"Taking a day off, huh? Honestly, aside from the ti I was in a coma, it’s been a long while since I’ve gone even a single day without doing anything," I said, reflecting on everything that had happened over the past few days.
In fact, ever since I transmigrated to this world, there hadn’t been a single day when nothing happened—whether it was a fight or just traveling. Staying in a room and simply letting ti pass was a luxury I didn’t have.
"It’s important to take a break from ti to ti, especially when your body is still in pain," Justine said, adjusting her glasses.
"Ah, right!" Alicia said, as if she had just rembered sothing important, then turned to . "Rick, I have a surprise for you."
"A surprise?" Alicia’s words puzzled .
"That’s right. Ingrid was kind enough to teach how to bake a cake while you were unconscious."
"Cake!" I said excitedly.
I must have overreacted, because all the girls were staring at with wide eyes. I didn’t know why, but they seed a bit uneasy, as if sothing were making them uncomfortable.
"Oh my," Alicia let out a small laugh. "Do you like cake, Rick?"
"I really like cake!" I said bluntly.
"Hehehe, then I think this is a good opportunity. It’s a wonderful chance for you to try it."
"I spent all of yesterday preparing it, and luckily there’s still plenty left," Alicia said, clasping her hands together as if in prayer. "It’s a funny coincidence, but we figured it wouldn’t take long for you to wake up. Maybe it’s a miracle from Lady Freya."
"Wait, Alicia. Don’t you think it would be better for Rick to eat sothing healthier? You know, to help him recover," Sarah said, though there was a nervous expression on her face.
"I don’t think it will be a problem. Rick looks well enough to . Do you feel any discomfort in your stomach, my prince?"
"I want cake!" I declared.
With the exception of Alicia, who gave a big smile, all the other girls looked at with expressions of disgust.
’What’s wrong with you all? Don’t you like cake?’ I thought, frowning at them.
"I’ll go get it," Alicia said with a smile on her face, heading out of the room until her footsteps could no longer be heard.
"Rick, uh... how can I put this?" Diane said to hesitantly.
When I looked at her more closely, I noticed sothing different. "Diane, your clothes..."
She was wearing sothing completely different from her usual outfit. Instead of her uniform—which looked more like a swimsuit—a buttoned blouse now covered her upper body, while a purple skirt partially covered her thighs.
"Ah, these clothes. You told my uniform drew too much attention. As an assassin, I couldn’t continue like that, so I asked Ingrid if she had sothing else, and she gave these. Do I look strange?"
"No, I’d never say that. I think they suit you very well," I said to her.
Diane blushed, her face showing a bashful expression. "Thank you."
From a distance, I could hear Alicia’s hurried footsteps—she seed quite eager to have try her cake. The other girls, however, grew more nervous the closer she got.
"Rick, I’m going to be direct about this," Sarah said, without Diane’s hesitation. "Don’t eat the cake!"
"No way!" I replied imdiately.
"Don’t be stubborn," Sarah shot back. "You shouldn’t eat that cake."
"Sarah, I really love cake. If it were any other ti, I’d listen to you—but not now. Believe when I say my body is fine enough for this."
"It’s not about that..." Sarah tried to warn , but it was already too late.
"I’m back~" Alicia said, carrying a plate with the cake in her hands.
It was a small, yellow cake with a golden tint on the outside. I couldn’t touch it yet, but its texture alone was a feast for the eyes. My mouth watered just looking at it.
"Don’t say I didn’t warn you," Sarah said to , then stepped aside to let Alicia co closer.
What was strange, though, was that such a beautiful cake had barely been eaten. It looked like only one or two slices had been taken.
’What a waste!’ I thought.
Alicia was kind enough to serve a small plate with a slice of her beautiful cake. And it wasn’t just beautiful—the sll was so good, so intoxicating, that I felt compelled to eat it.
"It’s my first ti baking a cake, so please give your honest opinion, okay?" Alicia said with a sincere smile.
"You can count on it, Alicia. But there’s no way a cake like this could be bad." I took a piece with my fork. "Let’s see."
I guided the fork to my mouth, closing my lips around it, letting my tongue taste the sweet cake.
"Ugh!" My body reacted instantly as my taste buds registered the flavor.
Bad wouldn’t even begin to describe it. Disgusting, revolting, inedible—those were so of the words that ca to mind, but none of them truly captured what I had just put in my mouth.
’But how is this even possible?’ I thought in that split second. ’The sll and appearance were perfect, especially considering the inn’s equipnt... so how could soone make sothing like this? How can a cake be this hideous?’
I looked at Alicia. The beautiful blonde girl was watching closely with a smile on her face. Her erald-green eyes were filled with expectation.
So I went against every instinct in my body—and swallowed her cake. That was my biggest mistake.
"What did you think, Rick?" Alicia asked cheerfully.
I didn’t want to disappoint her. I simply couldn’t tell her it was the worst thing I had ever eaten in my life. So I chose to lie.
"It’s... really... go—" My mouth failed to finish the sentence.
My body collapsed forward onto the bed, powerless, as if I had been struck by death. I had barely co out of a coma, and now it felt like I was sinking back into darkness again.
"Rick!" Alicia shouted in panic.
’I think I’m going to die...’ I thought as my stomach began to churn like it was caught in a whirlpool.
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