Translated by Jyzciel

I'm now living in the countryside for 49 days.

It seems the dinner party with the neighboring country went well. His Majesty sent a personal thank-you letter, and a beautifully decorated set of dishes was delivered to my house.

It was quite well-received, and the treaty appears to be in their favor. Wait, it was such an important bilateral meeting? I thought it would be more casual.

The hamburger was well-received, but the praise for the pancakes was extraordinary. Although neighboring countries also had cakes, they were mostly mushy.

From the information, they were likely pound cakes.

However, the appearance of pancakes that are so fluffy, warm, and soft left a profound impression on the ambassadors of the neighboring country.

I can picture the triumphant face of the hawk beastman gentleman who nodded while watching that scene. Eating pancakes with butter, jam, and honey also seemed like a novel way to them.

For some reason, a Pancake Mix Research Team was formed. They want to export the powder and recipes to other countries as their national dish in the future.

Oh no! The influence I brought in this otherworld is getting too much! It's turning into a national project. It's scary... too scary.

Don't use the power of the country for this! It's too serious! Seriously.

But, it seems finding baking powder is still a challenge. Despite being begged too much, I only gave them one box, but they said they started analyzing it with first-rate wizards to understand its composition.

I don't think it's made of dangerous ingredients, though. It's food, you know? It's a pity that the wizards are doing such things even though they didn't become wizards for that purpose.

I vaguely remember seeing that baking powder is made from a mixture of baking soda, cream of tartar, and ammonium carbonate, but I have no idea what that means.

Anyway, its role is to make the dough fluffy! It works by reacting with moisture to generate carbon dioxide gas, which causes the dough to rise. Was that right? I don't know.

When the hawk beastman gentleman reported this with a triumphant face, I couldn't stop sweating. Even though they report it proudly, as a commoner... no, as a resident of another world, it hurts my heart a bit.

Feeling somewhat distant, I looked at the courtyard, and there were the knights of the Royal Guard. It's not an apology, but let's treat the Royal Guards, who had been chewed up by our guard dogs, with onigiri and kaarage. Because once again, my Shiba Inu dogs, including Schnappy, had been roughed up by them.

Considering this, the elite soldiers led by Chronos in the First Knights are truly strong... Everyone, please keep up the good work a little longer!

For now, I asked the kitchen staff to refrain from going on to my house, so I think peaceful days will come.

However... It was requested that, even once a month, I present sweets to His Majesty.

My house is not a patisserie though...

I'm not in the mood...

Starting with a diner, then that name forest bakery...

There was a time when I was misunderstood as a restaurant serving delicious egg dishes, and now I'm afraid I'll be certified as a patisserie!

Let's not underestimate the forest's information network. Rumors spread quickly.

Even though, this house is just a private residence!!

I hope they keep that in mind.

Rather than that, Mr. Falcon Beastman, you really want to indulge in sweets, don't you? Even now, with cream on his beard, he joyfully savors a slice of shortcake.

His wings on his back flutter open and shut.

"Lady Rinsakura, about the shortcake-"

"No! I won't give you anymore." I replied with a teasing tone, shaking my head.

"..." He wore a face as if it were the end of the world.

However, I couldn't give in. There was no end to it.

Well, he looked pitiful, so as a souvenir, I gave him five whole shortcakes and three chocolate cakes, along with ten Mont Blancs and twenty custard puddings.

I had prepared them in a hurry when he hinted at it yesterday evening. It was the right decision. Otherwise, he probably wouldn't have left satisfied.

Thanks to that, my arm is slightly strained with those thousand eggs I cracked.

"Oh! This is appreciated. His Majesty will be delighted." He said happily and left with a satisfied expression.

I also secretly gave a cookie assortment to the members of the Royal Guard. They all had hungry tiger faces.

When it comes to sweets, Mr. Falcon Beastman is incredibly strict. The other Royal Guard won't likely get a taste. It was too harsh to watch them in front of him without giving them anything. So, it's forgivable to give a cookie assortment to a few members of the Royal Guard.

When they received it, all their ears swayed excitedly. It was quite cute. Their faces were stern, though. Their animal ears almost fell over with joy, but they desperately kept them perked up.

Seems like they really wanted to eat them seriously...

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