The next morning. As soon as I opened my eyes, I called him up and headed to the next room where Kyle was staying. I was the first to arrive, and he jumped up to welcome me, as if he had been waiting for me.
"Let's get out."
Apparently, he was worried that I wasn't in good shape yesterday. He strode over and grabbed my arm, pulling me along.
"What do you mean?"
"I'll feed you something delicious."
No, even though I was careful to eat and eat, I'm not a person who falls for delicious food. I was grumpy for no reason, so I put pressure on my heel and held on.
"I heard that there was a festival to celebrate the engagement. It is famous for its acacia flower fritters and baked potatoes."
No, I mean. Who's going to eat...
...But what is acacia flower tempura? Just by hearing the name, you can imagine the fragrant and crunchy taste.
"There are stir-fried noodles with lamb on top."
Udon noodles would be delicious.
"Flat cakes decorated with fruits and chocolates..."
Do they sell cakes? After all, the capital is different. In the North, it was mainly fried foods that were a little greasy. Well, there wouldn't be a café on the street, so they had to sell bread like that.
"Squeeze the oranges yourself..."
"Let's go, we don't have time."
He said that even the ghost who died after eating it was fine. Okay! They are all trying to eat and live. It's not that you follow it with your mouth watering. Never.
After all, I had to walk around the neighborhood a little bit to get a sense of the atmosphere, and I had to soothe Kyle, who would have been anxious in my absence... First, let's fill our stomachs and think about it.
Kyle led me through this complicated alley as if he had been there dozens of times. It wasn't until I held a large slice of fried noodles with fried acacia flowers in one hand and roast lamb in the other that I realized he had inspected this market street for me.
'That's why he said it in such detail.'
I expected it at first glance, but it was more moving than I expected.
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Well, why? Don't make that kind of face for nothing.
Suddenly I had a strange misgiving, so I eagerly ate the food Kyle gave me. Like a person who is preoccupied with food, not to mention fried and pretzel sweets, orange juice and candy...
"Huh? Fresh cream..."
I stopped eating the cake Kyle handed me and looked down at my plate. To be precise, I stared at the cream on top of the round bread. The fluffy, white milk cream tasted exactly what I remembered. The cool, sweet taste hovered pleasantly in my mouth and then soaked in.
Yes, this is whipped cream. The cream in the North was sour, and it was more like sour cream than fresh cream.
"This is it, whipped cream!"
I spun around, and Kyle protected me with his arms so I wouldn't bump into the others, leading me to a secluded place.
"Yes."
"Yes, no. Try this. Because it tastes different?"
Kyle looked at my plate with a suspicious look on his face and sniffed. Do you know by the smell, it's cream? You have to eat it yourself. I clicked my tongue and used my fork to scoop a lot of cake, and put it to his mouth.
"Hurry up and eat it. This is the real thing."
He thought about it for a moment and then took the whipped cream. Then, more than I expected, he frowned slightly.
"...Do you like this?"
"It's delicious."
It's just as cozy and sweet as a cloud. It's even stranger that you don't like this delicious food. I nodded and started eating the cake again, and Kyle looked at me and the cake in a serious way.
"Yes. I like this."
"Yes."
"Good."
Then, with a solemn face that would no longer be in the world, he called out to the soldiers who were following him, a few steps away from us.
"Yes, Your Highness!"
"Did you call me?"
"What about you..."
Kyle adjusted his sword and walked to the cake stand. The knights followed Kyle with a serious face, and I, who was eating cake, intervened in the gap. Only the shopkeeper, who didn't know English, looked up at Kyle, trembling like an aspen tree.
"Take the interest."
"Hey, Your Highness. What did I do wrong... So, can you tell me?"
"Right now."
"..."
Kyle continued seriously.
"Go and learn the secret of making whipped cream."
"...Yes?"
"It would be great if you could take him to the North. But you may have a family, so follow the owner's wishes."
"Yes, Your Highness."
"You must not interfere with your business..."
Kyle then rummaged through his pockets with his unswordsmanged hand and held out a few gold coins.
"I'll pay for this. I'm going to buy all the cakes on this stand."
"..."
The hesitant shopkeeper looked at Kyle and me, not sure whether to be afraid or happy.
...It's useless to look at me. I just told him that the whipped cream was delicious.
"Serve me respectfully."
"Yes, Your Highness!"
One minute. Is this just because I like it and want to learn how to cook it? I looked up at Kyle as if to confirm his intentions. He was also looking at me, so our eyes met.
"Didn't you say you liked him?"
That's right. When you look at him like this, he's friendly. His face looks like a world of bluntness.
"Yes, I like it."
I grinned at him and walked forward. Bastard, you're cute. What should I take care of? Come to think of it, whenever I bought something at the market, it was usually only in my hands.
By the way, what kind of food does Kyle like? Is this also in the original work? Knowing what you like will help you when you go out with them. I never thought of recognizing this.
'Hey, system. What does Kyle like? Or, what... I think it's okay to know how they react when they see something they like.'
[Kyle Jane Meinhardt blushes when he sees something he likes!]
Reddening your ears? If you look at what you like...
"..."
At that moment, Kyle turned his head slightly away from me. His cheeks and nape were white, and the tips of his ears were subtly reddened. Could it be that he blushed when he saw me? For what? What did I do? I don't think I said much...
Oh, boy.
"Yes, I like it."
...Oh, really?
Considering the situation and context, there is nothing more misleading than peanuts. I didn't mean it that way, but it's really ridiculous.
...Okay. Admittedly. I know what he said, and he's sure to know what he heard.
"..."
There was an awkward silence. Kyle was fiddling with the nape of his neck, and I patted my shoes on the floor.
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Even just standing across from each other, my happiness was piling up like snow. I looked up and opened my mouth impulsively. I wanted to call him by name. So I wanted to meet her gaze and see that formless thing again.
However, I couldn't say anything. The courage was drained so quickly that it seemed that there was not a single drop left. I didn't know if it was awkward or embarrassing.
He was silent again for a few seconds.
"It's about to start!"
"Let's hurry up, it's going to be late."
"This is the first time I've seen Tete. Hurry up!"
The children who were running from a distance brushed us away. It seemed to be heading towards the square. I saw not only children but also adults walking around. Is there some kind of great spectacle?
It was difficult to keep facing that nameless emotion, so I turned my attention to the bustle that came at the right time, as if I were running away. Fortunately, one of the only remaining attendants explained what was going on.
"Ahead of His Highness Belial's engagement ceremony, puppet shows are popular among the common people. A famous clown comes out and puts on a play with elaborate puppets."
"Is that so?"
I've never seen a performance before. I didn't have time to go to the cinema even in the world, so I would go to sleep crumpled on the sofa every time I was at home rummaging through the last movie.
"Shall we go see it too?"
It was a light offer. That question alone made the atmosphere that was static become quite natural. Kyle crossed his arms and replied.
"You seem to have plenty of time today."
"Yes, well, I just happened to see it."
He didn't think about it for long. Maybe I didn't feel like I had to worry about it.
Kyle held out his hand to me.
"Branches."
It was as if he was going to escort me. It's not that I'm wearing uncomfortable shoes or dresses, and it's not that I'm surrounded by aristocrats who are obsessed with etiquette.
I looked at Kyle's hand for a moment, then smiled and clasped it. I had a strange premonition. I have a feeling that I will be holding his hand a lot in the future. And instead of releasing it, I want to grasp it tightly.
"If you lose your hand, I'll get lost."
He said with a stern expression, and he laughed silently. "Yes," I said, and I liked the answer, so I clasped his hand even harder. I thought that the scenery where he is now is a sweet reward for my hard work.