“Is that so.”
I found myself longing for the North, strangely enough.
In my past life, I had been to the North. After Arcadia’s death, I went there to kill his successor, Brandt Ofellet, and disband the Knights’ Order.
Back then, I achieved my goal.
But now, I’m heading there to protect the North.
A tiny hope sprouts in a heart that doesn’t deserve happiness. My heart races.
Mobius declared enthusiastically,
“Let’s find something you can do well, Estelle!”
“Gosh!”
I froze, holding a huge piece of radish. Pale-faced Mobius trembled, pointing at the radish I had sliced.
“Are you trying to kill this radish? I said to chop it coarsely, but if you smash it this finely, what am I supposed to do with it? This precious radish, meant to add a refreshing taste to a warm soup, turned to powder!”
“I’m sorry. I thought making it easier to chew would be better.”
“There’s no one in the Knights’ Order with dentures! No one’s missing teeth either!”
Mobius, looking despondent, ran off with the radish I had sliced, or rather, crushed. He then tossed it into a giant paper box that reached the tent’s ceiling.
“Are you throwing it away?”
“No, reviving it. Though I’m not sure if it’ll work. I’ve never tried to restore an ingredient so brutally damaged.”
“…”
A moment later, the box’s door opened. Inside was the revived radish half.
How is this possible?
Stunned, I turned to Mobius.
“Aha, as expected of Adrian.”
“Is this magic?”
“Magic, indeed. This isn’t just any box; it’s a magical refrigerator that restores spoiled ingredients. Light as paper, easy to carry, and essential on the battlefield.”
Fascinating.
Mobius suggested,
“Since you seem to lack talent in preparing ingredients, how about grilling steaks?”
I nodded vigorously.
I was confident in grilling meat.
To survive as an assassin, I often had to camp out and cook hunted animals over a fire, even in desolate places.
Grilling should be easy…
“Gosh!”
Mobius cried out again.
The steaks for the knights were larger than I expected, making it challenging to cook them evenly. The grill’s heat was also different from an outdoor campfire.
In the end, I burnt a large piece of steak to a crisp.
The steak went back to the magical refrigerator, but it couldn’t be fully restored.
“I’m sorry.”
“It can’t be helped. I’ll have to eat it after trimming off the burnt parts,” Mobius said with a disappointed face.
“No! I will eat it. It’s my fault.”
I couldn’t bear the thought of Mobius eating it on my behalf. I quickly snatched the blackened steak from his hand.
If I had been a normal princess, I would have referred to the Northern knights as my people. One of their precious meals was ruined by me. I felt guilty.
Watching me, Colonel Mobius muttered to himself.
“Estelle, what can I assign you to do? Fetching water might be too hard.”
“I can do it.”
“That, that’s alright. You don’t have to right now. We’ve fetched plenty. Serving… might that be too much?”
“I can do it! And that… what about slicing large meats with a knife? I can use a sword well, so…”
“A kitchen knife and a sword are different. We can’t waste good meat.”
Mobius spoke firmly.
Eventually, I was assigned to serving.
The evening menu included goose steak and a vegetable soup with radish to aid digestion.
Together with Mobius and another soldier, I managed to carry over a hundred dishes filled with food.
Fortunately, my strength and core power as a Sword Master allowed me to carry multiple plates without spilling a drop of soup.
Mobius seemed pleased with my performance.
“We’ve found your talent.”
The last place to deliver food was the Duke’s tent.
It was a specially prepared course meal by Mobius.
“The Duke has been weakened by poison. We must serve it warm and fresh.”
Steamy special vegetable soup. A steak tenderly cooked at low temperatures by Mobius. And a dessert made from precious fruits, rare on the battlefield.
I followed Mobius, carrying various dishes, to the Duke’s tent. Arcadia stood outside. He asked:
“The food was prepared by Colonel Mobius, right?”
“Yes, as always.”
Arcadia glanced at me and then called into the tent.
“Your Grace, may I bring in the food?”
“Did Mobius come alone?”
The Duke’s voice was heard. Mobius replied.
“It’s me and that Estelle girl. You asked her to serve, remember? Oh, and if you have any laundry, please hand it over.”
“Come in.”
Arcadia reluctantly opened the tent entrance.
I followed Mobius inside.
A small, portable stove emitted a warm light in one corner of the vast green carpet.
It was a spacious tent.
On the opposite side of the stove was a white birch desk laden with numerous documents. It seemed like the Duke’s workspace.
Next to the desk was a neatly arranged long bed.
The Duke stood leaning against the desk, dressed in casual clothes rather than his silver armor.
We set the food on the long table at the center of the tent. Even after finishing the setup, Mobius remained standing beside the table, so I too stayed by his side.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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