I Was Just Having Fun With The Time Limit - Chapter 51

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In conclusion, Yuri had blossomed with a new talent.
It was a talent she herself had never known she possessed.
If she was a mathematical prodigy, then she was a genius at making desserts.
She possessed such an extraordinary talent that even ordinary geniuses would feel inadequate in comparison.
After spending the last six months pondering what desserts Princess Isabel would enjoy, she had become a full-fledged pastry chef.
The youngest pastry chef in the Imperial Palace.
‘I hope the Princess will like it….’
Ssshhh—
White steam infused with a sweet aroma rose gently into the air.
She waited for the dough to finish baking while nervously biting her index fingernail.
Soon, a beautifully golden waffle revealed its elegant form.
Isabel’s eyes widened.
“W-wait, is this… is this…!”
Isabel found herself happy once again.
Yuri explained today’s dessert with a heart full of excitement and anticipation.
“I put croissant dough in a waffle pan and baked it.”
Isabel’s eyes sparkled brilliantly.
She had only ever seen it on social media, never actually tasted it before.
“Though it has the shape of a waffle, it’s structured with multiple layers stacked upon each other, so I tried to create the texture that the Princess would absolutely love.”
Yuri felt delighted.
Isabel was genuinely passionate about desserts.
Isabel was the person who enjoyed Yuri’s bread with the most sincerity and joy in the world.
The fact that she could present a new dessert to that Isabel made her happy.
“I made the outside crispy and the inside moist.”
“Sister Yuri, I have a request.”
“Just say the word.”
“Add some whipped cream to this.”
Luluka, who had been watching from the side, chimed in with a comment.
“Your Highness, there’s already plenty of sugar syrup drizzled on it.”
Luluka thought Isabel’s love of sweets was becoming a serious problem.
So she decided that at least today, she absolutely had to restrain her.
“Midwife, despite how I look, I have the body of a Vilotian.”
“….”
“At least until I’m twenty-one, I’m incredibly resilient, so don’t worry. My brothers are fine even after consuming deadly poison.”
Luluka found herself at a loss for words.
Well, it was true that while Isabel could not learn swordsmanship, there was no denying that she carried the blood of the Vilotian Royal Family.
Isabel spoke with complete sincerity.
“It has to be dairy whipped cream!”
“Yes.”
Yuri happily prepared the whipped cream for her.
It was sweetened milk whipped cream made from her own special recipe.
Mmm, mmm, this is truly delicious.
I’ve never tasted such a delicious waffle since I was born into this world.
Isabel savored the fresh waffle with genuine admiration.
Yuri smiled brightly watching her.
‘I suppose I was born for this.’
Yuri spoke.
“What should we name this dessert?”
“Can I name it? Shouldn’t the pastry chef be the one to name it?”
“I am a pastry chef for only one person, after all.”
“Hehe.”
Isabel didn’t deliberate for long.
“Croffle!”
This was the moment a new confection—the croffle—was born in the Vilotian Empire.
* * *
Yuri had once immersed herself in mathematics for the sake of survival. Yet despite this, she was called a mathematical genius.
Now, she had found work that brought her genuine joy—not merely for survival, but for true happiness.
This transcended the realm of mere genius.
Genius beyond genius.
A girl who had been too poor to experience desserts, who had never known the profession of pastry chef, now walked the path of a pastry chef.
This was a small change that Isabel had created.
Yet the changes Isabel sparked were not limited to Yuri alone.
Another transformation had also occurred—in Narmore.
* * *
Narmore. Nineteen years old.
He lay in a shabby house in the slums of Villorian’s capital, indulging in laziness.
“Stupid privileged fools.”
Just three years ago, he had been a boy full of dreams and passion.
Now he had become the second-most lazy person in the world, if anyone could claim the first.
“Sigh, fine. Let me just be lazy.”
He had once dreamed of becoming a successful businessman.
But that dream was shattered mercilessly by the Rosild family.
This was the small flutter of wings that Isabel had set in motion.
Months ago, when Narmore’s passion still burned bright, he visited the Rosild family every single day.
It was because of Isabel.
Narmore was deeply moved by news of Isabel—how despite her terminal condition, she lived with all her might.
‘Don’t give up!’
So he continued to seek out Rosilde, hoping to borrow funds needed for his business.
Never giving up, persisting until success.
‘Like Princess Isabel, I’ll create a beautiful journey without giving up.’
This content did not exist in 【The Villainess Dies Within a Time Limit】.
Stimulated by Isabel, Narmore kindled even greater dreams and passion.
‘I must keep searching. If I keep knocking, a path will appear. I’m showing my passion.’
But it was precisely around that time when Rosilde’s mood had become terribly sour.
Not only had Rosilde’s precious only daughter Reina been in poor spirits, but the Vilotian Royal Family had committed an act of disrespect toward the Rosild Duchy—they had taken Yuri, a thief, as a lady-in-waiting to the Princess.
The sparks of that fury scattered in all directions, and one particularly large spark landed on Narmore.
‘Don’t kill him, just drive him out! How dare this con artist set foot here!’
Narmore was beaten and tormented before being expelled from Rosilde.
The process was so harsh that his dreams and passion shattered into pieces.
Because his dreams had been so grand, his fall from such heights was all the more devastating.
He despaired far more deeply than in the original work, and it completely destroyed Narmore’s self-esteem and dreams.
The only thing sustaining him was a new friend he had made since coming here.
Though the friend was much younger and rather foolish, being with him simply put his mind at ease.
It even felt quite pleasant, as if he had returned to childhood.
“Let’s ride the rocket swing.”
“Are you trying to destroy the swing again?”
“Hehe. This time I’ll control my strength.”
The new friend he had made in the slums was named Michael. He was a boy with a monstrous physique.
Whether this fellow had no parents either, his appearance was extremely dirty and unkempt.
He was a strange one who would disappear somewhere and reappear whenever boredom struck.
“Last time you said you’d control your strength too. But you still destroyed the swing and got scolded terribly by Uncle Charles.”
“But when I checked the next day, it was fixed?”
“That’s exactly why Uncle Charles must have had such a hard time.”
“Uncle Charles didn’t fix it.”
“Then who fixed it?”
“I did!”
“As if.”
Narmore sprawled flat on the ground, giggling with laughter.
“Your name is the same as the Prince’s, but your behavior is reckless and wild… huh?”
He was already flying.
Because Michael was carrying him and running.
The speed was so fast it felt like he was soaring through the sky.
“Hey, hey, hey, wait, wait, wait a moment!”
When he came to his senses, he was already sitting on the swing.
Michael shouted with a wide grin.
“Runaway rocket! Launching!”
Michael became serious.
“Let’s go, toward the sky!”
The swing soared toward the heavens.
Strangely enough, the swing had become incredibly sturdy.
It appeared to have been newly crafted from excellent materials.
* * *
My jaw dropped open.
“Your newly made friend’s name is Narmore?”
“Yeah. He’s ugly.”
Forgotten memories began surfacing one by one.
It wasn’t from the novel itself, but from the settings collection the author had briefly published before making it private.
[Name: Narmore (Nar)]
[During childhood, there was a brief period of wandering. At that time, he used the alias Nar.]
It wasn’t content covered in the novel.
So I hadn’t recalled it, but hearing the name “Nar” suddenly brought it back to mind.
‘He changed his name.’
The Narmore I remembered was a highly successful businessman.
I couldn’t picture “Nar” rolling around in the slums.
‘No wonder Viscount Biatonn couldn’t find him either!’
I spoke to my brother.
“Please arrange for me to meet Nar.”
“Why? He can’t even fight.”
“There are things I really want to talk to him about.”
“With someone who can’t even fight?”
“I’ll give you this.”
Persuading my brother was incredibly easy.
My brother, who hesitated over a piece of the croffle Yuri had made, experienced a whole new world.
“I’ll introduce you. But you need to change your clothes.”
“What?”
“It’s a rule there.”
I changed out of my luxury dress and into a rough cotton t-shirt and shorts instead.
I walked barefoot instead of wearing my finest leather sandals.
“Hehe.”
My brother rubbed my cheek with his hand.
Though there was clearly nothing on his hand, my cheek turned as dark as if squid ink had been sprayed on it.
“…This actually works?”
“Surprising, right?”
And he’s not even a mage.
“Isn’t that a toxin coming from your body?”
“So I tested it on Bumblebee first.
“Wait, what?!”
“Don’t worry. He was fine.”
“But Bumblebee is a delicate creature!”
“He even eats the deadly venom of a king cobra monster.”
“…What?”
“Well, he did pass out for a moment.”
“What, what are you saying?”
“Then he woke up and ate it deliciously again.”
“…Deadly poison?”
“If it were me, I wouldn’t have even passed out. Anyway, it’s ridiculous.”
I gave up on having sensible, everyday conversations with my brother.
In any case, I arrived at the slums with my brother.
I was somewhat surprised that such an environment existed within the capital itself.
‘I really have become too accustomed to luxury.’
I had lived a life far removed from poverty.
That was why there were things I had not seen.
‘Such places… existed.’
Those invisible things began to come into view.
A young child sat leaning against a wall, wearing tattered clothes, staring in my direction.
His eyes were hollow, and he appeared to be suffering from severe hunger.
At that moment, my brother grabbed my wrist.
“Why are you walking so slowly?”
My brother half-forcibly dragged me along.
As I was pulled forward, I looked up at my brother’s face.
“Brother?”
Something about my brother’s expression seemed odd.
And then I came to understand things I had never considered before.

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