𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟐: 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝. . .
However, her request was surprisingly simple.
“I will continue to find the books you desire. So, when you make a sparkling snack, give me some too.”
“Sparkling, you say?”
“Yes, sparkling. I’ll be waiting.”
After saying that, Orphemia-san returned to the depths of the library.
I let out a sigh of relief that I wasn’t asked for something strange.
But what exactly is a “sparkling snack”?
Hmm, while pondering, I head towards my room. If it’s something like what is displayed in a shop window, I would say it straightforwardly, or maybe something that would look good on social media, like macarons.
Or perhaps something like jelly or candy that sparkles when the light reflects on it.
If it’s macarons, I can make them since I have plenty of egg whites. Even though magic can preserve them, it’s better to use them quickly.
I was planning to make financiers to use up the egg whites, but macarons are cuter.
I don’t have food coloring, but I have plenty of fruits. I should be able to use them for coloring.
If I want to make macarons, I need to start the process in the morning because the dough needs time to dry.
During dinner, I will consult with Migi-san and Hidari-san and if it seems feasible, I will bring them as a thank-you for the books tomorrow.
With that decision, I decided to briefly skim through the magic books that were brought to me until dinner.
As I flip through the pages, I let out a strange sound.
It feels like I’m reading a math workbook, and a slightly higher level than my own abilities.
Orphemia-san chose magic books that seem difficult, but it’s not like I have no idea what they are talking about or what they are trying to do.
She chose books that I can read and understand with my knowledge.
In that short amount of time, she accurately assessed my knowledge and skill level.
Both in terms of genre and level, it’s so accurate that it takes my breath away. Truly a demon who is knowledgeable about books.
For the times when I rely on her again, bringing a sparkling snack is essential.
During dinner, I will bring the recommended snack book from her and head to the kitchen.
Since then, studying has become part of my daily routine.
Of course, I continue to make snacks, and discussions about cooking with Migi-san and Hidari-san continue as usual.
But I also bring books for consultation on pastry making, and I study magic before breakfast and after dinner.
I slowly make progress while struggling with difficult books.
Orphemia-san seems to have taken a liking to macarons, and she continues to recommend various books to me.
I started going to the library frequently. In my fulfilling days, I had forgotten something important.
“This is your salary. And you can use this too.”
“Thank you. But why a letter set?”
Along with the heavy leather bag, I was given a letter set tied with a string.
It’s not decorative and is very simple. I can understand if it’s Tyran-san’s personal belongings.
But why did he bring something like this, not a request form for snacks?
I stare down, unable to understand his intentions. Then, a deep sigh is released in front of me.
“You haven’t contacted anyone since you came here, have you?”
“Well. . .”
“I don’t have the intention to delve deep into it. But if there’s someone important, make sure to contact them properly. There’s a saying that goes, ‘No news is good news,’ but I dislike that phrase. I don’t know if they’re safe or not. It’s a phrase used by people who want to convince themselves, and it’s not an excuse for the side that doesn’t make contact.”
The words spoken calmly and matter-of-factly pierce my heart more than a sigh.
Tyran-san noticed that I have been postponing contacting someone.
It’s probably not about what happened yesterday or today.
Even so, he waited for me and finally couldn’t bear it anymore, so he brought a letter set.
It may be a little hard to understand, but Tyran-san is a kind person.
Despite claiming to be busy, he occasionally comes to check on Demon King-sama, and since receiving sherbet from him, he started telling Migi-san and Hidari-san his thoughts on the meals.
He may have a sharp tongue, but that’s all.
I also noticed that he has been watching me with a worried look from afar since I started going to the library.
His initial attitude was probably just caution towards me.
Now, some of that caution has eased, and he acknowledges me, which is why he worries.
Because I can see that his actions come from goodwill, I can’t ignore the letter set.
Instead of saying that I feel heavy-hearted, I should just write the letter.
Even though I don’t want to worry him, a long, heavy sigh is about to escape.