102 5-17 (provisional) King Jia of Weijutsu Tournament Team Battle-Short break-

We're back!

Oh, welcome back. I was watching you.

When Renge came back with his arms bobbing in tension, all three of them ran up to me as I responded by raising my hand.

All three of them had smiles on their faces as if they were asking for something.

'Good job. You three looked great.

I responded with a thumbs-up to their expectations, and the three of them smiled even more levelly.

I want to lightly pat each of them on the head with a pat, but inevitably, their weight is still on my lap.

'That was brilliant!　It was a good game!

Thank you!

I can't wait to see what happens next!

""Yes!" Sss!

Iris gives me a compliment and we decide to have lunch, although it's a little early.

Iris and Sparrier-sama are going to eat with us just because they are also interested in it, but is it okay?

It's not like they're using poisonous or inferior ingredients, but I wonder if it's safe or hygienic.

''Ho!　Isn't it delicious!

'Chris is making it today, you know. If you're going to praise him, praise Chris.

'Oh, yeah, right!　You and Chris are so good!　Looks like Lord Hayato has got a good girl!

Thank you, Mr. Iris. It's an honor.

Chris!　You must!　Please teach me to cook!

'Yes!　Of course, Princess.

''I didn't know you were a princess but I don't mind being a sparrier. From now on, Chris-san will be my master!

'What?　No, I can't, I can't!

Is it too much to call a princess a princess just yet?

So I'm going to give him a push.

The one who holds Hayato's stomach is Chris. You can't go wrong if you study under Chris!　Even if you fail, Hayato will be happy to eat it for you.

'Oh, oh, oh, brother!

Mr. Itsuki!

Ott, ickene, matigaeter.

Chris is a shy guy, I was going to say, but I inadvertently did.

As for Hayato, there's an image of princesses who are supposed to be cooking but become poison-cooks, so Hayato, who is still in a heroic position, should eat them to avoid wasting ingredients.

She's probably very durable, too!

And he's my fiancé!

It's not because it sounds like fun, okay?

Really?

The one you made is tasty enough. I've never tasted them before, but I think this one is more suitable for the strawberries.

Oh, I like the food you make, too, Itsuki-san.

If it's dessert, I think your brother is better at it than you are!

'Oh!　Even though you're a man?

'Your brother is very good with his hands and has a lot of knowledge and technique, so he's very good at it!

Besides, he recreates the food from our home world. I don't know how to cook, so I rely on Itsuki-san to give me a taste of my home.

'My goodness!　Then I would love to know!

Oh.........

You're going to fight back with Chris and Hayato?

Teaching the princess how to cook........wow, this is going to be more trouble than I thought.

But that doesn't mean I can't say no to them.....

Well, well, if you get the chance...

We'd love to have you!

Please let's hope it's not to the level of cutting off your fingers, and that it's to the level where you're not poison-cooking and are at least making sweets on a regular basis.

I don't want the princess to cut off her finger and have my head spun.

The dessert. You don't have any dessert?

'Uh ... it's there, but does it still go in?　You've already eaten a lot.

He must have eaten at least one adult's worth of food, even if not as much as White and Aina and the others.

I'm sure it's because my tummy is a bit pudgy.

"Nishizawa, girls can have as much dessert as they want, you know.

You can't lie about any amount...

Even in my former world, I used to say that dessert was a separate meal, but I don't think it's structurally possible.

But there's so much wonder in a girl's body.

With hope in their breasts and compassion in their hips, then maybe it's not surprising that they have a second stomach for dessert.

'Then let's serve it. White and the others will eat it too... right?

Yeah, sure.

'Can we have one of those?　It's after the game, and something sweet is special!

I check on Hayato and the others, but they all seem to eat it after all.

We're about to run out of stock, but we can make it again, right?

'Well, it's just regular ice cream today.

But given the amount of food I've eaten today, I guess it's just about right.

The jam was peaches and limples, and then there was Orang?

When I took the ice cream out of the magical space that I use to mimic a magic bag of ice cream in a box, I used a homemade disher to make a circle and take it out.

I feel like I'm an ice cream shop when I use this disher.

'You can use the jam if you like.'

Do you like it?

'Mmm!　Because it's cold and pleasant to the touch!　Normally the fruit is frozen and shaved, but is this cow's milk?

Well, it's made from cow's milk, but it's been tampered with.

'The Lord's 'ice cream' is so good. My cheeks fall off.

'Right!　Then let's get on with it!　First things first, stay tuned!

Iris scraped a small piece of ice cream with a silver spoon and brought it closer to her little mouth.

For some reason I was a little nervous about my reaction.

'Mmm, the sweet smell of vanille is irresistible!

After enjoying the aroma, he brings the spoon to his mouth and examines it with his eyes closed as if he were enjoying it.

'Hoaah ... I like this strawberry.'

He shows his favor by sloppily opening his mouth in a debauched manner, and then proceeds to take yet another bite, taking a larger spoon than before.

It seems that he liked it.

I'm glad you like it. I'm glad to hear you like it.

'You're not going to like it!　Hmmm!　And I can't get enough of the peach jam!　I like the freshness of the limple, and the acidity of the Oranges!

Yeah. You want another one?

'My God!　Are you sure?　You're going to eat it all up, aren't you?

It won't happen. As long as White is around.

Nuh-uh!　I can't lose!

No, no more than one refill per person.

The two of them scooped up a portion for White and Iris and handed it to them in a bowl and immediately ate it as they stirred it up.

Hey, are you listening to me?

We're limited to one refill per person, okay?

Because I don't have enough to eat that many bowls, you know?

Besides, there are other guys out there who want to have another drink, so be patient.

Well, then, I'll eat my share.

This ice cream is starting to melt a little, but it is still delicious.

Yes, it's still good.

In my opinion, if I'm going to put jam on it, I like peaches the best.

'Ahhhh.'

Now, at the point of taking another bite, Iris opens her eyes and spreads her little mouth as wide as she can towards you.

That figure is just a child, but I see.

You can only have one refill per person, but not for me.

That's why you thought of eating in a hurry.

"Huh, yes...

Hmmm!　That's very kind of you, Lord.

Well, I can always have it.

Now, let's try Orangue next.

Mmmmm!

I can't get enough of the tartness and refreshing sweetness of the Orang, plus the sweetness of the vanille and the thick but not too badly sweet ice cream!

...and then... That's an indirect kiss.

Unfortunately, it is expected that they will go into it.

There's nothing wrong with that at all, since it doesn't count as a child in my mind.

'Mmm, Lord, White too ahhh!

'Yes, yes. Is the jam on Orangue?

Good. Uh-uh.

When I feed him, he pats his cheeks and is happy.

He looks as happy as ever when he's eating, which makes me happy as a cook.

Nuh-uh!　Aren't there more of them?　I was half of that when I was in Walla Walla!

It's just that it depends on how much love you have.

What?　Then I love you so much I'm going to have to go to the straw!

Cheap love....

"Love is cheap when it comes to ice cream!

If you ask me what love is, I'm going to say it's ice cream or something.

If you like it that much, I'll just give you the whole thing.

Here, you can have it.

'Ooh!　I guess my love of straws got through to you!

Mm, but that's not love, because it's not like that.

What kind of criteria is that?

I like the idea of sharing.

They looked at me once and then looked back at the ice cream again, and I watched with a sigh as they began to argue about how to divide it up, probably by the millimeter.

I'm pulled back by an arm to look and see Wendy holding out her ice cream (her second cup) to me.

'Um, Master?　I will give my share to your master....

Hmm, are you sure?

'Yes. I don't want to cool myself down too much, and one is enough for me.

So, feel free to... what's the matter with you?

I tried to take the ice cream that was offered to me, but Wendy pulled it back.

When I looked up to see what happened, Wendy scooped it up with her own spoon and then offered it to me.

'Ahhhh.'

That's the way it is, uh-oh.

Maybe it's been a while since I've done anything but me lately.

Maybe it's the fact that it tastes better than it did earlier because Wendy's ahhhhh, it's triple the deliciousness!

It's three times as tasty and ten times as sweet.

'Mmmm, can I have a peach next?

Hold on!　If it's a peach, I'll give you mine!

'Mmmm, I've poured limple jam on it........ 'My lord!　I'm guessing you haven't had the limp flavor yet!

I'm not in a hurry. I know I'll settle for normal ice cream in the end!

No, I don't need that much...

We're late!　But I'm not giving up yet!

Since each one sticks out a spoon, it's hard to decide which one to eat first.

But since it is ice cream, the time limit is limited.

What should I do?

If not, then I'll take the straw!

'I won't let you!　White gets it!

Two people appeared from below and tried to take a bite of the offered spoon.

However, it was now inevitable that the ice cream would spill out of the spoon as each of the handles were disrupted, starting with the one who was surprised by the sudden appearance of the two men.

''Noooooooo... what a waste...''

White can still eat.

"Idiot!　Better yet, worry about your clothes!

Iris has gotten the ice cream stuck to her chest, and White catches it with his hand just in time.

White is licking the ice cream from his hand, while Iris looks at the ice cream on her clothes with disappointment.

I take out my handkerchief and reach out to remove the sticky ice cream from Iris' clothes.

'Oh my god it's going to be a blotch...'

I dropped the large chunks as if I were picking them off through a handkerchief, and the rest of the ice cream was clomping around to get the moisture out of the dry parts, but the ice cream was still not going to come off because of the fat........

''Gosh, master!

Where do you touch?

I'm just blotting them out, and even if I did touch them, as long as they're breasts and not tits, I'd be safe.

'Ho........is that so? I'm so relieved.

'Don't be ridiculous!　These are small, but they are tits!

What, I'm going to have to talk passionately about boobs again?

All right, I'll take it.

I'll take that as a yes!