Fake Cinderella

Humans, I think I often don't know very well what I'm doing.

When you're obsessed, you say you're losing sight of your surroundings...

(Ugh... embarrassing, what an embarrassment, me!

No, that... the moment I woke up in the morning, I remembered yesterday.

A picnic date. Yes, I think that's an unmistakable 'date'.

Well, there's a lot I'd like to go into to say date, but leave that...

Recap.

(uhhh, uhh, uhh)

Recap.

(Hino, no, no...)

Recap.

I rolled around on the bed and nearly fell in danger.

That's how I behaved yesterday!

What? Where's the maiden, me!

If they told me to say it again, I'd be bored to death with shame.

Just to recap, it's already jittery. I can't stay calm.

What's most embarrassing... After all, I, I barely walked myself.

It's a hug all the time in a crowd-friendly city.

My feet are on the ground, only when they grate me for dinner in the park!

"May I help you?

I can't sit quietly every time I remember, so I'm seen with suspicious eyes by Lilia.

"... hey, I can't stay calm when I think of yesterday..."

'Cause I'm too shy.' Mobile food isn't very good, but it was just a little tasty because I'm with His Highness, 'he says in a straight face, me. Impossible, impossible, uh, uh, nah.

"Very suspicious behavior, Your Highness."

"... sorry, could be a day of mullies"

"Please come back tomorrow. Tomorrow afternoon will be Her Royal Highness's tea party."

"... Yes"

... something, I'm so tired in the morning.

I don't know what it is, the embarrassment of not being or not being here.

But, but, you know, I think your Highness's is saying something much more embarrassing.

I can't believe I'm about to break it (hereinafter abbreviated). If I hear it again, I can't wait to be ashamed.

Yet he is a prince, so His Highness is not uncomfortable with it, at all. Say, pumpkin kizza. I'm sure he won't be ashamed of it either.

... What was wrong with me yesterday? I'm sure.

"Your Highness, what will you do with the tea treats of the day?

"... I'm going to make Garrett easy"

As far as time permits, it is becoming the daily routine of me and His Royal Highness Prince Wang to spend morning tea time together.

I try to bring the tea treats with me then.

This is part of the feeding operation. I think this is going well.

'Cause, what, Your Highness can tell the difference between a treat I brought with me properly and something I didn't! Excellent.

Your Highness doesn't mean a flavor ouch, it just doesn't restrain you.

"Garrett, is it?

"Yes. It's common food in the south, Julia's hometown, isn't it?

"That's right. When you jam something, it becomes a snack, and when served with eggs or the rest of the salted meat from the previous evening or something, it becomes a snack. Ooh... I loved the garrett my mother made for me. We weren't so wealthy, so I didn't have a dedicated cook, so my mother had to cook from hand to hand when my nanny, who was partitioning most of the house, rested."

Julia says such a mother's specialty cooking is Garrett.

In the northern region of Dardinia, buckwheat is said to be made more than wheat. But unfortunately, there doesn't seem to be a way to eat like Japanese soba.

Julia said she had a variety of buckwheat flour dishes, some like buckwheat noodles, but had never heard of or seen food close to soba noodles.

So soba is in deficit at the top of my list of foods I want to spread to Dardinia one day.

The best thing about immobility, though, is chocolate! Although Cacao has yet to see any shadows or shapes!

"Maybe a little different from Julia's mother...... I'll make a garrett that will be a snack"

Thanks to hearing so much about Julia, I was able to find out safely, that buckwheat noodles are produced in the country, and get buckwheat powder. I don't even know if the crepe has already been invented somewhere, but in time I'm going to make the crepe as well.

I don't know why this time it's Garrett, not Crepe... that's because Garrett can reduce the sweetness.

"... are you ready for fire?

"Yes."

Milady is all over it, she laughs.

Heh heh, there's a newly introduced secret weapon in the work room.

I don't know how you're heating the room in a room without a fireplace...... the thought of that prompted this secret weapon discovery.

This one uses a stove in a room without a fireplace.

Though they have also been able to use oil recently, the mainstream is charcoal.

It's cylindrical at my place, though it comes in many shapes. Of course, it's not a decorative mesh because it's what's in this place, it's a beautiful, graceful thing with carved tang grass. Use a metal elongated monkey in this with charcoal.

Naturally, but when I touch it, it's hot enough to burn. Because it's metal.

At first I thought about opening the top part of that stove and using it. But I realized I didn't have to do that kind of trouble.

There's charcoal, so seven wheels, or a fire bowl, is fine. Times plays always show hot water on a fire bowl, or they leave a net and bake rice cakes. A little work can be fully utilized.

When I tried so hard to explain whether there was such a thing, Alice told me that there were utensils used to warm up dishes at the venue with alcohol lamps at night clubs and such.

That was the furnace.

The shape and use of the seven wheels themselves are not so expensive. In households where you can't use it, there are houses where you can finish cooking with one of these.

"Sounds just right"

Charcoal feels good.

Heat with iron bread and drop butter.

Thinly extend the pre-mixed dough. Garrett only cooks on one side. Cook with utensils on top of it, fold all sides and form almost squares, and eat it with a fork and a knife.

But this time it's a tea treat for once, so I can figure it out so I can eat it with my hands.

Cook the dough in small pieces and put the utensils on. There are only three types of utensils: cheese, raw ham & cheese and potatoes & cheese.

I just folded the tripartite like a regular garret, folding it in half and liding it on the last one. Shape the appliance to wrap around it. Easy to eat when you do.

"Something doesn't look very sweet to you"

"That's what I'm after."

"Aim?"

"I'll tell everyone if it works out.... If it doesn't work, it's embarrassing, so no"

This is a fabric stone for His Royal Highness to eat regular breakfast.

If you put something snacky together for your tea treats, your Highness might be able to have breakfast with you at tea time... or he might tell you he wants this for breakfast! That's what I'm after.

"Your Highness, you can put a bottle of honey in here."

"Thank you, Lilia"

I plan to eat just the cheese with the nectar.

"... Oh, this is a bit torn. Please eat."

Anything that breaks the fabric will be provided for everyone's tasting.

The boiled potatoes are slightly crushed and seasoned with cream and salt pepper, and the ham cheese is delicious with the salty flavor of the ham and the intense flavor of the cheese.

Is this because everything is carefully produced by hand, the flavour of each ingredient is solid?

"... tastes like cream. So delicious. I love this flavor."

"Cream, I have a little. Crushing all the potatoes and adding milk to make them taste good can also be potato potage. Let's make a recipe later."

It's strange because cooking comes from the exact same ingredients and something else can be done.

That's especially true when I'm putting together a recipe.

There are no cookbooks or recipe books here. Cooking tips, flavoring tips, that sort of thing is a secret among cooks. That's such an exaggeration... or something, but if you don't have a recipe book or something, that might be a natural story too.

Although the ladies basically don't go into the kitchen, they can't arrange dinner for people who don't know anything about cooking. Being able to serve good food to my husband adds a lot of value to the bride.

Married five years ago, Princess Arienol said that, in her dowry, she had taken two cooks who were said to be celebrities in the royal palace, and it is not uncommon to talk about a noble courtier who marries with a famous cook.

Alice and Julia, who are not in a position to take a cook and dowry, say they are going to their daughter-in-law with a recipe I have taught them, and when they make something, they put it together in a recipe.

"The rest of the fabric is free to use. Don't forget to ventilate. You can't leave it closed because it's cold."

Because charcoal is afraid of carbon monoxide poisoning.

"I'll give you."

"Thanks"

It's only natural that the knights should be escorted, but Lilia always sends them.

While I'm having tea with His Highness, he's exchanging a lot of information with the Wong Tai Womb lady over some extra treats.

Speaking of which, Your Highness, the Duke of Elsevelt was admitted to the residence of the king's capital late last night.

"The Duke? Why?"

"We are going to be waiting for you today, so I think you will soon find out."

"Is something wrong? Are you listening?

"No. I didn't hear there was a special case, and the procedure is just as usual, so it doesn't look like there's anything particularly hasty"

"Yes... I hope it's nothing"

Winter is the time most nobles spend on their own territory. This season they pay attention to their own internal affairs and occasionally spend time talking to the neighboring lords and enjoying hunting and other socializations.

When it comes to the nobility that remains in the king's capital, it is inevitable that one of the four dukes, either a cabinet member or a military member, will think how much it is to come all the way to the king's capital in the middle of the winter.

"If anything goes wrong, we're making more fuss... and if you're worried, I think you should ask Your Highness"

"Oh...... right"

His Royal Highness would know anything.... I mean, I think I know.

If I thought so, I'd be relieved of something.

I'm sure that was blatant.

"Your Highness seems to be counting on you."

"'Cause, Your Highness, I wouldn't do anything wrong"

"Are you trusted?

"Yes."

Nothing. I don't know everything about His Highness, but I think he's fair.

The strange thing is that even though you have that clear will, you're almost neglected as soon as it comes to you.

(I don't know... something's caught on like this...)

You don't know what you're talking about... it's not like you're trying to make yourself feel better.

I think it's rare for someone to have as perfect control over the existence of himself as His Highness. Control... control, then, production.

Everyone, keep their mouths together and say "gentle" or "merciful," because, that is, His Highness is putting that aspect on the table strongly.

Everyone has a lot of sides, and I think the side you're showing outside is the side you're trying to make look that way. Regardless of whether everyone sees it the way they intend, anyone will try to get a good look at it. Your Highness's is the perfect version of it.

Once I find that out, I'm no longer afraid of Your Highness, and as I know a lot, I also think I can believe it.

A lot of people are full of narcissism when they control it that way, but Your Highness is not a narcissist. This was quite a surprise when I realized it.

Rather, it seems that His Highness has little 'I' part to play as a source of narcissism.

(Is there anything special about His Highness?

When I think about myself, for example, I think I'm keen on making sweets and cooking because I'm closely involved with my memories over there. Because I don't want to decide I didn't have myself over there...... so I stick to it strongly.

I think there's something about cooking and cooking sweets that's part of my identity.

His Royal Highness had nothing in mind when he thought about it.

I'm probably too busy to be around that, but I don't have any special hobbies... and although I'm deep in painting and music, I'm not drowning in it like His Majesty did.

It's not the way I love my job and can't help it.

(Uh, but you quite like your brother, don't you?)

When we met last night, it seemed like fun.

His Royal Highness Alflate told me that when I was a little girl, I liked bugs and stuff to collect bats, semi-drilled collections, and frog eggs to terrorize the rear palace.

I was glad His Highness told me such an old story.

(But I wish you could tell me more about yourself...)

His Royal Highness tells stories about his brother, his sister, his princess, but he barely tells his story.

(All right, one thing today, let's hear His Highness's old story)

I didn't realize I was still thinking about His Highness.

Good morning, Your Highness.

"Morning, Rutia"

Just for a moment, Your Highness frowns.

I tilted my neck gently.

"No... today, what?

"It's Garrett."

"... may have eaten in knoll"

Knoll is the home of the Duke of Alahan in the Southern Duke.

"Oh, it's your treat. I tried to make it snack style rather than treats."

Your Highness, sweet things wouldn't be so much liked, would they? That said, His Highness nods with an unexpected face.

"... Am I that simple?

"I'm not sure what you're talking about."

I tilted my neck. If His Royal Highness were simple, there would only be simple people in the world.

Without decorating the words, I think Your Highness is a very difficult category.... I won't tell you.

"You... seem to know me very well..."

Oh, my God, no.

"I don't know that well. But there's a little something I know."

"Why?"

"... because I always watch"

Naturally, there is a grin.

Your Highness is not so chatty. But if you look, you know a lot.

For example, the original left-handed thing...... I think it probably is because sometimes I use a fork and a knife normally without switching it even though I have it the other way around.

"... I sure don't like confectionery, but what you make isn't bad"

"Actually, I know"

I chuckle.

How His Highness can tell what I made...... that's probably the difference in sweetness.

It soon became clear that His Highness was not so good at sweet things. Because he looked weird in the apple pie at the first tea.

Sure, that was pretty sweet. I had plenty of honey.

So the first cookies I baked to His Highness were understated in sweetness.

The next pancake sandwich custard cream also slightly stirred the liquor over the modest sweetness. I didn't hesitate to use plenty of alcohol for the next brandy cake because it seemed okay, and I also found out that it was quite my preference.

I was researching it properly while making it.

Lately, I know His Highness is carrying it safely into his mouth.

"This, too, is pretty good"

"Thank you.... It's pretty sweet, too."

Oh, my first compliment!

I've never been told to face it. Glad.

Like this, the joy of being able to feed? No, I don't know what. Anyway, I'm glad.

"Do tree honey and cheese go together?

"This cheese, unlike the cheese in its ham and potatoes, has a lot of cream and is a mellow cheese, so it fits."

Cream cheese, so to speak. I think cream cheese is delicious just by sprinkling honey or eating it with jam. If you don't have cream cheese, you can have yogurt. Yogurt becomes very close to mellow cream cheese when drained.

The cheesecake system is quite his taste.

"Your Highness, haven't you had much sweetness since you were little?

"No... that's not true either.... Not as good as Scion, but I was eating quite a bit"

Hmm. I guess, when I grow up, my taste changes.

"Archbishop Gittis likes something very sweet, doesn't he? Lilia told me."

"Oh.... that said I would propose if you weren't my queen"

"Do you like it that much? Confectionery"

"... oh. Looks like it."

Your Highness laughs small.

"What's wrong?

"No. Nothing... nothing"

Some satisfying grin.... I have no idea where in the current conversation His Highness had a laughing factor.

"Can we take time after this?

"Yes."

I basically don't have 'what I have to do'.

If you insist, it's like a job to stay away from danger and grow up in a safe place.

And then, with one will, you're free to study and be lazy. Mostly, he reads books in the study, makes sweets in the workshop, summarizes recipes, and goes to see herb gardens in the garden.

"Receive the prayer of the Duke of Elsevelt. You should be present."

"Yes.... Um, is something wrong?

Yes. I was going to ask you that.

"No. Nothing extraordinary. I hear you have something to offer…"

"Dedicated?"

"It means I have something to offer you."

"To me?

"That's right.... I'm always supposed to pick it up at my place and check it out before I go to you. Sometimes you can take it with you. It's rare for the Duke to come up on his own."

Come, and he reaches out and leaves his usual living room quietly embraced.

Everyone in the hallway stops on their feet and heads down in panic.

Everyone was so eager to figure out why they were turning such a stunned glance at us, I probably had a few circuits in my head cut off.

If it's not dark, it's not forced... I wanted to question myself violently, of course, for not questioning anything, even though there was no one inevitable I could hold him back later.