âYoung Lady, did you do something else in the middle?â
ââ¦â¦ No. Iâm wondering. How come mine looks like this?â
It was clearly put in the same mold as Leon, but only mine looked strange.
I worked hard on the shape of a cute animal, but why does it look more like evil things?
ââ¦â¦The taste will be the same.â
âWell, I guess soâ
Diria couldnât grab the cookie and smiled awkwardly.
Leon looked at my cookie and picked up one and bit it in a crisp bite.
âItâs delicious.â
ââ¦â¦Really?â
You wonât die if you eat it, right?
I made it, but itâs not good to eat.
What did I do to make it look like this?
âLady, I think youâd better not think about opening a bakery later.â
âYeah, I definitely realized that, too.â
Itâs not for me, whether itâs a bakery or a coffee shop.
âFirst of all, you should rest here. Iâll throw this away.â
Diria sighed as she looked at the ruined kitchen.
I did it while organizing, but there was a lot to clean up.
I asked Leon carefully as Diria left the kitchen.
âBy the way, Leon, are you really okay?â
âYes, it looks like this, but itâs still delicious. Itâs better than mineâ
âLies.â
I felt good, but I knew that Leon was lying for me.
I picked up Leonâs cookie and put it in my mouth.
It melted in my mouth, it was so tasty.
âWow, really, Leon, thereâs nothing you canât do.â
âElle, your cookie tastes better.â
Leon casually put an animal cookie in his mouth with a screaming look on his face as the chocolate dripped.
Looking at him blankly, I approached him as if I had been possessed by something.
âYou got it here.â
Leon blinked when I pointed at the chocolate on his mouth.
The red tongue lightly swept his lips and licked the chocolate on my finger.
âYouâre right, itâs on here, too.â
Leonâs gaze showed no sign of getting away from me.
âThen wash up⦠Huh?â
He took my hand to his mouth before I finished talking.
I swallowed my dry saliva when I saw Leon licking my fingers.
ââ¦â¦â¦This is what itâs all about.â
Slap!
âWhat are you doing? Do you know how many germs are on my hands!â
I struck Leonâs hand and narrowed my brow.
Itâs because he doesnât have this much concept of hygiene.
I think he needs to retake his etiquette education.
Leon stared at me with a glum expression.
He had a blank look on his face the whole time I washed my hands that tingled in the back.
* * *
I opened the door carefully.
I tried hard to avoid him because they said he was looking for me. I did not know what was going on, but I came with the thought that I might be able to reconcile through cookies.
âHave this.â
â⦠⦠If you have any complaints, you should have said it in words. Even if you give me that, you ignore me and now youâre sticking your head outâ
Edgar looked at the cookies I put out and said.
Youâre too mean to my face when Iâm giving it to you.
I took the box I had put out back into my arms.
âI made it myself, so donât eat it if you donât like it. And why are you doing what you usually wonât do? Why are you looking for me these days? You must have heard something.â
He doesnât seem to hear what Iâm saying to him.
ââ¦â¦Yourself?â
No, is it true that I become a little more suspicious?
Of course, I wasnât a nice daughter, but I didnât bring cookies to poison you or any bad idea.
I picked some nice things to get close to him.
Suddenly Edgar pulled out the box in my arms.
He looked at the box in my hand and ate a cookie.
Why am I so nervous?
Leon says itâs deliciousâ¦â¦.
ââ¦..You really donât have any talent.â
âGive it to me!â
Thatâs right.
Edgar looked down at the cookie without hiding his distorted brows.
He pulled out a tissue and spat it out.
âWhere did you learn to give and then take it away?â
âNo, you spit it out right in front of me.â
âGiving you food that you canât eat, doesnât that mean fighting rather than reconciliation?â
âSo give it back to me!â
âSince you gave it to me, itâs up to me to throw it away.â
Indeed, the more we talked, the more unfavorable we became.
I donât know why I brought this to him.
âLeon said it was deliciousâ
âHe doesnât seem to be doing anything right.â
How can you be so unkind when you say it?
I crumpled up my face and looked at Edgar.
Look at him now. Looking at a cookie with such a suspicious look on him.
Thatâs right. Thereâs nothing to worry about if you made the enemy moderately.
âNo matter how annoying you are to me, I donât intend to poison my fatherâ
âThank you for this.â
Please put your soul into it.
âThatâs enough, thatâs enough! If it doesnât taste so good, throw it away.â
âYou must read what I think.â
One corner of Edgarâs mouth crept up.
It was obvious that he was laughing at me.
The moment I turn around, the cookie will go straight to the trash can.
âWhy donât you learn how to work on information instead of doing useless things?â
ââ¦â¦Why am I?â
âHow did you find out the information you gave me at that time? I thought you were an ignorant kid who was trapped here and knew nothing.â
âIâve been walking around well. Why is the Count so interested in me?â
It seems strange that I, who used to call him my father, said he was a count.
âWhat, I thought you didnât want to hear it. I guess I was wrong.â
I stared straight with my eyes wide open.
From what he says, the information I have seems to have been quite helpful. But trying to push your daughter into the same place as the Dark Guild.
He must be a madman.
âIâll pay you tenfold.â
âThatâs enough. Just quit your drug business. Casino would be better.â
I left the room in a hurry.
I get indigestion from eating that cookie.
Itâs clear that Leon lied to me.
I proudly brought it because I heard it was delicious, and I was fooled. Maybe Edgar also thinks Iâm worse for this one.
âI shouldnât go anywhere for a while.â
I took a look at the tightly closed door and quickly headed for the room.
* * *
Edgar glanced at the cookie box.
The little girl, who was huffing and furious, looked quite upset by todayâs incident.
âTry it.â
He handed a cookie to Herrington.
It was slightly burnt, but it smelled quite delicious.
His face, which he bit without any doubt, hardened.
ââ¦â¦I want a tissue, too.â
âEat it. Who recommended me to eat it?â
Herrington had to gulp down the cookies in his mouth.
He couldnât feel anything but salty as if it was poured with salt instead of sugar.
âWhat should I do with this?â
âThrow it away, did you think I would eat this?â
ââ¦â¦Not that. You seem to be quite soft these days.â
It couldnât have been.
Iâve never loved Elle Natasia, who looks just like her mother.
Just looking at her reminds me of the woman I loved.
No matter what others said, the two loved each other.
Although the marriage was made because of the pattern on the body, the two did not regret it.
âNo way.â
âCountâ¦â
Edgar grunted and shoved the cookie box into the trash.
I donât know what brought her close to me, but it wonât be good to give her affection.
She was also a family member who would leave when she had a companion.
âGive up the business. What do you think?â
âI donât think I need to listen to her.â
âThen how do you see the last time?â
âIsnât that a coincidence? Thereâs no way she really knows whatâs going on in the world.â
Edgar was bothered by Elle, who was huffing out the door.
When he peeked to the side, he saw cookies that fell into the trash can and were broken.