Anne’s Ingenious Plan

“What do you mean?”

The situation was discovered when the swordsmanship tournament was just three days away. Mia headed for the best bento shop on the island and was faced with a harsh reality.

“For that day? Sorry but all the shops here are full of orders. I don’t think you can find one to make you one.”

I was careless!

When Mia heard from her girl friends that it is better to prepare the lunch box with her own hands, she decided to order it herself without consulting Anne. She had interacted with many merchants in her home country. Similarly, she had seen Ludwig deal with purchases before. So, she thought that she could do it herself. However, reality was harsh.Rêađ latest chapters on no/v/e/l(b)in(.)com

What should I do ...? what should I do......!??

Mia was told that all the stores making lunchboxes have already closed their reservations. A cold sweat ran down Mia’s spine.

If I pay them more gold coins... maybe...

The easiest solution can indeed be throwing more money. Who knows, if she throws a lot of money, her order might even be prioritized. But ...

I can’t do that.

Mia immediately dismisses the idea. As she had learned after several social dinners, the ruler of the school, the daughter of the Duke of Rafina, is a very conscientious person.

She could force a store to serve her by giving more money, and that might still be forgiven. But if by doing so they would have to cancel other reservations in order to give priority to her order, then Rafina will surely be disillusioned and will never speak to Mia again.

“That ... that is too scary !!!”

However, Mia couldn’t come up with any other ideas no matter how hard she racked her brains, and so...

“Oh, Anne!”

Mia relied on her loyal maid who was waiting in her room.

Mia sighed with relief upon hearing Anne’s response.

“That’s great, Anne! Where did you find a store who will make it?”

“No, Princess Mia. That wasn’t possible.”

Mia turns blue again upon hearing those words.

“So, what are we going to do?”

“Let’s make it”

Anne looked at Mia with a determined look.

“......What?”

Hold on to Mia’s hand, which tilts her head.

“I will help you too, so Princess Mia, you yourself will make a lunch box for Prince Abel.”

“Make it? By myself?”

Her reaction is not surprising after all Mia has never cooked before.

“Yes. You may not know this, but it is customary among the common people to say that a lunchbox made by a wife for her husband is called “beloved wife’s lunchbox.” Men are always happy when women cook for them. “

Anne says such a thing as if she was knowledgeable.

“I see. So that’s how it works! By the way, Anne ..., are good at cooking?”

“............ I’ve baked bread,”

Ah, this is terrible. We’re doomed!

Mia was sensitive to the nuances of the words that Anne said. She understood the implications of what Anne said implicitly.