Type-Moon, a human love simulator

Chapter 51 British atmosphere is making cake?
December passed quickly, and the caravan came and went until the end of the month.

Kelar racked his brains and finally figured out the general idea of ​​the cake-making process, but no one could say what the final product would look like.

“As good as new!”

Kelar snapped his fingers, and powerful magic power surged, resetting the half-finished cake, otherwise another batch of materials would be wasted.

"Luckily I know magic!" Kelar wiped the sweat off his face and said to himself with a sigh, "Magic is really convenient. Otherwise, if I follow this method, I would have wasted all the ingredients and still not made the cake."

"Yes, I regret it now. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have told that little girl Lily about the cake. I could have just roasted a whole pig and gotten away with it."

Kelar looked at the filter in his hand that was condensed with magic power and used for sifting, the simple mold that fixed the cake dough, and other miscellaneous tools, and couldn't help but admire modern industry.

In the fifth century AD, it was really difficult to eat a cake, especially the baking process, which was not something that a British bakery that could only bake black bread could satisfy.

"You really do your best, Kelar. Are you doing this to please your king?"

A cool and elegant female voice came, and Kelar knew who it was without looking up. He raised his head, wiped his face and said, "Morgan, long time no see. You don't have to make fun of me the first time we meet, right?"

"Also, I made a cake for Lily on her birthday, so I can make a cake for you on your birthday, too!"

Kelar pulled out a chair in the Witch Workshop and invited Morgan to sit down like a host.

There is no other way. In the entire Maple Ridge, the witch workshop left behind by Morgan is the most suitable place for making cakes. It has a complete range of tools and magic books.

Morgan glanced across the room, his beautiful blue eyes fixed as he stared at the book "Cake Experience" written by Kelar on the desk. This guy treated making cakes as a magic project, and even recorded in detail the impact of each step, the temperature of baking the cake dough, and the ratio of cream used on the finished cake.

"You seem to be quite concerned about this kind of thing?" Morgan crossed his arms and said sarcastically, "Kailar, is this what your saintly hands are used for?"

"Whatever you do, it doesn't matter. Besides, saints are also human beings!" Kelar said nonchalantly, "And actually, I want to eat cake too... Besides, Morgan, if I practice the skill of making cakes, won't it be much more convenient for me to make it for you next time?"

"Humph, you've always been good at saying nice things to coax me since you were little!" Morgan crossed her arms, her plump breasts ready to burst out: "I've noticed this since you were still in your mother's arms listening to stories!"

The two of them spoke freely without any barriers between them. Even though they had not met for several years, Kelar still did not feel any strangeness or alienation towards the newcomer.

The same goes for Morgan. Even though she has been away for several years and has never come to see Kelar during this time, she does not feel any restraint or helplessness at all at this moment.

Before coming, Morgan was still thinking about how to create a harmonious atmosphere and how to explain his intentional alienation from Kelar, but when he met the real person, he found that these worries were unnecessary.

Just like a drop of water merging into the ocean, without any obstacles, Morgan appeared in front of Kelar. The relationship and atmosphere between the two was still the same as it was a few years ago, as if Morgan had not left for a few years, but had just left yesterday and came back today.

"Boy, the magic I taught you is for you to use on this, right?"

Morgan took a quick look and saw that Kelar had set up a small reset magic that could restore the damaged materials to their original state in time.

It looks like time is going back to the perfect moment, but in fact it is just a reorganization of matter, allowing the baked and stirred ingredients to be separated and returned to their original state.

Matter neither increases nor decreases; it is not some profound magic.

"Doesn't this show that you are a good teacher?" Kelar replied with a playful smile. Morgan crossed his arms and said to Kelar, "By the way, I didn't come back alone this time."

"Ah? What do you mean?" Kelar said without even looking up: "Did you also bring Vivian and Lancelot with you?"

Kelar knew some basic structure of the fairies in Avalon. Vivian was the leader of the Fairies of the Lake, and Morgan was one of the Nine Fairy Queens of Avalon. It could be said that they were not subordinate to each other, but of course the Nine Fairy Queens were nominally higher.

There are only a few high-level fairies, and Morgan has been back to Avalon for so many years, so he has to deal with Vivian.

"Humph, that troublesome and stingy woman, I don't want to bother with her."

Morgan stretched out her hand and stroked her snow-like hair. For some reason, she looked at Kelar with a bit of malice, narrowed her eyes and smiled: "I mean, I brought my sons here..."

"It's time for you to meet each other, and for my sons to meet my most outstanding disciples."

"My son Gawain, who is blessed by the sun and is the strongest, and my son Agrawen, who knows no pain and is my most trusted son."

Morgan said calmly, "Kay, I plan to send them to Arthur's side, waiting for an opportunity to overthrow Arthur's kingdom. If Arthur can't take care of his country, how about I be the king instead?"

"You'll support me, right? Kai!"

Morgan stood aside, observing Kelar's reaction with a playful and evil look. She was going to wait until Kelar was anxious and then slowly explain to her that Gawain, Aggravin, and the other children were all warriors created by the magic she had forged with her life.

But Kelar's hands did not stop, and he was still making the cake seriously. He said, "I have also heard of Gawain, the Sun Knight. He is a powerful and dazzling knight. As for Aguiwen..."

Kelar wiped his hands, turned to look at Morgan and said, "Well, Morgan, if you think it's okay, just send it over. Lily does need some help..."

"By the way, I heard you have a son and a daughter, so where are the Beautiful Palms Gareth and Gahoris?"

"..."

Morgan was silent for a long time, so long that Kelar thought something had happened. Then she asked quietly, "So, you only care about Arthur's team, right?"

"Ah? Otherwise, why would I care?"

This is just a blind spot. Kelar has long known that Morgan has superb magic in creating people, just like alchemy, and can create excellent warriors.

So he didn't think about it in any other way at all, because he knew that these people were not Morgan's biological children.

For some reason, Morgan felt very uncomfortable. She took a deep breath, her eyes turned cold, and she said in a cold tone: "It's nothing, you are right."

"Gareth and Gaheris are still too young to shoulder the responsibilities entrusted to them by me, Morgan."

Morgan said in a strange tone: "Kailar, just... forget it, it's nothing!"

For some reason, Morgan, as a fairy who was responsible for saving the world and was indifferent to many human emotions, began to feel a little uncomfortable with his inhuman heart.

(End of this chapter)