Chapter 10

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Finally, a crack appeared in their relationship. There are signs of change.

I thought love might be starting, but probably Alber will start his wild behavior the day after tomorrow.

The other two will also start to move.

Later, I heard from Sebastian that my father proudly hung the paper mache ball my daughter made from his chest and entered the castle.

Stop! It hurts a lot! No matter how high-quality the materials are, it's still just paper!

When my father enters the castle, his style is a row of medals shining from his chest to near his waist. Hanging a homemade, amateurish craft alongside them!

My father is apparently a super multi-talented duke, excelling as both a military and civil official among the nobles of this generation. He goes to suppress the mass emergence of monsters and minor conflicts in neighboring countries, and also plans countermeasures for famines, disasters, and crimes that occur domestically. My father is highly regarded in the political world, not just because of his title as a duke, but because of his proven track record as a pillar of the country, which is why he is treated with great respect by the royal family.

Why did he let Albertina be kidnapped so easily? Was the royal family too careless?

Moreover, the territory of Latte is currently a super technological city at the forefront of gourmet food, art, and fashion.

It is called the second capital. I don't understand it, but when there is a festival, tourists even come from neighboring countries.

I don't know about the past, but I heard it from Kishutaria, who studied the Latte finances with me, so it's fresh and there's no chance of it being false.

Kishutaria said with a wry smile, "Since it's what I study, Albert will be fine," but honestly, can the construction and road maintenance keep up with the speed of urban development? I asked the duke to improve the road and the surrounding residential and commercial areas from my excess compensation and my father's generous allowance. If it's done without a plan, it will be a big problem later. I also included the maintenance of cleanliness in the city and the installation of water and sewage systems, threatening to tell my father if they were neglected.

I sternly said that I would not tolerate dirt and bad odors. I also ordered that the water and sewage systems be installed in other areas where they were not yet available. I don't want Albert to get sick.

As the population increases, the natural purification effect in the city decreases, and it becomes easier for infectious diseases to occur. In my previous life, the plague was a famous example. I can't let such a thing happen in my father's territory. The demon is already full with the Megil cold! Prevention is important!

In the Kingdom of Sandis, the relationship between hygiene management and disease has not yet been elucidated. However, my father nodded readily. He seems to be the type who is strict with his daughter, but also likes cleanliness. Cleanliness is better than dirt, right?

I was worried if there was enough money, but apparently it's not a big deal for the current Latte finances. The territory is very wealthy, so there are many immigrants from within the country and many workers. The economy is booming, but other territories don't have such leeway.

Oh, the original Albertina was supposed to be a big shot. Even a left-handed slap has its limits.

The days without Kishutaria, who supports me, and Julius, the super butler who can do anything, are peaceful and calm—but also very lonely.

Anna and Lady Latte, and the new butler Raven, are there, but it feels lacking without the two familiar faces.

In their place, I worked hard on developing new products for the Rosebrand, creating noodle-making techniques from flour, and enriching the dining scene.

In our country, we make a lot of wheat, but we only bake it like bread. Isn't that wasteful? The bread is either a simple round loaf or a loaf of bread. There are no butter rolls, croissants, or brioche with lots of butter and sugar! There are no savory breads like quiche! Roar! My knowledge from my previous life!

The chefs, who have been accepting my whims quietly, are now burning with fighting spirit to challenge my orders. At first, they had the look of a condemned prisoner. Well, I've never seen a condemned prisoner.

I also selected the types of wheat and started making udon and pasta. All kinds of pasta, from spaghetti to penne. Next, I want to make ramen with egg noodles.

However, what I'm really looking for is rice. White rice, a favorite of the Japanese.

I'm not looking for the dry rice of the Thai variety, but the sticky rice of the Japonica variety.

Rice can be processed into noodles and mochi, and as a former Japanese, it's inevitable that I would seek out soul food.

Since I boasted that I would prepare a special treat for Kishutaria's next visit, I can't compromise. The main effort will be on the duke's chefs.

When I peeked into the kitchen, thinking it must be tough for the chefs to be tossed around by a whimsical girl, they were fighting over the recipe with a fist-to-fist conversation.

Raven said, "Talking didn't work."

Raven is a boy with a slightly tanned complexion, black hair, and black eyes, with a deep-set look that suggests a touch of foreign blood. I think he is a little younger than me. His face is well-proportioned, but there is still a hint of youth in his sharpness. He is not much taller than me. I'm not good with tall men, so I'm grateful. However, when a bug fell at my feet during a walk, he picked me up in a flash. He looks younger, but he's quite strong.

What is this? Is it a requirement for my butler to be able to carry me?

When I said to spin me around, he did it. Raven is a good guy. Julius might not do it, but he has done it a few times when we were in a place where no one could see us and he was convinced that I was safe. I can count the times on one hand.

Raven is more taciturn than Julius, but he is a caring boy because he is still young. Raven didn't seem to understand that he was being teased, and when a flower was stuck in his black hair, he looked puzzled. He was so cute that I want to put a wreath on him next time.

How is Kishutaria spending his school life?

Is he already in the period of being close to the heroine? If it's the Kishutaria route, it's about time they start to be aware of each other.

Well, if it's not that route, Kishutaria is probably socializing with many young ladies in a shallow but broad way. It's about time he had a fiancée, but he seems to be dodging it.

Even if he falls in love, he can't get married without my father's permission.

Is my father really thinking about Kishutaria's wife? I want a good sister-in-law in the future.

When I mentioned this to Raven, Anna, and Lady Latte, they all smiled ambiguously and evaded the topic. Raven tilted his head. He's so cute.

I won't tell my father. If I do, I'll end up with a pitiful woman who has to flatter me for the rest of her life.

My father's love is sometimes skewed.

I'm worried about whether it will become a proper match.

When I said that, everyone must have been thinking about it but turning a blind eye. The tea party took on a funeral atmosphere. Perhaps I shouldn't have said it in front of Lady Latte, but she shook her head.

"That child was also taken in by the Latte ducal family and raised as the next head of the family.

Even if the marriage is politically motivated, I think he understands it.

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