Civil Servant in a Romance Fantasy

296 – Confectionery Club That’s right – 4

A strange situation where the Duke reached the end of the magic and started running towards the end of the confectionery. I was worried that because of me, a sane person, an archmage who left a mark in the history of the continent, might have fallen into a strange path.

“Wouldn’t it be okay? You’ve lived your whole life without a hobby, but you found something you wanted to do even belatedly.”

But Marghetta’s words were very plausible. Originally, the private life of a duke is an issue that even the intelligence department cannot treat carelessly, but since dukes are also human beings who live a social life and are aristocrats active in social circles, their hobbies and likes and dislikes spread widely. Of course, unless dukes only meet the blind, deaf, and mute.

However, even though he reigned as a duke for over 100 years, little information was known about him. When he was young, he avoided people’s eyes because he was half-elf. The human relationship with that enemy is also a little closer——but if you want to, there are cases where you die because your lifespan is over.

“How bored you must have been in the meantime. Close vassals die first, and wizards who lived in the same era are leaving, so you must have focused only on magic.”

My heart broke at the voice that sounded like it was regretful.

That’s right. Because of the extremely narrow human relationship and the limitations of the race that cannot give affection to others, Ma Jong-gong only went all-in on magic by being stuck in the magic tower. He got the name ‘Majong’ because of that choice, but he has lived a life without a good hobby. Having a boring life apart from fame.

“I didn’t even think of that.”

I felt ashamed of my past as a pastry chef. If the prospective wife, who knew nothing but magic, had fun with her new hobby, wouldn’t she celebrate? But instead of congratulating her, she looked at it strangely.

I thought that I had thrown away a lot of prejudice against King Ma Jong because I called him by name and spoke half-spoken, but I was also a guy full of prejudices. As a high-noble duke and the eldest man full of dignity, he concluded that focusing on confectionery was nonsense.

“Whoa, don’t take it to heart too much. Eon, you wouldn’t want to see Carl apologetic either, would you?”

After a moment of silence, Marghetta gave comfort in a soft voice. In the meantime, she almost laughed at the sight of her saying that she was her sister even though she stuttered, but she held back. If she laughs here, it seems that the title that went to her older sister will retrograde to Lord Majong.

“Is that so?”

“Yes. So cheer me on and eat the finished product. It’s even better if you tell me it’s delicious.”

“That’s the way it should be.”

No one can say that hard-made food is not delicious. In the first place, my taste is also very cheap, so I can eat it well unless I decide to put strange ingredients in it.

‘…Strange ingredients?’

Come to think of it, Louise was the teacher teaching Ma Jong how to bake. A person who is determined and puts in strange ingredients, isn’t that the originator of Louise? Miracle ingredients that even the members of the 1977 season, who were blinded by love, could not bear to eat. The results that I was able to eat because my sense of taste was gone.

No, of course, considering that the members have properly learned confectionery, Ma Jong-gong will learn it normally, but there is no possibility that they will go out of their way to teach the magic master a special secret.

‘It will be fine.’

Yes, it will be fine. If the taste is strange, hold your breath and chew. People who start a hobby for the first time need encouragement and support, not criticism and criticism.

– Knock Knock

“Marghetta. Can I come in?”

While I was making up my mind, I heard Amelia’s voice along with a knock.

“Yes, come in.”

The door cautiously opened after Marghetta’s permission was granted. The plate in one hand was full of sweets, which seemed to have been prepared hastily as soon as I arrived.

To be honest, I don’t need snacks because I often eat them in the club room, but it’s not polite for a customer to refuse to treat me. In addition, Amelia has a commoner mentality that pops when a noble touches her, so you need to be more careful in handling her.

“Hello, Inspector General.”

“Yes. Long time no see.”

Still, I’m glad it’s improved compared to last year. At that time, if you stood in front of me, it vibrated to the level of Ma Jong-gong’s ears.

“Did you say secretary? Congratulations. Joining the student council in the second year is amazing.”

“Thank you. It’s all thanks to the Inspector General.”

Amelia’s back bent 90 degrees at the light compliment I gave her as a courtesy.

But being great is the truth. Usually, executives are taken by students who have been working on the student council since the first year, but Amelia, who joined in her second year, proudly took one of her executive positions. The so-called rolled-in stone has taken out the embedded stone. She is a gifted child who entered the academy as a commoner after all, so I like her ability.

Seeing that she doesn’t even talk behind her back, it seems that she really showed undeniable ability.

“If you’re the general manager, you’ll do well no matter where you recommend it.”

“Yes! I can work hard!”

So, when I laid out the foreshadowing of her recommendation, a loud reply came back, unlike before.

In fact, this is also why Amelia’s vibrations have subsided from her last year. Seeing last year’s student council executives accepting letters of recommendation from me and walking down the Silk Road, Amelia’s eyes also burned with hope and ambition. She is a commoner student who will long for her career more than any other student. From Amelia’s point of view, I’d be like a walking treasure goblin.

Of course, from my point of view, Amelia is like a duck carrying green onions. I’m begging to be put in as a civil servant like that, but of course I have to listen, no matter what.

‘Sisters are talented as a pair.’

Even Olivia is the deputy head of the guidance department. Next year, she just needs to write a letter of recommendation to go to the military department to Olivia, who would have evolved into a leading department head.

Her heart is already pounding. After all, the academy is a bonanza.

***

Debate Club. A temporary camp where students who tried to join the confectionery club were accepted as a group.

Those who couldn’t make confectionery were invited to practice here, but it was a club that was guided to them, but if you were a bit sensible, you could tell that this club was a concentration camp. Everyone kept their mouths shut because it was just the initiative of the next saint, Tanian, and the members of the existing confectionery club really followed it because they had confectionery skills.

Fortunately, in the case of me, I did not enter the school to be taught by Lord Majong, but rather to serve Lower Later, so there was little regret.

“Gong Ma Jong will visit the debate club room. Every day is impossible, but he seems to visit once a week.”

Besides that, Lady Laterr gave me important information, so there was no need to be disappointed.

To be honest, when I failed to join the confectionery club, I felt a bit sad. He did not hesitate to go a long way and came to serve the poor. We don’t even know each other for a day or two, we’ve known each other since childhood. However, when I was treated as a lump with other students, it would be a lie if I said there was no sadness.

However, it is true that you have taken special care of me. If it weren’t for that, there would be no way he would have directly informed me of the Prince of Majong.

“Is this a discussion club?”

Thanks to that, when Prince Majong first descended into the debate club, he was able to keep his dignity while all the members were enthusiastic. It was an unexpected achievement that caught the eyes of Majong thanks to the maintenance of dignity.

“Wizards must be rational and respectful wherever they are. You are already prepared.”

When I heard that, I felt like I had the world. He was told by the Majonggong that he was ready for the one who reached the end of magic. It’s a compliment like no other in the world.

“What’s your name?”

“This is Rachel Sorta from the United Kingdom of Juven.”

“Ah, you are the boy Prince Laterre was talking about.”

I almost shed tears when I found out that you had even told Prince Majong my name. Also, you took care of me too.

Anyway, from that day onwards, Lord Ma reflected his face once a week. Although he was only able to receive instruction for half of the club time, not the entire time, his members bowed their heads in a sense. Magicians outside the academy don’t receive a single minute of instruction, so there can be no complaints.

“You must be bored just taking classes. Everyone, eat and do it.”

And without fail, on the last day of the week, Prince Majong, who came to the club, put a basket on the desk.

Bite-sized cookies that are easy to eat, food personally prepared by Majonggong. It’s a bounty of honor from the point of view of wizards, but it’s probably worth learning even one more sentence while eating cookies—

“I made it. I don’t know if it will suit your taste.”

If you made it, not bought it, you should eat it.

The members, whose attitude changed in an instant, rushed to the desk and snatched the cookies. In the meantime, it would be the last remaining reason to take only one instead of taking several.

‘Prince Majong also makes confectionery.’

Amazing. To think that someone who wouldn’t even look at it unless it was magic, and even if you were a confectioner, would make it with magic, making your own cookies.

In fact, there has been a small dissatisfaction among the members since the establishment of the debate club. Since they are wizards who are a symbol of intelligence, they don’t hate having discussions, but they are fundamentally dissatisfied with the need to learn confectionery. However, since it has been proven that Prince Majong also makes the confectionery himself, it is a dissatisfaction that will disappear after today.

‘Huh?’

While eating the cookies bit by bit with such a grateful heart, I felt a sense of incongruity.

‘…Did the mana circulation speed up?’

It’s not because of my mood. The speed of mana circulation in the body increased. It felt as if the blockage had been cleared, as if the mana itself had become smoother.

Why is this happening all of a sudden? Surely it was the same as usual until just now?

‘Ah.’

And when he swallowed the cookie in his mouth, he was able to determine the cause.

This is it. Because of this cookie. The only factor that was different from usual was the cookie, and the effect appeared as soon as the cookie was swallowed.

I hurriedly looked around and everyone was quickly eating cookies or staring blankly at Ma Jong-gong, as if they had noticed this phenomenon. Being able to interfere with mana with mere sweets is a realm above the sky that we can’t even imagine.

‘Is this enough to be a confectionery club?’

For a moment, I even had that thought. Looking at Ma Jong-gong with a faint smile, and feeling the mana circulating hard inside his body, it was impossible to think normally.

***

I’m glad that everyone seems to be eating well. It means there is no problem with taste.

‘I can give it to my baby.’

A gentle smile was made. How happy I am to finally be able to give my baby a cookie I made.

It’s still too early to learn bread, macaroons, or cakes, but if you’re greedy for nothing, you can’t even lay the groundwork. For now, I’ll have to settle for cookies.

‘Would you like it?’

My ears twitched when I imagined my baby eating happily, stroking my hair and praising me.