"Angelo... I vaguely remember you. Are you the leader of the church's representative team this time?"

As the unexpected guest walked in, Johannes continued dragging the unconscious associates to the corner while looking at Angelo, who confidently poured himself a drink at the counter.

Surprised, they thought this was a secret operation for their few people, but did the Holy See also send someone?

But considering that Miss Judicator, who controlled the entire layout, was also assigned by their teacher, this result did not seem surprising.

"Yes, Sir Johannes," Angelo smiled and nodded, taking off his hood to reveal his black hair.

"Forget about the 'sir' part. I'm just a Theurg," Johannes said, feeling uncomfortable with Angelo's respectful attitude. He waved his hand.

"You are a student under the Pope's guidance, and you will eventually become a pillar of the church. There's nothing inappropriate about it," Angelo said, lifting his glass and taking a sip.

"Heh..." Vira shook her arms and shivered, with a disgusted expression. "Can you not boast so much? It's giving me goosebumps."

Angelo's expression stiffened for a moment, and he coughed, covering his mouth. "Sorry, I'm used to it and sometimes can't stop myself."

"Forget about that for now. Why did you come running here? Aren't you supposed to participate in the Martial Arts Festival?"

"The Martial Arts Festival... we lost," Angelo said, rubbing his head sheepishly.

"Milt is more powerful overall, and she knows the rules of the competition better than us. If we fought hard and won, the cost would be too high. Besides, only by losing do we have the time to come and help. The gentleman specifically instructed... never mind."

His gaze drifted towards Johannes, and Angelo abruptly stopped himself from speaking further.

In the residential area of the academy city, on the street outside the villas.

Warm yellow lights shone down, casting long shadows of the three figures - master and servant.

"I must say, you really plan to cook by yourself?" Aya said as she carried two large bags of groceries, walking behind the princess, who also had two bags. She had a determined expression on her face.

"Well, of course! I absolutely cannot let those brats underestimate me!"

"Um, just a reminder, Princess, you are younger than all of them, according to age," Aya chuckled helplessly.

"That doesn't matter!" Tiran huffed. "Do I have to remind you that I have twenty years of memories before?"

Angel, who was at the back, also carried two large bags of groceries - all hanging from his wings while holding a bag of steaming popcorn in his hand. He kept stuffing it into his mouth like a squirrel:

"I don't care about the reason, but what we eat tonight is still important."

As for how they ended up like this... it wasn't that complicated. It was just that after Milt's battle ended today, a certain coach and her team accidentally chatted about dinner.

Mellon said they must eat well tonight to celebrate their victory, and Petra proposed, "Why don't I cook tonight? I'm quite confident in my cooking skills."

At that moment, Yuan Tianlong happened to sigh and say, "Girls who are good-looking and can cook are the best wives," or something like that.

He unintentionally flirted a little, making Petra blush.

And then... it became like this now.

No no no, so I still don't understand why!

Even though the reflected arc can circle the Earth and its speed can be compared to that of a bicycle, Mei Doulong still doesn't understand. And why do I have to come along with you when you can cook for yourself!

Mei Doulong's cooking skills are basically zero—well, what can you expect from a golden dragon who used to only eat raw fish in the wilderness or grilled fish over charcoal?

At times like this, you can only try your best to avoid trouble and hope that the princess can take care of you.

So-called "stay stable and don't mess things up" is like this.

However...

"How do you make this?"

Back in the villa, the princess stood in front of a table filled with various ingredients and stared at them, lost in thought.

Relying on you was indeed a mistake!

But the princess did think seriously about what to make. After all, the little rabbits from the Milt team were chatting and waiting for her dinner in the living room.

Hmm, although she initially considered making Chinese cuisine, she realized that she didn't know anything besides tomato scrambled eggs, which she learned from her grandmother during the summer vacation after the college entrance examination. Don't even mention something like squirrel mandarin fish that tests knife skills, I don't even know how to roast bamboo rat!

I can't just present a table full of dishes and say, "Here, tomato scrambled eggs, eggs fried with tomatoes, tomatoes stir-fried with tomatoes, enjoy! This is my masterpiece, absolutely no leftovers allowed! Whoever leaves some, I'll kill them."

—Even Tiran thinks that's a bit too much.

Then... let's step back and make something simpler. The difficulty level of Chinese cuisine is too high, how about Japanese cuisine?

At least I've... well, even though I'm now a shut-in, I've watched quite a few anime, aside from the ones that are common in daily life. "Food X Spirit," "XX Little Chef," "Today's Meal at the XX Family," "XXX's Dining Table," "Godly Little Chef Fukugui". They are all food-related... Oops, why does it feel a little off?

Ahem, anyway! Can't I just imitate it? In anime, there are some classic and representative dishes that are simple... Grilled eel rice? Deep-fried pork cutlet? Hamburger patty?

In any case, the princess confidently picked up a knife and prepared to start processing the ingredients. But right after making the first cut, she fell silent.

Damn it, watching and actually doing it are still useless. How am I supposed to do this? Can someone please drop me a coach!

"Oh, all-powerful Aya! Please help me, Qiu Li Gao!"

"Clearly, it's your own task, why should I help? Besides, I don't have that ability!"

"Cut... Aren't you the best at it?"

"Best at it... Are you treating me like a round ball player, you fatso...?" Aya said in regret, "Instead of asking me, why not try asking Xiao Feizi? She is at least a lonely foodie."

"Meow meow meow?"

Little Angel, who was sitting there waiting to eat, suddenly got called. Her expression turned into that of a cat —ヾ(=･ω･=)o

"Um, Xiao Feizi? What do you think?" Tiran had to place his last hope on Xiao Feizi.

"I only take responsibility for eating."

Very well, that's the expected answer. After all, it's only been a few months since Little Angel came into contact with human food. Not everyone is willing to spend a lot of time learning cooking like Tiran's brother...

"But if that's the case, isn't it another difficult situation?" Tiran slammed his head against the wall, and the wall made a painful cracking sound, HP-1.

"Let's call for reinforcements, otherwise we'll probably just end up eating fruit and vegetable salad tonight..." Aya suggested going out to find someone.

"No way!" The princess exclaimed, staring with wide eyes, instantly stunning Aya.

"Is there, um, a problem?"

"Anyway, I can't let the students know that I can't cook, otherwise I'll be so embarrassed!"

"I think your dinner is more important than your reputation, Miss," Aya sighed.

"Quit babbling!" Tiran glared aggressively, but gave in slightly, "Well... at least don't ask those students outside."

Oh? Not asking the students? But Petra seems reliable. Well, never mind, we can find someone else.

So, ten minutes later, in the villa's kitchen.

"Huh? Does Her Royal Silver War Maiden want to learn cooking from me?" The half-elf teacher pointed at himself with a surprised expression. Yusha, who had recently been exhausted and taking a bath when Aya knocked on his door, was still wearing a bath towel.

Fortunately, Aya was dressed as a maid, so Yusha didn't feel like a creep. He was just slightly surprised.

But it's better not to let the princess know about this.

Returning to the topic, Yusha was a bit troubled by Tiran's request. "Of course, no problem—although I really want to say that to you, Miss, it's not something you can learn in an instant."

"Yeah, yeah! So please teach me a simple and rough dish for dinner that doesn't require much skill!" Tiran earnestly clasped her hands together in front of her chest.

"Well... how about curry?" Yusha tentatively asked.

The princess hesitated for a moment. Oh right, how could I forget about this ultimate, handy anime-cooking tradition?

"Well, I was planning to make it tonight anyway, and there are plenty of ingredients here, so if you don't mind, I can make a curry sauce for you. You just need to prepare some rice and pour the sauce over it."

"Thank you so much, Coach Yusha! You're my savior... er, little angel!" The embarrassed Silver War Maiden grabbed Yusha's hand excitedly.

Little Fifi looked at Yusha with wide eyes, unable to believe it. Isn't he supposed to be ours, the little angel?

...

After Aya was declared useless and kicked out of the kitchen, she finally saw the legendary dinner of the princess after a long wait with the other students.

Curry rice with vegetable salad, well, it looks pretty ordinary...

"Um... Coach, does curry rice take this long?" Myron sat at the table, scooping a spoonful and looking skeptical at Tiran.

"Just eat your food, why so much nonsense."

Aya glared at him, silencing Myron's comment on the tip of his tongue.

"But Coach's cooking is actually pretty good. The beef is completely tender, and the meat juice mixed with the curry sauce creates a delightful aroma. The flavors of the potatoes and carrots blend perfectly together. The rice is a little hard, but it's just right when mixed with the curry sauce..." Petra gave a nice review while eating.

The others had fallen silent and devoured almost half of their plates already.

It seems Yusha's curry sauce played a significant role, Aya thought, curious, as she scooped a big spoonful into her mouth.

Huh? Why does it taste... different from what I imagined?

It's not that it tastes really bad, but... it's too sweet, right? There are some strange flavors mixed in with the sweetness, and upon closer inspection, the chunks of beef and potatoes are a bit burnt too.

This isn't the same curry they usually eat!

Aya felt wronged, Miss, did you do this on purpose?! Even though I didn't help you cook, I still put in a lot of effort, so why are you treating me like this!

But when Aya's gaze fell on the plate of curry rice in front of Tiran, she froze.

The beef and potatoes were also burnt, and the curry sauce had a slightly different color...

In the half-open kitchen behind the door, bubbles were bubbling up in another small pot on the stovetop, different from the pot Yusha used.