“Honey, jam… and a little bit of icing sugar.”
Hmm, the crust needs to be slightly golden brown to have that wheat aroma; should I fry it to be a bit fluffier?
Hailey, familiar with the task, held the spatula and carefully drizzled sweet honey or jam onto the fluffy, warm pancakes, finally garnishing them with some icing sugar.
“More icing sugar, pour a bit more for me, Hailey…”
If only a certain someone wasn’t leaning on her, insisting on sticking to her while making breakfast together…
When they woke up in the morning, Hailey had been held by this fellow who refused to let go, hanging onto her all the way to the kitchen and in front of the stove.
Idril couldn’t see how Hailey turned so many complex ingredients into a fragrant breakfast; to her, Hailey seemed to possess a magic she couldn’t understand.
Even if the operating instructions were placed right in front of her, she would only leave behind a charred “indescribable object.”
“You can’t see, so how do you know how much sugar I put in?”
Thinking of this, Hailey suddenly had a mischievous idea.
She prepared to quietly sprinkle a tiny scattering of icing sugar on one portion, waiting to sweeten her to death.
Though she said that, Hailey worried it might be too much and secretly dabbed a bit back with her index finger.
“Mmm, it really is sweet.”
“Because… slurp slurp, it’s Hailey’s habit. Hailey knows my taste, so she would definitely put a little bit less on purpose.”
Idril lazily grabbed Hailey’s hand and self-indulgently took the sugar-coated index finger into her mouth, gently licking the fingertip like a kitten.
“What are you doing? It tickles… Alright, alright, stop it, I’ll add more for you.”
“How did this girl guess that?”
“I knew I shouldn’t have tried to secretly trick her; I’ll add the icing sugar back next time…”
Hailey remained silent out of guilt, added a little more icing sugar to Idril’s portion, and then slowly carried the plates back to the dining table.
As for why Hailey could move freely while she was hanging on her—considering lifting her was a bit strenuous—it sounded somewhat unbelievable.
But since their body sizes were similar, rather than saying Idril was hanging on Hailey, it was more like she was leaning against her.
Idril’s arms rested lightly on Hailey’s shoulders, but her feet were still supporting her on the ground, so Hailey didn’t have to bear the weight of two people.
Not minding the trouble, Hailey just let her stick to her.
At most, it was a bit hot, her face was a bit red, and her heart rate accelerated a little.
“Alright, sit properly. If you don’t eat, your pancakes will get cold.”
Pressing Idril into a chair, Hailey placed the warm pancakes and hot milk in front of the two of them, thoughtfully providing knives and forks.
The honey portion was for Idril, who loved sweets, while she used slightly sweet and sour blueberry jam for herself.
Feeling the tart jam and the softness of the pancakes, “mmm, days where one can cook leisurely are truly pleasant.”
Compared to her past life where she could only slap something together on workdays and occasionally show off her skills on weekends—only to be discouraged by the weekend laziness—this time to enjoy her own cooking was a dream-like pleasure.
Could it be that she was actually suited to be a chef?
“Hmm? Why aren’t you eating? Is it not to your taste?”
“Hailey, you’re so mean.”
‘Sometimes Hailey’s brain could be so cute and dense; what should she do?’
The confused Hailey froze for a moment at Idril’s helpless smile, suddenly remembering something very important: she seemed to be unable to see…
There was a hint of awkwardness in the air, especially when facing Idril’s helpless and doting smile.
“Why did I ignore such an important thing? I was so focused on wanting to see her eat with gusto… no, I was just focused on preparing breakfast.”
“Ah…”
To break Hailey’s awkwardness, Idril proactively opened her mouth and looked at Hailey expectantly; the meaning was very clear.
Hailey could only turn her face away, fork a piece of pancake with one hand, and carefully deliver it to her mouth, which was eaten beautifully with an “aw-wu” sound.
Although it was likely Hailey’s first time feeding a girl like this and she was a bit nervous, she gradually became proficient, and the pancakes were soon finished.
“Alright, now that you’re full, I’ll carry you to the balcony to get some sun. You might grow bugs otherwise…”
She felt this fellow was like a potted plant; she had to be pushed out to get some sun, or she would always be wilted and dehydrated.
“Hailey, you have a sweet and sour smell on you. I really want to taste it.”
“That should be the blueberry jam—what are you doing?!”
Following the scent, Idril lightly kissed the jam residue on the edge of Hailey’s lips, and after eating her fill, she rubbed her face against Hailey’s.
Hailey’s face turned boiling hot.
She hurriedly put down the plate in her hand and ran out of the dining room to the balcony to catch the breeze.
“Why is this wind blowing hotter and hotter?”
“Hmm, Hailey has been acting very strange lately.”
Idril licked the jam also stuck to the corner of her own lips, acting as if she didn’t quite understand, sitting dazed in her spot.
“Hmm, sweet and sour. Next time I’ll have Hailey make me a portion too—eating Hailey’s is fine as well.”
As for whether this was intentional or unintentional, only the person involved knew.
“Sweet and sour lips, and a sweet and sour Hailey.”
Leaning on the balcony and feeling the breeze for a while, Hailey finally calmed down a bit, staring into the quiet distance in a daze.
It was rare not to have to go to work at the church.
Because of Hydra’s group, the church had specially announced to the public that the Saintess was unwell.
Speaking of which, she and Idril had snuck back in the middle of the night and hadn’t been discovered; presumably, everyone at the church still thought she had been kidnapped somewhere…
Especially that day when little Mary watched her get captured and cried her eyes out; I wonder ‘how she is?’
The sun is so nice; one really should come out to bask.
Wait a minute, did I forget something…
“Why hasn’t Hailey come back yet? I’m so bored.”
Idril leaned back in her chair in a daze.
She could feel Hailey’s presence over by the balcony, but she couldn’t go there herself.
If she had known, she should have just kept holding Hailey without letting go.
It was all the fault of that delicious snack.
“Muttering bad things about me again? Next time I’ll stuff your pancakes with raspberries and sour you to death.”
Just after catching the breeze for a bit, she felt a scratchy feeling in her heart; this fellow must be secretly saying bad things about me behind my back.
Following Hailey’s overly proactive mana replenishment that time, the resonance between the two had gradually deepened.
Sometimes, Hailey could even vaguely sense what Idril was thinking.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
Little Mary, holding a bouquet of fresh flowers, stood somewhat timidly outside the door.
“I… I want to see the Lady Saintess… Um, is it Secret Sister? Is Sister living together with the Lady Saintess?”
“Take a guess. The Lady Saintess and I aren’t in an ordinary relationship, you know.”
“Hey, don’t go corrupting children whenever you feel like it!!”