I Was Just Having Fun With The Time Limit - Chapter 64

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Oh my, what a headache.
I barely managed to endure the throbbing pain at my temples as I gazed at the two people before me.
They had already been engaged in a heated debate for thirty minutes straight.
“So you’re saying my desserts must be made exclusively for the Princess, and that’s the only way they have value?”
“Don’t you understand how beautifully the Princess sees the world? When something tastes that good, you should make as much as possible so many people can enjoy it.”
“That’s all just an excuse!”
“What excuse!”
“You’re treating my sincerity toward the Princess as a money-making scheme!”
“What’s wrong with that!”
“Everything’s wrong with it!”
Even after a long back-and-forth, the gap between Yuri’s and Narmore’s opinions remained unbridged.
I understood what both of them were saying.
‘Yuri wants to make desserts exclusively for me, while Narmore wants to establish mass production and turn it into a business.’
I understood their points perfectly well… but why were they arguing like this in my room?
“Both of you, stop!”
“…”
“…”
Yuri and Narmore fell silent.
They both looked at me simultaneously, and those four eyes gleamed with the unmistakable desire of ‘take my side!’
“The only reason you’re fighting in front of me is because you want me to make a judgment, right?”
Yuri looked at me with an uncomfortable expression.
‘You understand, don’t you? My sincere feelings toward the Princess.’
Though she hadn’t spoken, I could practically hear her voice in my head.
Her gaze was so burdensome that I quietly averted my eyes.
‘Why is Narmore looking at me like that?’
Narmore, who would one day become the richest man on the continent, was staring at me with an expression dripping with greed for wealth.
It was as if he were shouting, ‘I’ll earn you an enormous fortune!’
Their opinions were vastly different, but they shared one thing in common.
If I sided with one, the other would definitely sulk.
‘I’m not Solomon.’
Ugh, my head hurts. I’d rather study linear algebra and abstract algebra instead.
This kind of painfully humanities-oriented(?) situation really wasn’t my style.
Being naturally science-minded, I just wanted to walk away.
“I like both of you. I understand what both of your opinions are.”
Both of them swallowed hard.
I’m sorry, but I’ve decided not to take anyone’s side.
“But both of you seem to have forgotten who I am.”
“…”
“…”
When it’s difficult to take someone’s side, don’t take anyone’s side! If I’m in an awkward situation, I’ll make the other person even more awkward!
This was the best approach I could come up with.
“I do care about Yuri and Narmore, but it’s impolite to raise your voices and fight in front of me.”
Yuri and Narmore straightened their postures. It seemed they hadn’t anticipated my reaction.
“I appreciate that you feel comfortable around me, but I’d prefer you didn’t put me in such an awkward position.”
* * *
Steward Dailsa, who had been listening to the entire conversation from outside, smiled softly.
In truth, as a steward, he had been about to scold Yuri.
‘The Princess is truly remarkable.’
She seemed like nothing but a friend, nothing but kind, nothing but weak—yet upon closer inspection, she was not.
Kind yet not weak.
It was truly difficult, yet Isabel accomplished it effortlessly.
Dailsa knocked softly.
“It is Steward Dailsa. May I enter?”
“Yes. Please come in.”
There is a famous saying left by Marco, the continent’s greatest appraiser.
The steward acted as a steward should.
Today too, the steward offered a wise answer.
“The reason you wish to make desserts only for the Princess is because you’re aiming for the highest quality, isn’t it?”
“…That’s right.”
Desserts made for one person. And desserts made for countless people.
It was Yuri’s principle that their quality could not help but differ.
“Narmore, you think it’s a waste to simply leave Yuri’s excellent business idea unused, don’t you?”
“…That’s correct.”
“Then a compromise is needed.”
What Dailsa proposed was a ‘limited edition premium dessert shop.’
Each day, they would accept reservations from only a minimal number of customers to craft desserts.
In exchange, they decided to employ a differentiation strategy by charging an exorbitant price.
“I understand.”
“I understand.”
Both Yuri and Narmore agreed.
“Now then, you two make up.”
Narmore extended his hand with an awkward expression.
“Yuri, shake his hand quickly.”
“….”
Yuri hesitated for a moment before grasping Narmore’s hand.
No one knew.
That this very moment was the birth of Yurimorr Corporation, the continent’s greatest confectionery enterprise.
* * *
That night, Yuri tucked the blanket around me and fidgeted beside me.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m so sorry. I got intoxicated by the fact that you treat me like a friend, Your Highness, and I fear I’ve committed a grave mistake.”
“….”
Seeing Yuri looking so dejected, my heart grew uneasy.
‘It wouldn’t really bother me if she treated me like a true friend.’
They say that what’s formed in childhood lasts a lifetime, and my entire sense of self was forged in South Korea.
So it truly didn’t matter to me that she was comfortable around me and complained a bit in my presence.
Yuri wanted to create the finest desserts for me, and Narmore wanted to provide me material assistance.
Because I understood both their hearts well, I wasn’t truly angry.
I had only tried to stop the two of them from fighting, but the effect was far too dramatic.
‘I was just in an awkward position myself… but if I say I’m fine and it doesn’t bother me, wouldn’t Yuri become even more anxious?’
By now, I had grown quite accustomed to this world.
This wasn’t South Korea, and accordingly, the culture was different, and the way people thought was different.
Here, acting like a proper Princess was actually what would put Yuri at ease.
“Then show me your best effort. Truth be told, I’ve been thinking it would be wonderful if people could taste your desserts.”
I laughed lightly.
“You’re the finest pastry chef I know.”
Yuri’s face flushed at my words, and she smiled softly.
“I’ve forgiven everything, so you can smile brightly now.”
And a few minutes later, Narmore came to my room as well.
Yuri spoke with a hint of discomfort.
“What time is it that you’re visiting the Princess’s room?”
“11:02.”
“I wasn’t asking because I didn’t know.”
“Then what about you?”
“I’m a servant.”
“Then I want to be a servant too.”
“…Is that open-mindedness, or are you just being difficult?”
Yuri spoke as calmly as possible without raising her voice.
She still seemed preoccupied with what had happened during the day.
“Why do you look like that?”
I sat up and looked at Narmore.
Another person seemed to overlap with Narmore’s image.
I could see the figure of my fourth brother Michael, who always wandered about with a grimy face.
“Narmore, why do you look like that?”
“Well….”
Narmore approached me hesitantly.
He was hiding something behind his back, and he fumbled awkwardly for quite some time.
“It’s… well….”
Narmore held something out to me.
It was a crudely made flower crown.
“I noticed last time that you seemed to enjoy flower crowns, so I brought one as a gift.”
I loved going to the Flower Garden with Bumblebee and making flower crowns together.
When Bumblebee placed a flower crown on her head, it was impossibly adorable.
Watching Bumblebee craft flower crowns with such contentment was one of my favorite pastimes.
It seemed she had witnessed this at some point.
“I’m afraid my ambitions got ahead of me, so I stopped….”
The flower crown was terribly crude and sloppy, but I could sense the sincerity behind it.
“I’ll think of it as a lazy person overcoming their laziness—growing pains, if you will.”
“….”
“So both of you, put your minds at ease and sleep well. I’ve forgiven you both.”
“Then you don’t hate me?”
“How could I hate you when I understand your heart so completely?”
I glanced over and noticed Yuri flinch in surprise.
It seemed Yuri had also feared being despised by me.
“Brother, Sister, I don’t hate any of you. You’re both precious friends to me.”
Today, I felt it once again.
The weight of every single word the Princess speaks.
‘Each word I say carries such tremendous gravity.’
So I resolved to be more careful and thoughtful whenever I spoke.
After all, a single word from me could have a profound impact on someone.
Eventually, Narmore returned to his room, and as Yuri closed the door, she spoke softly.
“Thank you for not hating me.”
Those words struck something painful in my chest.
Grateful for not being hated.
‘I need to make sure she doesn’t have to be grateful for something like that.’
I realized I wanted her to feel grateful not for being tolerated, but for being genuinely cherished.
‘Starting tomorrow, I need to treat her better.’
And two months passed.

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