Did you sneak up on Phew?
My sister's willing to protect me, it seems.
If you don't get strong enough, you could really do that.
Cooking and confectionery are practiced, and more things to remember go.