“It’s such an honor to be able to make desserts so happily with respected seniors, friends, and cute juniors at Piglet House!”
Nicasia, speaking with a bright smile, was diligently playing the role of the face of the event today.
When enjoying this event as a game, a black screen would appear once, and then it would immediately transition to the scene of making desserts, so I didn’t know, but since it’s an event, there’s an opening speech.
The preparations for the event were truly perfect. Under a luxurious, massive tent that could accommodate numerous students, everything needed to make desserts was meticulously prepared.
From the pristine white tables and ovens to shelves filled with cooking ingredients and various utensils! The scene, which seemed like a part of a bakery expanded, oddly felt like a scene from a fairy tale.
“Thank you for your kind words, respected Princess Nicasia. And I would also like to express my gratitude to Miss Citrine from Crimson Nexus Trading Company, who has been a great help in today’s event.”
Lady Jepar, with a dignified smile, gestured to Citrine standing next to me and spoke.
Citrine, hearing the applause from all around, smiled beautifully and lightly waved her hand. This was a bit unexpected, wasn’t it?
Why didn’t she go up on stage and instead clung to my arm? Perhaps because Nicasia had already gone up, following her would be meaningless.
“Today at Piglet House, you, the lovely treasures of the Academy, can make all the desserts you’ve wanted to make and taste.”
“Including Lady Jepar, many people will be helping us, so if there’s anything difficult, don’t be shy to ask for help.”
“Hoho, if this old lady’s help is needed, feel free to call anytime. Now, let’s start making memories with your friends to your heart’s content!”
As Lady Jepar clapped three times with a laugh, the students, who had been eagerly waiting, cheered and started rolling up their sleeves and putting on aprons.
“Perfect…”
Everything is just as I remember. From the appearance of the event venue to the lively, cute, and soft atmosphere, everything is just the same!
It’s the first time I’ve seen Nicasia and Lady Jepar announcing the start of the event together, but that’s fine. It was just omitted in the game.
The dessert-making event at Piglet House is one of my favorite events in the elementary section, so I’m even more excited.
Being able to enjoy this event, where I collaborate with the cute and pure elementary heroines to make a dessert that will move Lady Jepar, from a different perspective is really nice…
The only slight disappointment is that Lachesis and Monica aren’t here, right? Since I haven’t seen them yet, it can’t be helped.
“Phew… It was more nerve-wracking than I thought.”
“Nicasia, you did well. Was it tough?”
“No. I’m sorry for making Murmur wait so long.”
In the meantime, she changed from a dress to a uniform. Being a princess is indeed a tiring job.
“Respected Princess Nicasia. Thank you for granting this old lady’s request.”
Lady Jepar spoke to us as soon as she came down from the stage.
Considering that Princess Nicasia and Citrine, the financier, are next to me, it’s not strange.
“No, Lady Jepar! I’m just grateful for the opportunity to make happy memories with my friends.”
“Hohoho, Princess Nicasia truly has a good character. And Miss Citrine? Thank you very much. For giving this old demon a chance.”
“Our company is also benefiting enough, so there’s no need to keep thanking us.”
Citrine, though not smooth with her words, properly bowed and expressed her gratitude.
“And…”
Lady Jepar turned her face and looked down at me.
“So you’re the famous Murmur.”
I’m famous? I haven’t even reached the first level of reputation with any faction yet.
“Grandma Jepar, do you know Murmur?”
“Of course. I’ve always heard stories in the kitchen about Murmur’s heroic deeds to save friends.”
“Murmur wanted to save a friend. So I did. That’s all.”
Lady Jepar, with a warm smile, gently stroked my head once.
“I think Murmur, who did such a natural thing, is truly amazing.”
“Murmur is just an ordinary demon.”
For me, Murmur, being called a hero or demon king is a story for at least the middle school section.
It’s only possible after events like pulling out the hero’s sword or being chosen by the demon sword.
For now, it’s just Murmur.
Just a soft little demon kid brought by a failed hero.
“Hohoho, indeed, you show a different side from the kids of the New-Helheim Club.”
Lady Jepar tapped my horn with her finger and stroked it once.
“It’s an honor to talk with Murmur, who has such splendid horns.”
“No. Murmur is also happy to talk with Grandma Jepar.”
“Hoho, be humble… Then, please enjoy your time.”
Lady Jepar bowed to me at the waist. I also bowed in the same way.
“Umm… Murmur, do you know Lady Jepar?”
Esme, covering her mouth with her hand, spoke.
“Murmur talked with Lady Jepar for the first time today.”
“Huh? Really? But it didn’t feel like that kind of conversation, did it?”
“As Lady Jepar, Murmur must have looked cute.”
Citrine, starting to put on a pink apron, spoke.
“Most of the demons attending Cosmos Academy… actually, except for Murmur, all belong to the ‘New-Helheim Club.'”
“Ah… They don’t even attend classes and solve everything near the clubhouse.”
“For the lady, a polite, cute, cool, and spirited fellow demon like Murmur is a rare sight.”
That’s roughly the feeling.
Nicasia and Esme nodded and each put on an apron.
The problem is me.
“Nicasia, it would be good if you help Murmur.”
“What can I help you with? Murmur?”
She already had a prepared apron and waved it.
“It’s too big for Murmur to wear.”
Who prepared this? If I wear this as is, I could ride it like a sled.
“It seems the size was prepared wrong… Ah! Here! I’ll use this. Show me your back, Murmur.”
Nicasia, smiling, knelt down and brought an apron to me.
“Ugh… I don’t like that.”
There’s no need to wear an apron with a cute sheep on it, right?
“Oh~hohoho! Nicasia! That apron is too tacky! Now, now, Murmur? Please wear the apron I prepared!”
“…Is this all there is? An apron that Murmur can wear?”
The apron Citrine brought was even more pitiful than Nicasia’s.
What is this? Why is the apron itself shaped like a rabbit?
There’s no need for big, cute eyes, right?
“…I’ll wear the apron Nicasia brought.”
“Ugh! Murmur…”
With Citrine despairing for no apparent reason, I showed my back to Nicasia.
“I heard it’s an apron for third-grade elementary students… It seems this one is Murmur’s size.”
Nicasia, sticking closely to my back, moved her hands here and there in a mature manner. It felt a bit slow from the middle, but it must be because my body is small, and the apron doesn’t fit well.
“There, it’s done. Murmur.”
Nicasia lightly patted my back and spoke.
“But what dessert are you planning to make today? Looking at the other kids…”
Esme turned her head and looked around.
To put it mildly, it was like a small battlefield inside the tent, with enormous things happening.
From kids eating the ingredients needed to make desserts with their hands to students making gifts for their friends with sparkling eyes…
It was overwhelming to see the variety of desserts being made, to the point where getting a sample to refer to seemed impossible.
“Over there, they seem to be planning to make butter scotch pie.”
“I also heard from a few that they’re thinking of making everything from cupcakes to chocolate cakes.”
“But Murmur has a plan, right?”
As soon as I heard Esme’s words, I nodded.
We can’t just make any dessert that comes to mind today.
It’s important to impress Lady Jepar.
It might be a bit cliché, but I plan to make a dessert filled with memories between Lady Jepar and her beloved daughter.
“Murmur will make pancakes today. And also cookies. And… pudding too.”
“That’s a lot to make?!”
“Yes, but I have to. Only then can I persuade Lady Jepar.”
I was also surprised like Esme at first, but these three are important.
These three must be on one plate to persuade Lady Jepar.
“Pancakes… cookies… pudding… I think Murmur can make them well enough.”
“Oh~hohoho! If Murmur struggles, I’ll help in any way I can, so don’t worry too much!”
With Citrine and Nicasia supporting me, there’s nothing to fear.
“Then, Murmur. How about starting with the pudding?”
“Yes, Murmur also wants to make pudding first. But I don’t know the recipe.”
“Hohoho! Don’t worry about that! I’ll teach you everything from start to finish!”
Citrine nodded and brought a large mixing bowl and a basket of eggs.
“First, we need to crack the eggs.”
“Separate the yellow and white parts, right?”
“Yes~ As expected of Murmur!”
Citrine lightly tapped an egg on the mixing bowl and skillfully split it in half, separating the yolk and white.
“Yes, Murmur will try. How many should I do?”
“Considering the possibility of failure, 10 should be enough.”
“Okay. Quickly… quickly…”
What, isn’t this easy?
Why isn’t it cracking when I hit it with my hand?
Is this the best I can do?!
“Ugh… The egg is tormenting Murmur…”
“Murmur, how about hitting it a bit harder?”
— Crack!
“Ah! You hit it too hard?!”
“Murmur just did as Esme said.”
“Who puts magic into cracking an egg?!”
“Since it’s Murmur’s first time cooking today, it can’t be helped. Stay still.”
Nicasia took out a white handkerchief and wiped the eggshell and liquid off my hand.
Egg whites feel weirder than I thought. Despite looking clear, as Nicasia diligently wiped with the handkerchief, it strangely stuck to my skin and felt sticky, making it oddly uncomfortable.
It also stretches like a thread, which is totally not cool.
“Your hand isn’t hurt, is it?”
“No, Murmur doesn’t get hurt by this.”
“You can easily crack the egg if you just relax a bit.”
Thinking about it, Nicasia is better at controlling her strength than anyone else in the Academy, right?
“It would be good if Nicasia teaches me.”
“Are you really asking me? Murmur?”
“Yes, hold Murmur’s hand and teach me.”
I can’t keep breaking eggs endlessly.
“O-okay! Here. I’ll hold your hand like this. Murmur.”
Nicasia, with a warmth and maturity unbelievable for a fifth-grade elementary student, placed her hand over mine.
The princess’s hand is surprisingly soft. Does she use lotion or something? It’s incredibly soft and fluffy.
“Hold the egg gently like this. Right… Murmur’s hand is small, soft, and cute, but if you hit it as hard as before, you can crack the egg, right?”
“Yes, Murmur can crack it enough.”
“But when cooking, you don’t need to use that much strength.”
Nicasia gently stroked my wrist and the back of my hand with her index and middle fingers.
Is it because of the demon’s hand? Unlike Nicasia’s soft hand, mine is quite rough, like a stone.
But sorry, Nicasia. Today, I must make the dessert properly to learn cooking skills and persuade Lady Jepar.
“Just hold the egg very gently. Murmur.”
“Like this?”
“Yes, well done. And…”
Nicasia pressed close enough that I could feel her heartbeat against my back.
It must not be easy to teach how to crack a small egg with such small hands.
…Or is it because I’m a demon, and there’s something instinctually unpleasant?
“You don’t need to crack the egg in one hit. Here, like this, tap tap… Just enough to make a crack…”
“Like this? Tap tap?”
Following Nicasia’s wrist, I gently tapped the egg on the table.
“It cracked! Nicasia.”
“Right? Once it starts to crack, you can pull it apart like tearing paper.”
— Drip drip!
“Look. Murmur did it thanks to Nicasia!”
“Murmur did well on your own.”
“But Citrine separated the white and yellow parts. Murmur should do that too, right?”
“Hmm~ It might be hard for Murmur to separate without getting shell from the start. How about using a spoon to separate?”
“Like scooping soup, just the yellow part?”
“That’s right… Ouch!?”
Nicasia, who was hugging me from behind, suddenly flinched and covered her butt with both hands.
“Ci, Citrine? Why are you doing that all of a sudden?”
“Are you really asking because you don’t know? Murmur is not a child.”
Citrine, making a cute snort, pulled me out of Nicasia’s embrace and held me tightly.
Why did she suddenly pinch Nicasia’s butt?
“Don’t fight, you two.”
“We’re not planning to fight! Nicasia just cheated.”
“Wh, what did I cheat on? Murmur just asked for help.”
“…I won’t forgive you if you take advantage of Murmur’s pure heart.”
What’s this? What are they talking about?
If I leave them alone, they’ll start another strange argument.
“Citrine! Citrine! Murmur wants to keep making pudding. This time, Citrine teaches me.”
“Ah, understood. I’ll teach you the most important part of making pudding now, so come here.”
Citrine, contrary to her words, grabbed my waist and pulled me tightly towards her.
Phew, that’s a relief. This way, they won’t fight!
“You’re not acting like that on purpose, are you?”
Watching the interactions between Citrine and Murmur, Murmur and Nicasia.
Esme, who was observing the events between the three, kept recalling the contents of a novel she had read a few days ago and tilted her head in confusion.
