My sister-in-law has become a brave man.

Day 8 of the Other World

Go to the kitchen (kitchen) in the morning to continue yesterday.

I no longer had to hide the color of my hair and eyes, so for now, I was just dressed in made-up clothes and walking around and Vincent found me and said, "Are you going to be a made-up?" She asked.

No. I'm already going to have a ton of trouble.

That, of course, I won't say.

He convinced me when I told him about the confectionery making, but I'd introduce him to a good place if he really wanted to do a maid of honor, and he said seriously, so I laughed and misled him as I thanked him.

Nice guy.

When I went to the kitchen, there were more cooks, merchants and spectators than yesterday, and the ingredients were abundantly picked up, and I asked a strong chef like Godfather in the movies, "What are you doing today?!" He asked me with great impetus and pulled a little.

So while I don't think I specialize in eating, I started doing it myself, so shut up and start working.

Pudding

Is that a financier?

Cookies.

Doesn't that look like a cake?

Etc...

Just say a recipe that you remember, or come up with some ideas, and the motivated cooks move around to fly all over the frivolous kitchen, making one interesting thing after another.

I used to move my hands at first too, but the main thing was to taste what was made and talk about how to improve it, and talk about the material with the merchants.

It's fat.

I need to exercise something.

Speaking of which, the merchants are badly fed.

I'm just explaining what's in the original world, but it seems that the use of that material and the idea are rare in this world.

One merchant said, "Would you please come as our advisor for the duration of your stay here? He offered," and so on, and I thanked him and tried to say no, "Then we'd love to!" I even said it out to other merchants, so it became a lot of noise.

No, so, we're gonna have a ton of trouble.

Oh, my God, I can't tell you.

While thanking you, I politely declined my intended offer in anticipation of my interests.

A prototype was served for lunch dessert that made it look good.

Heavenly Sound was pleased with the delicious treat, and I was satisfied to eat with it, but before I knew it, the king and queen were also eating it.

I was quietly annoyed when the prince told me that it was "delicious" at dinner.

The queen is fine, but the king.

I didn't make it for Omae.

There are more reasons for darkness.

Phew...

Not yet, cancer.

Night.

This is where we start today.

I dragged her to the room early to turn off the lights so she could magically disguise herself as if she were still in the room.

Because the eyes of the surveillance are on until night.

Ah. Thank you for your hard work.

I think the author of the [bloody guidebook Bloody Grimoire] is pretty bad in character, but there was also some eye-catching magic that made a simple copy of himself to mislead his absence and make it invisible to others, so I don't hesitate to use it to go underground in the castle.

I wandered around day after day, so I have more or less an idea of which part of the castle is obscure.

Cross the “darkness” into the hidden passage, use your perverted eyes to find a magically sealed room, and break in again.

"Ooh. Hits?"

It was a dusty library that was spotted lightly.

It seems like a lot of things have been left out for a long time, but it does seem to be a [forgotten forbidden library].

The maids' suspicious conversation helps.

But.

"... I can't read it"

Most of the books here are not [enchanted runes].

I came to Kossoli with care so that no one would find out.

I'm gonna be disappointed.

"Can't you do it?"

Let's do something about the letters later, let's just have it.

And I created a subspace, and threw into it all the books that were in the library.

Because I can't tell what matters and what doesn't matter.

In the meantime, that concludes our walk of the night.

I went back to my room and slept.