The Pseudo-Date In The Royal Capital Begins

We were at the villa in the royal capital.

I had asked the shop owner, “Please make the hall into a temporary shop space. Somehow make it look like a shop,” but the result was better than I had imagined.

They had not been able to bring the display case, but a signboard with the shop name written on it was hung on the wall, and every type of cake was lined up on the tablecloths. Above all, there was the scent the moment we entered the room. What lightly tickled the tip of my nose was “sweetness,” but mixed...