The fuss wasn’t just among the servants.

Babito, who came to the restaurant with me, was also surprised enough to widen his eyes.

“Do you really taste it?”

Kashar was silent about this.

But it could be seen from the empty plate, without a trace of sauce left.

The fact that his taste responded to this great food.

“A miracle, a miracle has happened!”

The first to shout was Babito. The other servants welled up with tears at this.

“The young lady has performed a miracle!”

‘Young lady?’

I froze, unable to adapt to the situation, causing more of a commotion.

“Indeed, your lover can do anything!”

“How did this miracle happen! We respect you, Miss Aileen!”

“Miss, please take me as your apprentice!”

It was a complete uproar, from the servants to the head chef.

My face turned into a burning peach in an instant due to the unending cheers.

‘I, I’m just a fake lover!’

Your master will later fall in love at first sight with someone else.

I have to introduce a new woman to prevent a bad ending….

‘Am I the young lady?’

Ding Ding Ding!

I heard the illusion of wedding bells in my head.

Me in a pure white dress, Kashar in a tuxedo, and even the flower children.

‘Having a son and a daughter.’

Truly, a cheerful family.

A fleeting vision was a wonderland of dreams and love.

‘No, no. I’m just a supporting character. Calm down.’

I seemed to have painted a too extravagant future.

Even if Kashar doesn’t fall in love with the heroine, it won’t be me but another woman.

That’s an unwritten rule.

In an instant, my mouth dried up, and my mind began to return to reality.

‘Hold on.’

Even considering the surrounding compliments, something caught me.

‘Kashar can’t taste?’

He had not held back praise for the breakfast I first served, and the second meal of makgeolli and kimchi pancakes.

“Hold on. What do you mean Kashar can’t taste….”

“Stop.”

The noisy atmosphere ended with Kashar’s single word.

“Aileen, I’m done eating. Let’s play with us now!”

“There are lots of fascinating things in the box in my room. I want to show them to you.”

“Oh, yes? Just a moment……!”

I was led away by the children’s hands without a chance to catch my breath.

Kashar, watching me, waved his hand lightly.

“I had a good breakfast.”

I let that single sentence slip by as I left the restaurant with the twins.

That night after finishing childcare.

‘Finally alone.’

I dragged my tired body back to my room.

I collapsed on the bed, but my mind was still noisy.

Of course, all the trouble was with Kashar.

‘He lost his sense of taste?’

The truth I heard from Dracu was utterly shocking.

Kashar had been unable to taste since some time ago. It was a fact known to everyone in the castle.

‘Was he lying all this time?’

I thought of him enjoying my food all this while.

Even expressing the taste, was that all an act?

My stomach churned, and eventually, my heart began to ache.

Why do I feel so down?

I curled up, hugging my pillow.

‘…… What’s with the clause demanding I cook.’

The reason Kashar had not been eating was that he had lost his sense of taste.

But that would be the same even if he ate my cooking.

Why did he make such a condition?

‘I don’t know.’

Though I had reincarnated as a supporting character, I began to notice differences from what was described in the original work.

I wanted to ask, but Kashar didn’t show up for lunch or dinner either.

I was gloomy, lost in thought when it happened.

Knock, knock.

I turned my body at the sound of the knock.

‘Who is it? The children?’
Perhaps it was Astral fatigue.

Her movements were lackluster, without a spark of energy.

When she opened the door.

“Who… Kashar?”

“Hello.”

He, who had troubled her all day, was standing in the hallway.

Seeing the face she had thought about all day, she felt somewhat sullen.

“What’s the matter?”

“I came to ask you on a date.”

At my brusque question, Kashar smiled.

I glanced at the extended hand, and finally placed mine over it.

He began to wander the dark corridor, holding my hand.

“Where are we going?”

“To the most intact place in this castle.”

Was there a normal space in this castle other than my twin siblings’ room?

I eyed him suspiciously, and our eyes met.

I slowly lowered my eyes. I was a scaredycat, weak to beauty and terror.

The place we headed to, going down the long stairs, was an unfamiliar back door. It was connected to the outside.

The moon was bright. Its pale light illuminated the yellow flowers.

But the shape of the flowers seemed familiar.

“Moonferes?”

“You know this flower?”

I awkwardly answered his question that seemed surprised.

“Just the name, really.”

Just the name? I knew the backstory very well, both about that flower and Kashar.

‘It’s the flower Bibiana loved.’

She loved it so much that before she went mad, all the flowers in the Empress’s palace were covered with Moonferes.

Perhaps influenced by that, Kashar was fond of Moonferes too.