Labyrinth Restaurant

"Oh, you sure are from that sweet island"

"Mm, awkward would be... yes, no, different people, no, different cake"

As Elf's Time and Lime sisters strolled around the city, they discovered roll cakes traveling in hiding with Kosokoso in the shadows. It's a sentence that doesn't make sense at first sight, but I can't help it because the sight of it is actually right in front of them.

Is the cake walking on the upright bipedal also some dark place behind it, wearing sunglasses, wearing a tan grass patterned bathroom like a howl to hide the face, pretending to be someone else, not some other cake, even when called to time?

The time I've taken Lime into the sweet dungeon several times before is

"Well, I thought you looked like someone I knew, but you seemed like an aerial resemblance to other cakes."

"It is above all for you to understand. Then the awkward will excuse themselves."

and produced a novel word for the aerial likeness of other cakes that would not be the aerial likeness of others, while lightly passing through the suspicious. It's limitless suspicious, but I'm guessing you decided it wasn't a critical reporting case yet because it wasn't a wacko that witnessed exactly what you did. Perhaps it was just a pain in the ass to get involved with each other.

But my sister Lime seems to have made another decision.

"I'll have it."

"Wow, is it!?"

Even though I didn't have any dishes at hand, what a surprise, I pointed those puny little hands in the shape of a handknife and let go of the piercing hand in the karate towards the torso of the suspicious man.

The sponge on the body's surface and the cream in the body were heavily decided, and the mysterious cake screamed unexpectedly. There's no pain in the cake, but you must still have been surprised by the bee toddler who suddenly comes to kill you with all her might.

"Yummy."

"Here, if you ate by the clue, you wouldn't behave well. Look, your hands are sticky, too. I'll lend you a handkerchief so you can wipe it properly with this, not the hem of your clothes."

"Mm, sorry."

Lyme wiped her cream-filled hands with a clean handkerchief offered by her sister. My hands are still sticky, but for now it just looks decent. Return the handkerchief you have used properly by wiping your hands to time, and then turn your gaze to the suspicious again.

"And I did!? The disguise goods I borrowed on my sister came off with a surprise bounce!

The sunglasses and bath area worn by the roll cake were off due to a surprise bounce.

"Okay, Lyme? It's manners to surprise you at times like this, even when you find out. So, Cohon...... what, are you kidding me!?"

"Oh, my God."

"Mmm, you can't help but find out!

Oh, my God, the identity of the mysterious suspicious was the cake golem who is the administrator of the sweet dungeons!

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"So, why were you here again?

"Um, I'd still like to keep this a secret... but my awkward sister asked me to come and get ready for a special treat"

"What the hell?"

Time and lime seem to have attracted my interest when I heard it was a special treat.

"For example, it's here first"

"Knuckles?"

I wondered if the white smoke had risen from the tip of the cake golem's hand, and that smoke gathered to become a cloud of cotton confectionery. It's unclear what the principle is, but it's about the height of Lime's gaze and floats like a real cloud. The sisters tried to put the floating clouds in their mouths with chisels.

"Not really."

"Yeah, that's pretty cool."

"I'll keep it in my compliments. I'm terrified of it. But that's not the end."

Furthermore, the amount of white smoke coming out of the golem's hands will increase, and the clouds will grow as dongs. And it slowly floated up where it got to some size, and something fell out of the clouds when it came to the overhead of the three (two and a roll, to be exact).

"Candy balls?

"Um, it's candy rain"

It was just daisy.

"And it's wrapped in paper."

The wrapping paper is the finesse of the art of printing an illustration of a golem posing with a doya face.

"Is hygiene important?

"Yeah, it is... no matter how much magic you go about, the principle isn't too mysterious?

"Awkward man. I worked very hard. By the way, if you work hard on chocolate, jelly and cookie rain, you can get it out."

"Good luck is amazing"

The sapphire principle is also unknown for magically good elves, but I actually use it without the Golem himself being sure. Being itself a gag-like joke creature, so maybe it also works gag correction by the world's willy nanicas.

"It's a surprise performance to make and float so many of these clouds from now on that confectionery rain can fall all over the city from the first to the last day of the festival."

A rain of sweets if you thought it was a normal cloud. The audience will be surprised by this. You don't have to worry about the sun getting worse because you can also move clouds optionally.

By the way, the raw ingredients of the treat are magic, so they will be fogged on their own after a certain amount of time has passed since you got down. There is no need to worry about rot, torn packaging and bugs dropping by. When struck by more than a certain amount of impact, the composition of the magic instantly becomes loose and the materialization can be solved, so hitting a person's head or crack will not cause injury or break things.

"Well, it's a surprise, so you were disguised as unnoticed."

"No, no, it's not... Awkward This is still a popularity for children and women. Wouldn't it be tough if you walked bareface and were on autograph offense?

Hot cakes are twisted, and I just dress up and put my sunglasses back on. The deliberate disguise was apparently motivated like an over-conscious entertainer.

"All you have to do is use the whole square fountain to do a flashy treat called Chocolate Fountain. You know, he feels like a relative of Chocolate Fondue."

"Oh, you can tell by the chocolate fondue. Are you related?

"Um, is it specifically about the parent of my uncle's cousin's grandson's daughter-in-law friend?

"Isn't that just someone else anymore?"

It's hard to tell for yourself if you're a treat, but the blood ties in the chocolate neighborhood seem rather strange. Perhaps there is a drooling and complex relationship between just the meltable chocolate. Especially in summer.

"There's a lot going on in the confectionery world. You can't just beat a shortcake bastard like that."

"Have you come with the bastard?"

"Miraculous probability"

There is no confirmation that there really is free will for confectionery other than the monstrous creatures in front of us, but this roll cake seems to rival the shortcake. I do shadow boxing and other things with my sponge arms without meaning to burn my fighting spirit.

"You do a lot of other things, like being a street tree in Crocambush or letting candy fairies fly around. Maybe from the pond piss lad so that orange juice comes out, not water."

"I think we should just stop the last one anyway."

It only doubles the suckiness for the real amount of shade, and the sweet smell has to be reminiscent of diabetes. Except for a very few people with extremely special preferences, there will definitely be a dong pull.

"If I came up with an idea, it would have been stopped by my sister for some reason, and wouldn't it be hard to stop it?

"Yeah, I think that's a good idea."

"Then I can't help it, it's tomato juice, not orange..."

"Hematuria!? Because it's not a matter of color!

This golem, the fundamental sensibilities seem to be somewhere decidedly uneven. One scale of madness is hidden from the end of the idea. You might want to get a precision test at the hospital before the hematuria piss kid does. Most likely, you won't even be looking around the world for a doctor who can treat live roll cakes.

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"Mm-hmm."

"Whoa, you've totally spoken in. Let's keep the rest for real."

If I had listened to monstrous creatures on the side of the road, it would have been almost an hour at some point. At a time when the sun is already falling. Today, not only Lyme, but Time as well, is going back to the village of Elves, and the whole family is promised dinner. It's time to head over.

After that piss kid, he also asked me for ideas like hanging a bunch of eyeball-shaped candy balls on the wall and knocking fast balls into outcourses like horror based tricks that would see you as a guillotine at the same time if passers-by came through, baking you wanting to swim and move through the air, and three skewered dough crowds in a brotherhood, but maybe you'll be fine because about 80% of the time it was decent.

"Well, whatever happens, it's not my fault."

"Hmm, did I say something?

"No, it's nothing. Good luck with that, then."

"Good luck."

This is how the Elves' sisters went tech to the transfer team leading to their village and the cake golem disguised themselves again to the scene of their next job to go with Kosovo.

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It should be noted that that is not actually the case that many of the free treats prepared by Golem would interfere with the sales of stores dealing with confectionery.

On the way home, thyme and lime, who had removed the candy rain they had just picked up from their pockets, tore the wrapping paper and threw it into their mouths.

"I don't know, it's delicious."

"Just a little bit, oh uncle"

The drawback of a magically created treat, which is the very flavour of the heart. Delicious is delicious, but it's quick to get tired of the huge mess of flavors that lack delicacy.

At first they will become popular because of their appearance flashy and performances, but they get tired of it over time, and people who want to eat delicious food usually choose to pay to go to some store.

If you pay a small admission fee, you can eat all you want confectionery, and that's the kind of karaki that doesn't get complaints from other confectionery stores even if they usually run a large facility.

It never tastes bad, but it's easy to get tired of doing it. But after a while, I can eat again deliciously. That sense of balance is miraculous in a way.

The sisters who were licking candy noticed that the torn wrapper in their hands was about to disappear. The wrapping paper also consists of magic, so it has the convenient nature of not needing a trash can, which loses stability and spreads on its own after a few seconds of tearing it.

"I don't know, you're misdirecting your efforts, he"

"Yeah."

The Elf sisters expressed their candid sentiments as they watched the illustration of a doya-faced cake golem on candy wrapper disappear to become a grain of light and dissolve in the air.