"Eileen, tomorrow...can't get away..."

First, as the owner of the trading store, Eileen took the lead.

When she first arrived in Kakarl, the shop had not yet opened, so Eileen had time to help Little Dragon and act as Little Dragon's assistant.

But as the business grew, Eileen also became busy.

Later on, the assistant work was handed over to Yuna.

"Although I have always helped Little Dragon, if it comes to actually cooking in a competition..."

Indeed, everyone understood that Yuna was just a figurehead, merely for decoration.

Yuna was aware that she was just an assistant, only tasked with cutting ingredients and preparing materials, never actually cooking.

With Yuna in the competition, there was no chance of winning.

Finally, Cyclone looked at Elyse, remembering the infernal kitchen from earlier.

"Really..."

"What...It's clearly not my fault..."

In Cyclone's mind, Elyse seemed to have no role in cooking whatsoever. However, seeing Elyse's reaction, Cyclone couldn't be bothered to explain further.

"..."

"Don't blame everything on Elyse, sister..."

Eileen, being kind-hearted, naturally spoke up for Elyse.

"Stop, it's usually Little Dragon who takes care of everything, do you all think I don't know?"

Cyclone stated the fact, and no one, not even Elyse herself, could argue against it.

"Never mind, it's meaningless to dwell on this now."

Cyclone closed their eyes and started to think.

"Ask the council in the morning. Can the competition be postponed if one falls ill?"

"It can't."

Eileen immediately vetoed Cyclone's first thought.

"Isn't that lacking in compassion?"

"No, it's because this is the Great Dragon Festival. The chef's own health management is also one of the tests... After all, cooking for the Great Dragon puts a chef's self-care as part of the scoring..."

"But with Little Dragon like this, how can the competition proceed?"

Yuna emphasized the root of the problem once again.

If postponement was not an option, then for the sake of continuing Little Dragon's efforts, victory remained the only path in tomorrow's competition.

"Sigh..."

At this moment, Cyclone let out a long sigh.

"In that case...there is only one way left..."

Cyclone raised both hands and placed them on the table.

Raising one hand to support their chin, they spoke meaningfully.

"First, Yuna, you need to prepare some groundwork for me."

"Are you trying to find out tomorrow's topic in advance?"

For Yuna, infiltration tasks were a piece of cake.

If it weren't for Little Dragon's honesty, Yuna would have gladly helped out like this long ago, paving a perfect path to victory for Little Dragon.

After all, Yuna wasn't a person of righteousness; playing tricks on opponents was what stimulated Yuna the most.

Seeing the situation critical this time, Yuna naturally agreed to return to her old profession as a night walker.

"No, knowing won't help. The opponent is not a fool, but a truly powerful individual."

Indeed, even if knowing tomorrow's topic, it doesn't mean being able to cook a more delicious dish than the opponent.

"You have to do this, and then that!"

Cyclone whispered in Yuna's ear, making Eileen and Elyse curious about that dark and scary plan.

"This?! Do we really have to do this?"

Seeing a strategy that even surprised Yuna, this plan was definitely not to be underestimated.

"Trust me."

Yuna nodded confidently.

At the same time, Cyclone shifted his gaze and looked at Eileen.

"Afterwards... Eileen, I'll have to ask for your help."

Maintaining the same posture, Cyclone said seriously.

"Tonight, please go to the trading post... and prepare a set of women's clothing for your husband."

"..."

Cyclone's statement shocked the three wives simultaneously.

Ignoring the changed expressions on everyone's faces, Cyclone said in a low voice.

"It seems like tomorrow... I'll have to be a cross-dressing big shot."

Feeling helpless, Cyclone covered his eyes with one hand.

For the sake of his wife, Cyclone smiled and shed tears at the same time.