After finishing dinner, Evelia brought a bowl of marshmallows to the reception room and sat on a plush chair.

Arcan and Cedric, along with the knights of Artina, filed into the reception room one after the other and took their seats.

Evelia wanted to say something right away.

That the villain had infiltrated the secret base. That he had demanded regular offerings of food. That he had glared menacingly while calling her a rascal.

And that she had thrown a snowball and run away, but she was worried that he might kick her backside the next time they met…

But she knew very well that if she did, she would be banned from the hut and the secret base.

And from what she saw today, it didn’t seem like he would cause harm despite his unpleasantness.

Once she grew a little more and learned swordsmanship and spirit magic, she would get back at him splendidly.

While staring at Arcan, Evelia voiced a resolution that seemed out of place to others.

“Brother, I’m going to become stronger.”

While gently patting his proclaiming sister’s head, Arcan responded, “Yes, yes.”

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The next morning, Evelia crept back down to the kitchen. Was the chef busy?

“Miss? Are you hungry?”

Seto, the largebodied chef, asked with a kind smile.

“No, uh… Is Seto busy?”

Feeling embarrassed about asking for something during the busy morning time, Evelia cautiously tried to gauge his mood.

“Hehehe Not at all, Miss! Serving you is my highest priority!”

With a hearty laugh that resembled a bear’s, Seto responded.

“Well, then, could you… knead some dough for me…! I’ll fill it!”

If only the dough was provided, the miss would stuff it herself.

Whether it was the kitchen or the room, it was clear that a mess would be made, but serving the miss was more important than the resulting cleanup.

While Seto was making the dough, Evelia, making the most of her small stature, tiptoed towards the pantry.

After fumbling around here and there, she finally found chili sauce, soy sauce, mustard, and tucked them snugly into her teddy bear bag with an evil grin.

“Undine!”

[…What’s in that ominous bag, my little chick?]

“Shush! Take this to my room. It’s a very sweet resource.”

[It’s not a resource, it’s an ingredient. You’re not going to cause another mishap, are you?]

“Ingredient. Ingredient. No mishaps!”

[Sigh……. I’ll take it to your room, but repeat ‘ingredient’ five times.]

Undine had also taken on the role of Evelia’s vocabulary teacher lately. There really was no limit to her jobs.

Evelia, having repeated ‘ingredient’ five times, cautiously reached out to take the dough Seto had prepared.

“Miss? You’re not going to make it here?”

Seto asked as if he found it strange, but Evelia had a compelling reason to bake the bread in her room.

“No, no. Seto and the other chefs are busy here. I’ll make it in my room!!”

The little chick’s plan was meticulous.

If all the dough vanished, Seto might find it strange, so she had to bake a few normal pieces of bread to give to Seto, her dad, mom, and brothers.

And so, she carefully shaped the dough with her tiny hands. She rolled the dough into round balls and pressed a small hole in the center.

Five pieces of bread filled to the brim with chili sauce, five pieces of bread stuffed full of mustard, and five pieces of bread thoroughly soaked with soy sauce.

These she made to look like ordinary bread on the outside, and with the remaining ten, she made normal bread for her family.

“Perfect!!”

The bread that would become a devil’s delight was shaped beautifully round.

After shaping the bread, she squeezed fresh lemons picked by Undine into an empty glass bottle.

As she watched the young contractor prepare various strange breads and a juice that was undrinkable in her quest for revenge against the boy who had stolen food from the secret base, Undine sighed deeply.

Until meeting this contractor, Undine hadn’t known. That spirits could sigh too.

[You know…… chick, how about we do something more productive than this?]

“I’m doing something! Revenge on the thief!! Blood and iron!!”

[Iron, not wire.]

“Iron!”

Revenge on the thief, blood and iron.

She had no idea where she picked up such phrases.

Ignoring Undine’s nagging, Evelia carefully placed the shaped dough on a tray and took it downstairs.

“Seto, can you bake these for me?”

“Oh my, Miss, you’ve shaped them as beautifully as your hair!”

The Undine whirling around overheard the words and smirked.

Indeed. Our chick’s head seems filled with more of hot pepper paste than productive things.

Evelia loitered in front of the oven while the bread was baking.

Well, bake perfectly, you devil’s bread!

About 30 minutes later, Seto took out the bread pan.

Carefully warned by Seto not to touch it because it was hot, Evelia nodded in acknowledgment, then set about distinguishing the bread for the family from the bread for the food thief,

“……how about……?”

I don’t know. I have no idea which bread has the hot pepper paste in it and which bread is properly baked.