I Awoke as an Imprisoned Villainess-Chapter 9 - French toast with lots of honey

   French toast with lots of honey

It doesn’t take a long time for a person to fall into depravity.

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“What to say…so this is the magic of futon” (*Futon is like a mattress or bedding)

I am on a soft, fluffy bed.

I woke up to the subtle morning sun and was intoxicated by the comforts of the soft and warm futon.

“Never sleep on the floor again. Sleep on the bed”. I was always startled awake because of dreaming of falling when I was ordered to sleep on the bed.

But I had grown accustomed to sleeping in this warm, fluffy, clean bed in less than five days. If I get asked if I still want to sleep on the floor now, I would say no.

(…I am hungry)

Even though I had three full meals yesterday, and even got sandwiches for a light meal.

I wonder if I get hungry regularly because this body is accustomed to such luxury.

With this thought in mind, I got up and made my bed.

Then I washed my face with cold water to get myself ready. Today I changed into a simple white dress. The first fancy dress looked good but even a simple dress looked good on a beautiful woman.

As I was doing this and that, there was a knock at the door. It was time to eat.

I wonder what’s the menu today! As I thought so, I naturally smiled and greeted the sour-faced Claude sama.

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“C-Claude sama… thi-this is…”

“…You said you want to eat it”

Claude sama look at the meal down on the table and said so.

There is a pure white soup with lots of ingredients, and a salad with thickly cut bacon and fresh vegetables. Then there is the bread, thickly sliced and baked to the beautiful golden brown.

A golden liquid is poured on top of the golden bread.

“It’s french toast with lots of honey. Since you said you want to eat it, even if you say you don’t want to eat—”

“I will eat it!”

I hurried to my seat before Claude sama changed his mind. Claude sama was slightly disturbed at my impatience.

“Is-is it really okay to eat it? I am going to eat it, you know? Don’t try to take it away from me the moment I’m about to eat ple-”

“What do you think I am?”

Claude sama frowned his eyebrows and said as if it was upsetting.

“There’s no way I would do that kind of thing. …Oi, what are you acting like? Stop it right now”

I was about to say prayers of thanks to him, but he looked disgusted so I hurriedly stopped. Let’s eat before it gets cold.

I cut the french toast into bite-sized pieces with a knife, and carefully put them in my mouth as to not spill a drop of honey.

As soon as I put it in my mouth, the aroma of honey waft into my nose, and a rich sweetness spread in my mouth.

“……!!”

It tastes incredibly good. I’m surprised that there is something this delicious. Happiness well up on it’s own in my heart.

But more than that, what filled my heart is the nostalgia.

“—is a glutton. All right, just a spoonful, okay?”

“This is not an ingredient. Eating something sweet makes my brain work”

“Fufu, that’s right. Eating something sweet will give you energy. —Sophia, remember. There are lots of things in this world that can cheer you up. That’s why, even if you encounter something sad-”

Her low, gentle voice came back to my ears.

I could never get it right no matter how many times I tried to remember and yet..

“…Violet”

Claude sama called quietly and I looked up.

“Why are you crying?”

When he said that to me with a terribly surprised look on his face, I realized I was crying.

“I… I am sorry. I became so happy after eating something sweet and…”

I hurriedly wiped my eyes and made excuses. Claude sama looked even more puzzled and muttered, “Crying because of happiness?” .

“I am fine mentally… umm, I just remembered my mother from long ago….”

As soon as I said that, my lips trembled and tears flowed out uncontrollably.

Even when I tightly frowned my eyebrows and bit my lips, they never stopped.

How stupid I am. I hadn’t been able to cry since my mother’s funeral, no matter how sad I was. How could I cry now, thirteen years later? It’s beyond the bounds of filial piety.

What’s more, it’s in front of people.

When I apologized to him in tears, he paused for a moment and said, “I didn’t see anything here”. Then he gently put his hands on my shoulders, and quietly walked out of the room.

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I ate the honey I received and cried heavily. I exposed such a shameful conduct, but I still savored the rest of the french toast and ate all of my breakfast. It was really really delicious. For me, the head chef of this tower is the number one person I would like to meet someday and express my gratitude and love.

I was putting my heart and soul into making new medicine with slightly heavy, swollen eyes after crying my heart out and eating.

My head which usually don’t work, seems to be working like a normal person today.

Just like my mother said, eating something sweet makes your brain work, and ideas I didn’t come up with before pop into my mind one by one. The power of sweetness is too amazing.

“The solution of boiled serratin leaves combined with the decoction of glucerne… is a good idea. Now we have to repeat the experiment to find the optimum hardness and check if the melting temperature makes a difference. ….Compatibility with what you actually put in is also important. Powder or boiled down liquid, which-”

“…Oi, Violet”

” ! ”

I turned around in surprise, and there stood Claude sama. I looked at my watch to see if it was already lunchtime— and it was already half an hour past the lunchtime. Thanks to the honey, I seem to have forgotten myself and become immersed in my work.

“I-I am sorry. I didn’t hear the knock at the door”

“…No”

Claude sama raised his eyebrows a little and turned his attention to the large number of small pots and pans I was struggling with.

By the way, that simple kitchen is the one I requested reluctantly to Claude sama to be prepared because I couldn’t give up the fire I have to use in medicine making no matter what.

At that time, I was so desperate that Claude sama said, “It feels creepy when you ask me to do something with such a low profile”, and looked really creeped out. I have caused so much trouble for Claude sama.

“This is… what are you making?”

“Yes! This is something that I thought I could do after hearing Neil sama’s story yesterday, but first of all, I thought the problem of food imbalance might be in the background, and when I thought about what would be the first step to solve that problem, first, nutrition-”

“…It sounds like it’s going to be a long story. Let’s talk while eating”

With that said, Claude sama turned his eyes to the table where the food for two was lined up.

“…! Claude sama”

This chapter is updat𝙚d by freeweɓnovel.cøm.

“We don’t like to see each other’s faces, but it would be nice to eat a meal together at least once a day”

Translator Notes:

I am really really sorry! I broke my promise to update two Chapters today. Even now, I posted this Chapter in a rush. I had an unexpected event at night. It’s near 2:30, and although I am extremely sorry for not keeping my word, I will definitely post two Chapters tomorrow. I will translate them in advance unlike today… And late merry christmas! Hope you all had a fun day.

(P.s. I translated this over 12 am and accidentally closed my nearly finished draft tab… I had to retype and arrange it all again so please kindly tell me if there’s any mistakes.)