Chapter 146: Who Am I

Chapter 146: Who Am I

When I went through our daily ledger and accounts, I saw scary numbers. We sell stuff to establishments that I didnt even know. And even though I didnt have to add up exactly how much money we were getting yeah, taxation works a bit differently here I realized we were raking in a lot of money.

Now, looking at what could only be described as a citadel inside Amorium on Master Lakariss blueprints, Im not sure that we are indeed so rich.

We cant afford that, I tell the Goblin.

We are taking a loan from the royal court, Stan says steadily.

Even though our conversation clearly left a mark on him, hes hiding it.

How big of a loan? And is it at my name? Dont we need guarantees?

Im the guarantee, I hear Princess Lauras voice from the side.

Huh, that makes sense.

So, do you have anything you want to add? Im already more than happy with this. But Ill satisfy whatever request you might have.

I look at the Goblin with my lips pursed. Yeah, man, I bet that you are happy. Whether that is for the money or building such a thingwhy wouldnt you be?

So, Stanimal, we are building a park? I look at the back of the bakery.

A miniaturized version of the Green Walk. We are going to plant our own products, especially coffee and cocoa. They are taking Amorium by storm. The Watch has placed big orders on coffee. Plus, Camilla and Flaminia are willing to buy chocolate in big batches. Already prepared chocolate, I mean. So, we will need a building for manufacturing the final product that will then be assembled by our own [Bakers] or [Chocolatiers], a new class that has recently appeared in our midst. Our bakery will have multiple floors, and one of them will be entirely dedicated to this fast-food idea of yours. The top floor, instead, will be the tallest restaurant in the city. Amorium has not been built vertically. Therefore, the entire Green Walk will be visible from there.

The shape of the new bakery was a diamond, with a massive kitchen and an equally massive part for what I supposed would be either our new breakfast clients or the drunk adventurers at night.

We would also set up outside booths, Stan says.

Its not magic.

I love baking. Its something Ive been doing since I was a kid. I had helped in my familys restaurant, and I did my best to be good at it. I mean, not my best, but I have given it a good try.

Now, though.

Am I a [Baker]?

Do I even need to ask such a question when the world has answered it for me?

When I feel a spark of magic between my fingers, I feel alive. When Mana courses through my veins and brings the impossible to reality, thats when I feel happy. Its fun. Even when I suffer for it. Baking is something that happened to me. It was a casual encounter in my life.

But as I grow older, its time to ask:

Am I going to spend the rest of my life baking?

This is real life, not fiction. Therefore, I cant just do everything that jumps in front of me. What happens if baking takes time away from things like saving Antoninuss mother? I mean, its also true that I cant consume myself trying to save every single person in this world now, can I?

God, its as if I went back to seven years ago. People would wonder what they would do in college and what kind of profession would best suit them. And that was the topic of discussion all the time. Sometimes, it also made me angry. I always found it pointless to discuss so much without actually doing something. People would say they wanted to be journalists without having even a simple blog article under their belts. Some would say they would become doctors but never did more than watch Grays Anatomy.

I never really said much. I said I wanted to chill, to take it easy.

But now, I wonder, was I wrong?

Was it a way to just avoid saying the same stupid stuff they did?

But at least I started doing something baking. I got good at it, and now now I realize Ive never really cared about it. Not when I have magic.