The Cooking Princess - Chapter 55
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The Princess Who Cooks
Episode 55
In fact, Chloe’s fame at the treaty ceremony was partly due to the love triangle, but it was also thanks to the food she had made.
She hadn’t been formally invited, nor had anyone asked her to make food, so there was no need to do it, and it wasn’t really her place to do so either.
‘I need to make people think that I wasn’t forcing my way into participating here, but that there was a reason I deserved to be invited.’
So Chloe spent the entire day before the treaty ceremony making ‘this,’ and distributed one to everyone participating in the treaty ceremony.
“Sister Chloe, what you shared yesterday was really delicious.”
“That’s right. The name was… ‘ice cream,’ wasn’t it?”
Even if the weather wasn’t extremely hot, staying indoors for a long time naturally made one feel stuffy.
Chloe applied the shaved ice recipe she had made before to create popsicles.
It was actually much simpler than shaved ice. Just blend milk, fruit, and sugar, insert sticks, put them in molds, and freeze them in the freezer.
The response to the ice cream distributed during the party was tremendous.
Today, a day after the party ended, even at the volunteer service, the few ladies who had been invited and seated that day were talking about it.
“It was really cool and sweet.”
“Ah, thank you.”
“No, not just the ice cream, but what on earth happened yesterday between His Highness the Prince and His Grace the Duke?”
“Exactly. The minstrels are quick on their feet too – they’re already singing songs about the three of you as protagonists in the square.”
Chloe, who had been happily listening to the ice cream compliments, turned bright red when she was confronted head-on with the topic she wanted to avoid.
Seeing Chloe, who usually appeared mature, flustered like a child for once, the ladies found her adorable while being relentless in their teasing.
“My goodness, did you see it was even in the newspaper article this morning?”
“Of course. The reporters have such good imaginations – they even drew illustrations already, didn’t they?”
“I, I don’t know… Please, can’t we talk about something else?”
Only when Chloe pleaded almost to the point of tears did the teasing finally subside.
Of course, even while volunteering, she could sense that the ladies who made eye contact with Chloe or passed by her couldn’t help but smile.
‘This is stressful…’
She had never wanted to receive attention like this.
It seemed the treaty ceremony between the Imperial Palace and the Magic Tower had become quite the topic of conversation.
Even the children at the orphanage, which the volunteer service regularly visited to share food and provide support, knew about Chloe’s love triangle.
“Sister! Do you like the Prince or the Duke?”
“Are you going to marry the Prince?”
“No! It’s the Duke!”
“No it’s not!”
“It’s neither of them, kids…”
Not listening to Chloe’s attempts to stop them, the children were busy among themselves trying to find Chloe a husband.
‘This is stressful…!’
Between the ladies and the children, everyone she met talked about that story, so by the time she finished volunteering at the orphanage and returned to the temple, Chloe was completely exhausted.
The mental exhaustion was greater than the physical intensity of the work.
“Ho ho. You look tired, Sister Chloe.”
“No, I’m not…”
The priest smiled seeing Chloe with dark circles that had descended to her cheekbones.
The priest also seemed to know all about the topic Chloe was carrying around, but fortunately said nothing else, perhaps because Chloe looked so exhausted.
“You worked hard again today. Go ahead and finish up so you can head home.”
“Yes.”
It was when Chloe had finished cleaning up and was about to head home.
“Chloe.”
Turning around at the familiar voice, she saw a welcome face.
“Shurya!”
It was Shurya, whom she hadn’t seen for a while except for that unsettling letter she had sent recently.
“Are you busy right now?”
“No, I just finished everything and was about to head home.”
“Then if it’s alright, could you spare some time to talk with me?”
At Shurya’s words, Chloe felt a slight sense of foreboding but nodded her head.
Between the letter she had sent before and the reason they hadn’t been able to meet much lately, could it be related?
While she wanted to avoid the situation, she felt that she needed to face it at least once.
“It’ll just be a moment. Let’s go somewhere quiet.”
The place Shurya led her to was the courtyard of the temple.
Just as Shurya said that no one comes here at this time, it was very quiet.
“What’s so serious that you need to talk about it?”
Chloe asked in a voice a tone higher than usual, not wanting the atmosphere to become awkward.
After hesitating for a moment, Shurya suddenly asked an unexpected question.
“How was the treaty ceremony?”
“Ah, yes… It went well.”
Chloe answered somewhat bewildered, unable to grasp the intention behind the question.
“From what I heard, it seems you quite enjoyed it.”
“Well, it wasn’t bad… Everything was good until Claude suddenly interfered.”
She was troubled because of the Duke, whom she didn’t even know would be attending, and on top of that, other people were writing ridiculous romances about her, Shuel, and Claude, which was giving her a headache. As Chloe grumbled like this, Shurya stared at her with unreadable eyes.
“Who is the next Merchant Prince, Chloe?”
“…Excuse me?”
Chloe couldn’t hide her bewilderment at the repeated contextless questions. This was even a question she couldn’t answer.
“How would I know that?”
“Do you really not know?”
“Of course not. Actually, I wasn’t originally invited to the treaty ceremony either – I forced my way into participating. I couldn’t possibly know about the next Merchant Prince.”
Chloe tilted her head, wondering why Shurya was asking her such things.
‘Doesn’t the next Merchant Prince appear in the original story? Even though he’s a supporting character.’
The current Merchant Prince who holds the position at the Magic Tower retires when Chloe and Shurya turn eighteen, saying ‘I am now old, so I will entrust the future to a young man.’
The next Merchant Prince was a supporting character, so she didn’t remember him in detail, but Chloe remembered he was a man with an cheerful impression, having black hair and purple eyes.
Shurya, who had seen him before her regression, would know much better than herself, who couldn’t even remember his name or age.
Unable to understand why Shurya was asking her such questions, Chloe tilted her head with a blank expression.
Then Shurya spoke with a cold expression different from before.
“The Magic Tower and the Temple may seem like adversaries on the surface, but that’s not necessarily true.”
For Chloe, it was a topic that made her wonder why she was telling her this, but since Shurya looked so serious, she listened quietly for now.
“In the past, they really were adversaries, but the relationship became complicated because the Temple owes the Magic Tower something.”
Chloe was flustered by the candid information coming from the current Saint, but tried not to show it.
However, Shurya seemed to sense something from Chloe’s calm attitude.
“You’re not surprised?”
Shurya suddenly brought her face close to Chloe’s as she spoke.
Chloe was startled and began to stammer.
“…Y-yes?”
“Like someone who naturally knows that the Temple needs help from the Magic Tower.”
Because Shurya had brought her face so close, Chloe couldn’t even avoid her gaze and just swallowed dryly.
“I was just trying to listen quietly to the story. Since it’s an area I don’t know about.”
But Shurya stared intently into Chloe’s eyes with those enchanting violet pupils and added:
“You know, don’t you.”
Her voice was filled with complete certainty.
“That I’m the Saint.”
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