Duke, Please Stop Because it Hurts

This was a recipe that she had found after searching continuously through a book when she thought that she wasn’t able to eat it. Molitia then procured this technique inside of her mind.

“…and I’d like to give some to the Duke later if they are well-baked.” (Molitia)

The butler went abashed as he looked upon her. There was just a hint of bashfulness on her face, but the vigor that he saw for the first time today added more color to her cheeks.

For that reason, the butler couldn’t tell her that ‘the master rarely snacks on sweets.’

She first separated the egg from the yolk and its white. Then, she poured a similar amount of sugar into the egg whites and began to whisk the mixture briskly.

Her hand movements were so swift that the restless chef had ultimately turned pale. With her thin and frail-looking wrists, it might lead to an accident and he would definitely be held responsible.

“Madame, please allow me to help you.” (Chef)

“Thank you.” (Molitia)

Molitia smiled at the chef who approached her. It was quite difficult for her as she still couldn’t coordinate the movements of her hand and neck accordingly. That was why she took advantage of the given opportunity.

“Can you keep whisking it like this? Until it foams up.” (Molitia)

It was quite a demanding task. This was because every time she poured sugar in the center, he had to whisk it back continuously. It would take a considerable amount of time for the mixture to set as a proper meringue.

By the time the chef felt as if his arm had fallen off, she stopped the whisking process. She then put the meringue in a pastry paper and began to pipe it little by little on the tray.

It was easy to shape the mixture thanks to the small cut at the tip of the paper. Petite flowers would bloom on the tray at every movement of her slender hands.

Molitia requested to the chef that the tray should be taken out an hour after being placed in the preheated oven. After she was confident with the chef’s determined answer, Molitia returned to her bedroom.

“I wasn’t aware that you enjoy cooking.” (Gilbert)

“It has become some sort of a habit. I don’t really know many dishes.”

Molitia hid her hands coyly. It wasn’t that good of a memory. In fact, it was actually rare for her to enter the kitchen. She then took a seat in her chair while leaving behind her past.

“Can I have a card ready?” (Molitia)

“What kind of card would you like?” (Gilbert)

“Anything will be fine. I thought that I might surprise him along with the cookies.” (Molitia)

The butler was really happy for his master.

“I will prepare the best for you.” (Gilbert)

She got a call from the kitchen as soon as she had finished with her card and prepared a basket for the cookies. Even before she realized it, the completed array of baked meringue was already placed within her sight.

Molitia selected a cookie and popped it into her mouth. It melted with a rustle as the familiar taste of sweetness spread inside her mouth, which caused her to smile sweetly as well.

“Would you like to try one?” (Molitia)

“May I?” (Gilbert)

“Of course.” (Molitia)

Gilbert did not hesitate to put it into his mouth at Molitia’s words. Even though the sweetness was rather strong at the tip of his tongue, the crisp texture topped it off with a lingering taste.

“How does it taste?” (Molitia)

“It’s very delicious. The cookie melts well in your mouth.” (Gilbert)

“Will the Duke like it too?” (Molitia)

Gilbert just couldn’t say anything.

“Excuse me, Duke. It’s Terrance.”

“Come in.”

Terrance, who was known as the Duke’s aide, stepped inside and greeted Raven past the documents that he had been buried under ever since before. It was just unbelievable how the Duke had trained his own body.

“What is it?”

“A man came from the Duchy.”

“From the Duchy? Did something happen?”

“No, they merely delivered something.”

The Duke appeared to be quite curious as Terrance walked towards him while holding a basket in his hand. He put the basket on the Duke’s desk. The basket was exuding a very sweet and delicious fragrance.

(T/N: Hi guys, from here on I will refrain from using names in brackets unless I feel like it’s absolutely necessary. Let us know on discord if there are some parts that still confuse you.)