Chapter 123 – Chapter 117 – Never Make an Elf Angry (5)

Hernán felt frustrated.

Sweat drips from his forehead like rain, and his hands are dirty to the point of being miserable.
Maybe the face too.

“Why…”

He pondered why things hadn’t worked out the way he wanted, and looked at the horrific sight before his eyes.

“It is so, so terrible…”

Potty, who had followed Hernán, could not properly follow his words.
He just nodded and stretched out his hand.

“Seo, could it be El? That?”

“I will still taste the consequences of my mistakes.”

Hernán put what was in his hand into his mouth with a determined expression.

Write and muddy
The smell was so unpleasant that I couldn’t even guess what the raw material was.

In the end, he put down something he couldn’t tell if it was a snack or something.

Yes.
His confectionery was indeed a disastrous failure.

When reconciling with Marina, he decided to give Silnia a cookie to use to lighten the mood.
He couldn’t make sweets with Marina, who, of course, would receive the gift, so Hernan tried to make them alone.

Hernan had his own dexterity and cooking experience, so he seemed to have no problem.
Contrary to expectations, however, confectionery was a completely different area from general cooking.

“Can’t we just throw it away?”

He seemed to want to somehow make up for the insult he received yesterday, and it seemed difficult for Potty, who had been following Hernán, to praise even this.
Even the children Potty had brought seemed to regard them as something more like toys than food.

“It’s a pity, but I can’t help it.”

Hernán nodded and swept the failed cookie into the trash can on the floor.

If this is the case, it is doubtful whether it will be possible to deliver snacks to Silnia within this week, not today or tomorrow.

Hernan smiled bitterly and felt that he should prepare another present.
It would be funny if the reconciliation date was postponed because I couldn’t make the sweets for reconciliation.

But there was nothing really suitable.

If this is outside, you can get various things, but there is nothing you can get here except for the supplies that the demons put in.

In the end, it should be something a child would like and be able to make right away, and snacks that fit the conditions were perfect.

Or a simple toy.

Hernán remembered a woman who was good at both of these things.

She cooks better than Marina, and has delicate hands.
Besides, the production speed is fast.

However, the dishes or things she makes tended to feel pretty steamy, to me as her Hernán and to me as the other woman.

The woman who was already in front of Hernan got sick of that dish.

“Yeah, but why are you making sweets?”

Hernan turned her attention to Poti.
She was glancing at Hernán’s ring finger of her right hand, where the ring made by her own son was.

Hernan let go of that gaze and answered simply.

“To give the kids.”

It is not wrong to say that it was transmitted to Lenny through Silnia.
It would be better if you make a lot and give it to other kids.

“As you can see, it failed.”

When Hernán laughed awkwardly, Potty smiled as well.

“Coo, how about some cookies? It looks easier to make than I thought.”

At the word cookie, Hernán took special care not to shake her expression.

The fact that Carine fed Potty a dangerous cookie is a fact that the person who actually ate it did not know.

Potty, who is already timid and easily excited, doesn’t know what he will do if he learns the truth of the incident.
There is even the possibility of claiming terrible retaliation.

It could be simply a physical or verbal attack.
But what if Potty was fed something as dangerous as Carine did?

If Potty, who is well versed in alchemy and has the facilities to demonstrate her skills, sets her mind to it, it will be easy for her to inflict intense pain on Karine.

Therefore, not only Hernan but also Silnia decided to remain silent about the incident.
As Silnia is half an accomplice, she shuts up all the easier.

“Cookies… Good. I know how to make it to some extent, so I’ll try it.”

Hernan smiled naturally and nodded to Potty.
She had a happy face because she was of help to Hernán.

“Come on, shall we make it together? Maybe alchemy and cooking are similar realms!”

“Well…”

Hernán poured the flour on the table again, feeling strongly that he would probably fail again.

* * *

Hernán felt that although her body wasn’t very tired, she felt mentally exhausted.
That’s what she is. She’s had another failure, so it’s understandable.

He was silent when he saw the cookie that looked like a lump of charcoal from hell.

Poti went up to wash his children as they were covered in flour in the middle, so Hernán alone had to endure this miserable situation.

“Under… It would be better to just talk.”

Or give something like a flower ornament that children often make these days.
Hernán went upstairs, wondering if Forty was still washing the kids in the bathroom.

It was when he opened the door to Karine’s special room, checking her body that was all messed up with flour.

“What?”

A woman’s voice surprised by the sudden encounter.
He ran into Karine who was just about to enter the studio.

“Hernan…”

Carine, holding her twins, looked at Hernan, who was not her horse, vaguely lifted her feet and repeated her lowering.

He looked like he was contemplating whether to go to a painting or draw quietly as usual, or to say hello.

At that time, the girl in Karine’s arms, namely Erina, opened her mouth.

“Dad.”

Her twin brother Elpis, who was next to her, followed her sister and kissed her lips.

“Dad!”

In contrast to the children, Hernán and Karine looked at each other for a moment in silence.
It was Hernan who opened his mouth and moved first in the brief tension.

“Are you here to draw?”

Hernan smiled at her children and walked over to Carine’s side.
Although it was difficult to touch the children because their hands were dirty, they could make the children laugh because their faces were mottled and dirty.

In the meantime, Carine still held her children in her arms with a nervous expression on her face.

“Huh… The kids like it too, so they come often.”

She answered in a quiet tone and scanned Hernán’s entire body.

“What about Hernan? Did she even make bread?”

“I made something similar.”

“… Snack? But you’re not good at making bread or cookies.”

Hearing Karine’s words, she suddenly burst out of the past buried in the past.

By the time the two of them reached an age close to adulthood, they each worked hard to save money.
With that money, I prepared a small space for the two of us.

An empty, worn-out room.
There, the two of them would spend the daytime painting or cooking, while Rain would spend the day.

“Didn’t I waste a lot of flour in the past and eventually cancel the plan to make and sell cookies and make just enough for the two of us to eat?”

At Hernan’s words, Karine’s expression also changed to a feeling of reminiscing about the old days.
The expression strongly evoked a feeling of what she was like before she became her princess, with an impression of her recently softened.

“That’s right. It was quite difficult for me to make sweets with leftovers…”

Karine looked strangely amused for a moment, but she soon withdrew with a bitter tone.

“Anyway, I’ll go. I can’t do that anymore anyway.”

She held the children in her arms who were trying to touch the flour on Hernán’s body.
And she looked at Hernán with a feeling of melancholy and then turned her body.

“For a moment.”

Hernán opened her mouth, involuntarily leaning her body towards the direction she was going.
Carine reacted to the action with her puzzled eyes.

“Hernan?”

Looking at her blue eyes, Hernán wondered why he stopped her.
And she chose her words carefully.

“Can you help me?”

“Am I Hernan?”

“Okay. Carine is me.”

Carine didn’t even think of it at all, only her eyes blinked.
Hernán continued her speech with a soft smile, or rather trying to do so.

“As you recall, I don’t seem to have any talent for young confectionery or baking. I just ate too much.”

A strange color appeared in Karine’s eyes.

“Are you saying I’ll make it for you?”

“No.”

This time she answered a little stiffly.
Her memory of her latest misdeeds was as vivid as her memories of her old days, so it was hard to say anything entirely nice.

Karine also cringed at the reaction, and lowered her head.

“Could I do the laundry or cleaning for you? In the meantime, Hernán is cooking something else…”

“Not even that.”

Hernán stood next to her and moved her steps.
She had her arms draped so lightly on her back that Carine had no choice but to move along.

“Uh? Me, go to the kitchen with me? But I can’t make it either…”

Naturally.
Hernan also doesn’t really want to give someone else the sweets made by Karine, who has already bought something to eat.

However, Hernán still asked Carine to go with him.

“Let’s go for now. Do you think the kids want to do that too?”

Hernán shows her strong will, and the kids keep saying that they are dads, as if having a dad by their side is good.
Karine seemed to have a harder time rejecting it, and she started walking slowly along Hernán.

After passing the long and short stairs, they arrived at the kitchen.

As she watched Hernán spill the batter on the table, she hugged her children tightly.
Hernan looked at her and opened her mouth.

“In front of it.”

Where his finger pointed, there was a charcoal that was highly carbonized and gave off red heat.

“These are the cookies I just made.”

“… You got the temperature wrong.”

At her evaluation, Hernan smiled.

“Okay. You can keep doing that.”

“You want me to do this?”

An expression of wanting to know what it was came to mind on Karine’s face.

“Can I give you instructions while Hernán is making it?”

Instead of answering, he poured warm water and prepared fruit and honey to sweeten it.
Hernán looked at Karine as she was completely ready to start her confectionery.

“Can you help me?”

The hero, no Karine, stood still and just watched it.
Their twins were the only ones moving in her kitchen, as Hernan had been patient with her and had made eye contact with her.

By the time even the children become quiet.
Karine slowly opened her mouth.

“The flour is not poured now, you have to use it over there.”

Hernan nodded and started moving.
Karine also frantically corrected each of Hernán’s actions and gave instructions diligently.

The kitchen was soon filled with the active heat of children and their parents.

* * *

Silnia let out a sigh as she set her sleeping child down in her crib.

As the child gets heavier, it becomes difficult for her to hold it all day.
Perhaps she will soon come to a point where it will be difficult for her to carry more children.

“You’ll get well soon!”

The elf shook his head to shake off the feeling that was about to subside, and looked back at his sleeping son.

She also bears a lot of resemblance to Hernan and herself.
As we grow up, we will become more like each other.

A lovely child as he grows up.
How much better would it be if you could walk on your own like other kids?

Feeling that somehow the feelings she was trying to shake off came rushing back, Silnia pulled herself out of her crib.

The child is also in a deep sleep, so he won’t wake up for another hour or two.
It would be nice for her to spend some time alone.

Right now, Hernan will be busy making presents for you to take with you when you go to apologize to Marina and Lenny, so it would be better for her not to visit.

She’s scheduled to meet tonight anyway.

Silnia stifled her laughter and went out into the living room.
She was about to go to the forest or garden, but stopped in front of the altar in the living room when she suddenly saw it.

The offerings on the altar had disappeared as if someone had removed them.
Usually, as perishable things come up, it’s not strange if someone cleans them up.

“The tribute…”

Of course, not liking the empty altar, Silnia put her hand in her pocket to see if there was anything she could offer as a sacrifice.

Just as she was holding a wild flower in her hand.
It seems that there were some left over from picking them up in the morning and putting them in her pocket.

Remembering Potty, who often offered her rose, Silnia placed it on her altar.

She said, “You’re not complaining that the one you were making in the garden broke, right?”

Silnia murmured softly and prayed to the demon.

It’s not a fancy sentence.
However, the elf’s sincere prayer did not stop and continued to rise.

“It’s not like I broke it. Anyway, I’m really looking forward to fixing my son’s leg, so you’ll be sure to fix it, right?”

“Sylnia.”

Sylnia was startled.
For a moment, I mistakenly thought it was God’s voice, but as soon as the surprise subsided, I realized whose voice it was.

“Ha, sir… You almost fell!”

Silnia glared angrily at her Marina.
Then Marina slightly bowed her head.

“I didn’t mean to surprise you.”

“Okay. So why did you call me? Are you really going to fuck me for praying here?”

Silnia subtly covered her altar with her body.
Marina smiled bitterly and shook her head.

“I won’t touch you, so don’t worry. I just want to talk.”

Her saintess beckoned her.
She was pointing to her room.

“Please talk to me about using the wish ticket.”

“Wish ticket?”

Silnia looked at her with her bewildered face.

“Why? Your right to wish doesn’t need my permission.”

According to the current rank, Silnia, the government rank, needs Marina’s permission to use the right of wish, but in the opposite case, Silnia’s permission is not required.

But why would Marina speak to him with her right to wish?

“I’m not talking about my right to wish.”

Marina hesitated for a moment before she corrected Silnia.

“I’m talking about Silnia’s use of the Right of Wish.”

“Uh?”

Sylnia was terrified for a moment.
She gulped down at the bandages wrapped around Marina’s wrists.

Could it be that this bitch has a grudge against what she knocked down yesterday?
Are you asking for something instead of granting the right to wish?

Maybe a humiliating apology…

Silnia wondered why she did something she would regret every time, and she went towards Marina.

“Stand up, saintess! Because I’m sorry about yesterday…”

“Come in at once.”

Marina glanced at her injured hand and turned around.
Silnia let out a big sigh after looking back at her demon god’s altar behind her.

If Marina ever gets angry, she has no choice but to hold back.
I don’t want to get in the way of fixing my child’s leg.

“Hey, go with me!”

Silnia hurriedly went to Marina’s room, supporting her pregnant belly.