Life as a Tower Maid: Locked up with the Prince - Chapter 21
Chapter 21
Translator: Yonnee
—
As it became a daily routine to think about what to eat for the day, I lived every single day as though I was filming ‘Three M**ls a Day’.[1]
The day after we talked about what we’d do with our lives after leaving the tower, I decided to make Korean fried chicken for Albert.
Then again, it takes quite a while to make chicken, and we have to eat breakfast first.
I contemplated what I could make with bread, and eventually, I settled on making casual French toast.
“What’re you maaaking…?”
Blanc came up next to me and tilted his head to the side.
I thought he spoke that way only because he was feeling sleepy yesterday, but I guess it’s a habit of his to stretch his words like that.
My heart fluttered once more as I saw his innocent expression.
Blanc is so so so cute.
Is he really a dragon…? He’s more like a kitty than a dragon because of his size and with the way he slept all day.
I couldn’t even imagine him using magic or spewing fire out of his mouth!
While I was curious about why he looked so small, I thought of something.
Was this related to the reason why people who couldn’t wield mana saw him with a different appearance?
Blanc, you can’t be kidnapped by greedy people, okay? Something bad could happen.
Camouflaging his appearance seemed to be his first line of defense, but this was just my guess.
Come to think of it, Albert also described Blanc as a fledgling who’s not a dragon yet.
Then, what’s needed for him to become a dragon?
Albert seemed to know more about Blanc, but I couldn’t ask yet.
Alright. Let’s ask while we’re eating.
“What’s thiiis…?”
“It’s a simple bread dish, but it’s usually eaten during brunch.”
“What’s bruunch…?”
“It’s a meal you eat that combines breakfast and lunch.”
At this, Blanc opened his mouth excitedly and asked in an enthusiastic voice.
“Is it yuuummy like yesterday…?”
“Did you like the meat yesterday?”
“Yeah… It’s my first time eating something so yuuummy… even if it was hot inside my mouth… it was sooo yummy…”
It seemed to have been spicy even for Blanc. Maybe I should tone it down next time.
Even though Albert didn’t care if he ate something spicy, the main character has a steel-like stamina buff, so I’m more worried about Blanc’s stomach. He was so much like a child I needed to take care of.
“I wanna watch you cooook…”
Blanc came up on the countertop and settled himself there.
Delighted by this, I smiled as I watched him lie down. Just looking at him cheered me up.
French toast was one of the few bread dishes I knew.
Rosé’s memories were gradually fading from my mind, so I couldn’t think of any other bread recipe.
Of course, when I first possessed her body, I didn’t have all of her memories.
I could only distinctly recall her negotiating the tower’s facilities with Rosteratu before entering this place and kissing Albert.
However, I could roughly guess the poor life of the orphaned maid who entered the palace for work.
I could understand her to some extent because we lived similar lives.
Then again, there wasn’t much about her in the novel.
The details mentioned about her were simple.
She had fallen for Albert, and just like that, she fell for Rosteratu’s tempting offer as well. In the end, she died after she pushed Albert too far.
Her memories, as they entered my mind the first moment I woke up in this body, gradually became blurry. It’s as if I was forcibly recalling memories that someone else told me about.
Inside a bowl, I mixed some eggs and some milk, then stirred with a spoon.
There’s no whipped cream, or even syrup or fruits in the tower, so this wasn’t exactly proper French toast. Still, it’s worth making egg bread.
After the pan had been heated, I dipped the bread in the egg mixture. Then, I put some oil on the pan and placed the bread there.
After being dipped in the egg mixture, the bread sizzled a bit and became golden brown as it was cooked.
I turned over the bread and cooked it evenly, then I placed it in a bowl.
Blanc’s eyes were sparkling as he watched me cook.
“Whoaaa… It’s amaaazing…”
“This is called ‘french toast’, Blanc.”
“French toast…”
I handed over the bowl with the French toast, and Blanc ate with a smile.
Watching him eat was such a pleasant sight. Was this how mothers felt?
He really looked like a baby, but I suddenly wondered how old Blanc actually was.
“Blanc, how old are you?”
“Me? Hmm…”
Blanc counted while opening and closing his claws one after another. I started sweating a little because he seemed to be much older than I thought.
What the…? How long do you need for you to count your age…?
“I’m 499 years ooold… Just a little less than a year until my biiirthday…”
So you’re about the same age as my great-grandfather’s… grandfather’s… grandfather.
People should really stop judging other people by their appearance. But wait, Blanc’s not a person.
“…Can I really speak to you casually and just call you Blanc without honorifics?”
Feeling my body slightly tremble, I asked carefully, but Blanc only smiled and nodded.
“It’s okay because you’re giving me yummy food…”
You keep forgiving me because of food, Blanc. I think we’re on the same wavelength.
Touched by this, I hugged Blanc. He’s warmer than I thought.
“Now then, let’s go up and eat together.”
“Don’t wannaaa… I’ll eat heere…”
“Why? There’s a handsome prince upstairs.”
“The way he looks at me is wiieerd…”
What was he talking about? Sure, he’s scary when he’s angry, but most of the time he’s harmless.
“Let’s both go up now, okay?”
“I don’t wannaa… Go on aheeaad…”
Blanc was stubborn until the end, so I just left out his share of the french toast from the tray and went up by myself.
Of course, I didn’t forget to tell him not to eat the ingredients in the pantry.
¹ ‘Three Meals a Day’ is a reality cooking show that aired on tvN back in 2014 ↩
Want to read more? Advanced chapters are available on Patreon! (for selected novels only)
≪ Discord ≫
≪ Novel Updates ≫
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
