Reincarnated into an Otome Game? Who Cares! I'm Too Busy Mastering Magic!

Autumn rose season is over, our garden with white crematis and viola red flowers blooming in winter blooms.

It's busy with a lot of people now.

The pergola is hung with demonic crystal stone lamps, and the colorful strings and decorations handed over to the mansion shake in a slight breeze to colour the bright landscape.

That's right.

Today is a commemorative, silver-haired toddler girl blast birthday!!

It wasn't... Alice's 6th birthday party day!

"Thank you so much for coming to my daughter's birthday party today"

Now the meeting has just begun, and your father is speaking with a full grin.

Your mother is behind your father's diagonal.

She shows her polished dress up over a few days to her visitors with an elegant smile.

Some visitors had an inspiring sigh at its beautiful appearance.

That should be it, too, since that day a month ago, my + Haime family prepared for this day with total strength.

Especially when it came to polishing me and my mother. Is that a wedding already? I made my whole body shiny enough to say, made a new dress, and reviewed the latest fashion and manners.

I'm Sister Sullight. Some parts of me aren't involved because I have a sister-driven study, but my parents were quite intent on it overall when it was my debut. No, as long as you're happy.

"… so let's leave this much to the foreground. Now I'd like to introduce you to my daughter! … Alice, come forward"

My father smiled at me, calling me Mr. Alphonse, who was holding back behind the implant.

Little yellow screams flew from the ladies at the sweet smile of your father at that moment.

As I nearly laughed at it, I smiled back at Mr. Alphonse for pushing me on the back, and slowly walked out with an elegant smile I had also specially trained.

Stand in place, breathe one breath, and speak.

"Ladies and gentlemen, be in a good mood. Whether it's been a while or a pleasure to meet you, thank you for coming. My name is Alice Riveca Orculas. Thank you for coming today."

I try and smile, speak slowly and gracefully.

Then the people who had seen me before, even a glimpse of me, cried out as if they had been impressed by what they had never seen me originally.

... Ugh, I guess the first step is success.

If you look around the venue, there are roughly 50 people coming.

As for the next grouping of seats, those in front of them have blood connections, the ancient nobles who follow Haime in the middle, and the ones behind them are neutral. Differences in facial expressions and temperatures made it clear.

They also call for neutralists to dispel the image. I want you to be greatly surprised.

"Today, dishes and treats have been prepared in the form of a standing meal. Also, we have a monument. A small thank you for coming to celebrate, gentlemen, but have fun!

When that closed, the venue was wrapped in the sound of applause.

I bow down once in a moment and go beside my mother. Mother welcomed me with a full smile.

"Alice, it was so splendid! My posture, my voice, my expression were pathetic!

I was really happy to hold my hands tightly and praise them so much, and I dyed my cheeks.

But the venue enters into meal and welcoming hours, and one greeter after another comes to me. I walked away from my mother and turned into a machine that even greeted her where she was prepared.

The first person to visit me, of course, was the family of the Haime family.

"Happy birthday, Alice. You look more beautiful than Eleonore."

"Thank you, Grandpa!

The first person who spoke to me was Grandpa Richterite, the grandfather of the Haimei who embodied romance grey.

This is the second time I have seen him since I recovered, and the first time is when I came to the tomb of the example. I was still weak then, so greeting was only a short time.

By the way, he says his grandmother is already dead, and Grandpa Richterite is transferring the administration of the territory to Uncle Oedipus while he holds a key position in the Imperial Castle on his own.

"Congratulations. Yeah, you still got the dress right in that color"

"Congratulations, Alice. Hehe... if I were to give it a name, Princess Moonlight and Ice Rose... I wonder!

"Oh, thank you!

Then it was Uncle Oedipus who praised the color. It was Sister Sulite who gave me the name of a mid-second sickness explosion.

By the way, these are the two men overseeing the dress.

My parents were quite troubled that it wasn't this one, either, involving, uh, uh, but based on the light ice-like water color that eventually became gradient, I volumed it out with a tonal cloth, a clear dress with a hint of gold embroidery on the hem.

They're moonlighting the color of my eyes, imagining ice from the color of your father's hair and the same silver hair as your mother's, and representing roses with the glamour of ribbons and drapes.

"Happy Birthday. Well... that's not bad"

"Happy Birthday.... you know, it's so beautiful."

It was Brother Onyx and Sister Athena who went on to speak to me.

They meet once before this birthday party.

Onyx with golden eyes on his dark hair. As the previous information suggests, your brother is a boy with a humph face in victory.

Sullight, sister info says my first love was my mother, and she was pretty upset to see me look just like the colors etc.

What a boy he is to praise as he moves away somehow and looks in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

Athena, your sister is also a little odd girl with golden eyes in her dark hair. She is usually a young girl because she is only one year different from me.

My face looks just like Sister Sullight's, so I'm wearing scholarly black edge glasses, so it's funny how I look at my sister-in-law. I hope we can get along from now on.

Greetings with the flourishing Haime clan are over, followed by greetings with relatives and ancient nobles who appear to be in continuous bloodline.

I was happy because Brother Ville and Aunt Fresia celebrated and praised me a lot, but I still didn't have Brother Orlis's face.

Ultimately it will be the turn of neutral and intermediate aristocracy and a place of obligatory greeting from the distance of relatives until earlier.

In it, I stopped looking at someone.

……………… I think I've seen it somewhere...?

The person is far from this greeting space and can only see the sides.

It's like white ash hair like ash after burning it out.

I wear thin framed glasses and my face is slightly turned over so I can't see the color of my eyes.

A young man dressed in brown and black under a dark green cape.

"Mmm......???

As I twisted my neck in mysterious visibility, I cheered from the corner of the table.

"Well......! What kind of treat is this?!

Surprised to see you, there was a crowd in the corner of homemade bread.

When I approached him because the greeting was over, a good man and his wife-like woman were at the centre.

"How fluffy......! Besides, this honey-picked fruit fits well......!

Ooh. The force is appreciated!

What women are eating now is wheat bread inflated with natural yeast made from fruit.

The butter is also added to the bread, which is quite fluffy, and is served with chopped honey-picked fruit on top of it with raw cream.

Materials similar to apples, walnuts, and lemons were obtained, so these are the three types this time.

"I've eaten luco before, but not at all like that...... What, what's this scent and palate?

A man of just the right width is groaning. Pfft.

My parents' doya face looked far away, so I rushed over and your father held me up a little.

Keep it twirling and it turns.

"You did it, Alice! Seems to be very popular with customers. The boulder is my daughter, my wife!

With that said, your father kissed me and your mother's cheeks in turn.

The bread usually eaten in this world is called "melan". This is about a hard black bread made of something like rye.

Here, "The staple foods are hard...?!" It is natural for Japanese blood to make a scene.

I had time this time, so I won't compromise like I did with the sandwich.

That's why I've improved "Lyuko," a hard white bread that is eaten quite often in the upper middle class alternating with Melan, for this unveiling.

"I can't behave like a corrupt one to my customers even though my lady says so!!" He spent three days and three nights crying over the head chef and put him in charge of the development of the natural yeast to be taken from the fruit.

Although I knew how to make them generally, I never practiced them, so after I gave them an overview, I left the majority to the main part of the laboratory named Cooking Grounds, and I turned to supervision.

After about half a month of bad fighting by diving into the kitchen, both the chef and I, and finally Mr. Alphonse and Connie, who had joined at some point, were able to smell it and plant the ok yeast in a white bread, making it stunningly fluffy (compared to ours).

As I mentioned before, although this world's had a slight anxiety about a messy cooking theory...... The chef was fortunate to be a young man with a relatively flexible head.

Thank you, Chef...... I fought badly all night to control the temperature. I will not forget your sacrifice.

Returning from a moment of recap, the venue also referred to the decorations and aromas put on the fermented bread.

"This thinly chopped and circled apple is also beautiful and delicious...... what is the fragrant powder on it?

It was Brother Ville who answered that question.

"That's called carsha powder. It's a gift from the Virgil family celebrating the birth of Miss Alice."

"Ooh, if you ask me, it's definitely Kasha...!

A man who was in the wheel raises his voice.

This Kasha is what we call cinnamon.

Cinnamon treats were not likely to be common because there are still few bread treats in this world. Either Cinnamon still seems to be a biologic drug category.

However, after searching for spices to match "soft and sweet bread" with my mother and the Virgil family, it was this casha that I adopted.

Mother, who adorned the decorative drawings and adopted Kasha, seems to be modestly happy alongside her father outside the ring.

I couldn't make a real treat, but for now, the sweet bread is done.

Good thing I made it......

When I was so relieved, I didn't even realize that the man who remembered my earlier sense of vision didn't come to greet me after all, and I completely forgot.