Chapter 83: 83 Episode 72: Cake ...?

have an estella

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There's a suspicious person.

Morning. Finish donating to the church, get ready, and head to the central square. Then they arrived at the square a little earlier than the meeting time. No, it hasn't arrived exactly yet. At the entrance to the central square I stopped.

There's a suspicious person.

There's a suspicious woman who's hiding behind the heavy luggage of a street vendor who's still preparing to open the shop.

What is he doing? Are you not going to get caught? My street vendor's sister is laughing bitterly. Get out of my way, I'm afraid.

But I guess there's something I want to do because I'm hiding.

Why don't you just say, "You're going to find out?" without even reading the atmosphere's a good idea.

Above all, I'm going to eat cake for Estella's treat today... so I don't want to offend myself.

Then, is it advisable to take advantage of him?

"Oh, Estella's guy hasn't come yet?"

Step into the square with casual lines.

It's 10 meters away from Estella's hidden open-air bath. Well, I could have heard you. Oh, you look happy. You're probably thinking, "Okay. I'm not caught."

Pretending not to notice, I stand right in the middle of the central square, just where Becko had a statue of a hero placed. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

I was thinking about it when the morning bell rang loudly.

It's eight o'clock. It's time for the open‐air bath to open and the city to move.

Farmers and others are starting to work at the same time as the previous wake-up bell.

Jeanette also gets up to that extent every morning to train.

There was a time when I tried to help, but since I was half asleep, I was just a drag, and in the end I left the morning preparation to Jeanette. Magda is weak in the morning. He may be weaker than I am.

"Yasilo!"

About five minutes after the morning bell stops ringing, Estella walks towards us waving her hand.

-- Estella, who came back from where she was, turning round and out of the square, pretending to have just arrived. I was watching the whole thing.

But today he decided not to offend Estella. This is an entertainment.

I'll make sure to ride Estella's trick.

"Yes, Estella,"

"Sorry. Did you wait?"

"No, I've just come,"

`...wow!'

I'm trying to pose a little bit...

Oh, are these stereotypes in a different world? What people think is the same after all.Oh, my God!

"Well, come on. What do you think...?"

With that in mind, Estella shows a little pluck at the hem of her skirt.

You may never see a skirt that's not a dress.

"Don't look good on me. I'm pretty."

"Oh!? ... Wait a minute!"

It spins half-turned and fished for a bag that Estella wriggles around her shoulder.

I'm turning over something like a bundle of data. It's a thick document.

"…that's strange. It doesn't say 'cute'... 'When his answer is good, isn't it? Let's be cute and upset. If it doesn't suit you at all, it's important to make sure you're shocked. In that way, he will treat you kindly out of guilt during your date.'......when praised? Where!? Where...."

"Well..."

"Whoa!?"

When Estella calls out, she hides the thick material behind her back and turns to me in a hurry.

I caught a glimpse of the cover of the material Estella hid behind her back.

「First date·Full manual~Now you are also a popular girl~」

It was written that

...that's the case in every world, but you shouldn't count on it.

"Why don't you go now?"

"Oh, that's right! Let's just get rid of it! It's not a date!"

No, you're here with the intention of going on a date.

"No, isn't it okay to go on a date?"

"Yasilo's skate!"

"Why!"

You're just too conscious.

I'm just going to go on a date.

You can do it with a lighter heart. I'm just going to eat cake.

"Dae, if it's a date... wouldn't it have been nice to have a bouquet of flowers? It's my first date."

Can you imitate the peak of the bubble economy?

You can't go on a date like, "This night view is yours" while watching the night view in the lounge on the top floor of the hotel.

If you give them a bunch of flowers before a date, they'll only be a burden.

"I don't have a bouquet, but... I'll do this."

"Oh!? This is it!"

Instead of a bunch of flowers, I hand Estella the shiitake I finished last night.

"I'm sorry to be naked," It's a present."

"No, it's good! It's really good! I'm happy! Thank you!"He's very happy.

It's shiitake mushrooms.

I tried my best to be cute, but it's shiitake mushrooms. Is that enough to please me?

"There's only one hair tie in the world..."

Hold it in both hands and hold it over your head and stare at the shiitake mushroom hairpin. Are you going to dedicate it to God?

"...that's cute,"

I expected her to smile even more flatly, but Estella was very calm and smiling quietly.

I thought it was something out of the ordinary, but Estella suddenly turned around.

"Why don't you put it on?"

Say that and give me shiitake mushrooms.

Even if I put it on... I think I can do it myself, because it's a patchy.

Take shiitake mushrooms as you are told, and put shiitake mushrooms where it feels good to see the balance of the whole.

With a snap, the fasteners clapped and shiitake stuck to Estella's head. A cute hair tie with a small shiitake mushroom cuddling against a big shiitake mushroom.

I touched it with my finger, and made sure it was properly attached to it, and Estella broke her face happily, and????

"Thank you, Jillo," I'll treasure it."

with a dazzling smile.

This... Was it this cute?

Oh, no way. Shiitake power!?

Is shiitake mushrooms not only good for your health, but also good for your health?

"Ah... well... I'm glad you liked it."

d*mn, you can't face it?

It's an estella with shiitake mushrooms stuck to her head. It's a situation where you can point at her and laugh... she's cute?

I'm not quite convinced. I don't want to admit it.

"Then let's go! It's not a date!"

"What!? You said you were on a date!"

"Oh my gosh! It's a preliminary inspection! It's a job!"

"It's a date! No matter what anyone says, this is a date! That's what I decided! I can't change it anymore!"

Oh, it's noisy!

Young men and women don't go out on dates without permission!

What's the date? Why don't we just go out and eat cake together?

It's an excursion, like this!

Well...what if you're nervous and don't know how the cake tastes?

The shop was located on a stylish, calm street off the main street in Forty Ward.

Tea and cake were available at this time of the morning.

Don't you have coffee here, either? I wonder if there's any coffee.

be ushered into one's seat

A clerk gently pulls Estella's chair and escorts her. It's none on my part. ...heck!

"Jillo, would you like cake and tea?"

"What kind of cake do you have?"

"A variety?"

"No, look. There are a few, and I'll choose from them."

"Cake is cake. There's no such thing as a kind."

Really...

Only one type?

There are many kinds of cakes, and it's fun to wonder which one to eat!

But... just one kind!?

I doubt your nerves for a moment.

"Then, with the cake set".

"There's no such thing as a set."

"Make it a set! You usually drink something when you eat cake!"

"Don't tell me!"

What a poor service! I'm telling you to emulate the Yodamari-tei.

"Then I'll have the same one as you."

"Do you rub half of it said.

"No, order one each."

"... I know,"

Estella stands up and goes to tell the clerk her order.

...why are the guests going to tell me? You come, clerk!

"I've told you," ...what's the matter?"

"I thought it was third-rate,"

"Hey!? I'll be kicked out if I hear you. It's such a popular restaurant that you can't go in again after noon."

If that's why they're ahead of their customers, it's the worst. It's worse than the worst.

Now, if you're not happy with the cake at all, I'll start saying, "This is not a real cake," and I'll give you a bad habit like a gourmet comic book, Konoyaro.

"You're not going to pick up what's made, are you?"

"They'll bring it right there,"

As Estella said, the clerk brings cakes and tea.

... a man? That's the only downside. Oh, I see. It's mainly cake, so the customers are women. Well then, I guess we can't help it can't be helped.

「…………」

There's a clatter of dishes.

. . . . . . . . . . talk about it!"Thank you for waiting".　

"It's cake!" "It's tea!"

Can't you just say, "Take your time?" The clerk here!

"...if it were a Yodamari-tei, I would have fired him."

"I'm a clerk at a fancy shop in Forty-Ward..."

What's going on?

Is this kind of restaurant superior to Yodamari-tei?

Don't be silly.

As soon as you sit down on your reputation, you lose your dignity.

So I looked down at the cake and tea that was offered silently and never explained.

...............what?

"...what is this?"

"This is the cake,"

Estella puffs up her chest with a bit of pride.

... Huh? No, you're kidding, aren't you?

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......black

And......nothing is on it.

A black sponge cake lay on the plate, with no fruit, no cream on it. The presentation is also a failure.

"Try it, now," It's delicious."

"Oh, oh, oh..."

Estella recommends a cake (self‐styled) to me.

Oh, yeah. He's going to date. Go out and eat cake in a fancy restaurant.

It's probably a special act to look forward to since the day before.

...I don't want to ruin it. But.........

I cut the dry sponge into small pieces with a fork and carried it to my mouth.

……………It's bread, it's bread! Black sugar bread. It's a nostalgic taste that I remember eating at school lunches.

But it's not a cake.

"How is it? Isn't it delicious?"

Yeah. Well... I don't think so. It's just... bread.

I want you to remember.

When I was very young, my grandmother asked me to give you jelly, and after I was very happy, it was like a jelly wrapped in candy and hardened with agar.

"After being told ""I'm going to eat cake,"" the feeling of ""not this"" when it was a pound cake came out."

It's not bad, but it's delicious, but it makes me want to scream that it's different from what I was looking for.

"Yasilo... don't you like it?"

Estella looks a little lonely.

I've been looking forward to it, but if the other person doesn't look good, he'll look like that...I'm sorry.

"No, it's delicious. It's kneaded with brown sugar."

"Yes. Also, this fluffy fabric is popular with young women."

This bread is hard, isn't it?

Regina makes baking powder, however, so the 42nd leg can be baked more fluffy.

"Why isn't he included in 'Bread'?"

The cake sponge is made of wheat and baked in an oven.

In this city, then, it is considered bread, and it cannot be made without the permission of the church.

"The queen of the last generation loves cake very much. Only cakes can be registered in advance and baked with a permit."

"Then what happens if you say it's a cake and bake bread?"

"'Judgment of the Spirit'"

"...I don't think it's a subtle regulation,"

Does it mean that the church is too complacent to the royal family's selfishness?

I see. That permission is a trick, isn't it?

"You get that permission from the church, not from the lord?"

"You understand,"

"It is natural to think that a church that makes a certain profit by monopolizing bread, the staple food, is getting a reasonable price if it permits the distribution of cakes that might threaten the value of bread."

"There's a reasonable tax on the amount of flour you use."

"The more you sell, the more taxes you have."

"Yes, but it's not that exorbitant."

"For example, when you sell cakes at Yodamari-tei, the flour used for pasta is not counted, right?"

"Of course, the amount of flour used in the cake is taxed."

"Are you coming to weigh it?"

"I won't weigh it," It is a declaration system, but false declarations are immediately punished by the 'spiritual judgment.'"

"...isn't he relying too much on the Spirit's Judgment?"

Instead of judging anything of the past, the judgment of the Spirit is surprisingly limited.

Let's say I lied to Estella, saying, "I forgot my wallet today, so buy me a meal." After that, suppose there was a development such as, 'You just saw another woman!?' 'I didn't!' 'The Referee of the Spirit!'...

In this case Estella invokes the Spirit's Judgment in response to my statement that she did not see another woman, so if I did not actually see another woman, she would not become a frog.

Even if I lied about forgetting my wallet before that, I wouldn't be a frog unless I was pointed out.

There are surprisingly many holes in "The Judgment of the Spirit."

I've learned from living in this city for more than half a year.

To return to the point, every morning churchman invokes a "spiritual judge" to "false" about wheat consumption, and it is possible to collect taxes accurately.

It seems that a cake handler can be 'judged by spirits' by church people every month.

I guess you're trying to keep a tight rein on me, so...

"What should I do if I want to make a trial?"

"If you apply to the church, you will only be allowed to make a prototype in front of the inspector."

Inspector.........

In my brain, I thought of a beautiful elf drooling with a happy face.

"Is Jiro going to make a cake?"

"If possible,"

"What kind of cake is it made by Jiro?"

"At least it tastes better than here,"

"You came out big".

It's no big deal.

I can't even call this cake.

I sobbed my tea for a change of taste.

"Oh!? What are you doing, dirty!"".........but it's sour.........oh!"

What's this?

Are you reluctant?

How many tea leaves are you soaking in hot water!?

It's bitter, it's astringent, it tastes bad!

Oh, it's annoying!

"Astella... Is the tea here delicious?"

"What? ... Well, to tell you the truth, I'm not good at it. for I prefer the tea made by Natalia."

Good!

I'm glad the standard for this city is not this one!

"... Estella, I'm sorry."

"What?"

"As expected, this is not a date."

"Oh......."

Like this... ...this half‐baked thing isn't appropriate for Estella's first date.

"Next time, let me ask you out again! I'll take a bouquet of flowers and treat you to much more delicious cakes and tea! So make sure this isn't a date!"

...are you going to get angry?

...are you disappointed?

. . . . . . . . . Cry Cry?

He bowed and said what he wanted to say under the influence of the momentum.

be afraid to raise one's face

I wonder what Estella looks like when she looks up at me. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ."

"...what?"

Slowly, I looked up and saw Estella. No, it's not right, is it?

Estella's face is red as if she had caught the flu, and she looks blankly at me.

"...Really?"

"What?"

"... a bouquet of flowers..."

"Oh, oh, oh,"

......oh!?

"No, no! It's not a proposal!"

"--? I know, I know, but that's it!"

"Do you really know!"

"I know! It's that one anyway, right? You don't want to admit this because the cake is not good, do you want to start over?"

"Oh, that's right! You can't even call it a cake! Out of the question! I'm so sorry for you, who are so happy with this. I'm trying to give you a real cake, so it's a request for a second date!"

"I know! I didn't think it was so delicious!"

"What do you think!? You looked happy eating this dry bread."

"I didn't! I ate a bite and my stomach got a little upset! I was born in a noble family."

"He is a regular at Yodamari-tei, but he is a noble-born man..."

"Isn't Yodamari-tei a first-class restaurant?"

"That's consent!"

Stand up and shake hands firmly.

So we found ourselves surrounded by scary-looking clerks.

...... Oh, my God.

"'Get out! Never come again!'"

Having been kicked out of the bakery, we left the 40th leg as if we were running away.

On my way home, I've heard about some small restrictions on cake sales, and it seems possible to sell them at Yodamari-tei.

Rather, it's convenient to have a person like Jeanette as the store manager to sell cakes. He won't tell a lie, and he'll have a good impression of the church people.

The problem is the price.

If you add in the tax, it will inevitably be expensive.

And the biggest problem is... white sugar.

Black sugar is commonly used in this city, and white sugar is an ultra-luxury product that only the upper classes can eat.

If you don't get it, you can't make my own cake.

The balance between price and taste is very difficult.

It was around evening that I returned to the Yodamari-tei.

Cakes can cover the time this customer is away from home.

I need a cake.

"Yasilo, you look like you're having a hard time."

"Huh? No, nothing."

Jeanette asks anxiously, but I can't talk to her now.

Until we can make a cake... until we secure the sugar.

At night, Yodamari-tei closed its doors.

Since I couldn't help today, I took charge of locking up the shop.

go around checking the windows and doors one by one

In the meantime, when I was about to close the front door, I saw a black figure standing in the garden.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"It's me,"

It was Natalia again. It's two days in a row.

`Don't threaten me!'

"I have no intention of doing so," I have something to tell you."

Natalia, who is going to skip this topic and tell me her business.

What a woman!

"I have one question to ask you,"

"What?"

"She had stuck on her head the shiitake mushroom that she had received from you... ...doesn't you have any sense?"

"Tell me you and your little girl!"

I'm not the one who chose shiitake mushrooms!The funny thing is that I told someone heartily before Natalia went home.

For the time being, Estella didn't seem to be very depressed as far as Natalia was concerned...it was a relief.

I've got to get my date right.

......it will be a long time later.

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