I got it!

　The result of cutting apples in the kitchen of the mansion is a pretty bunny apple.

　The bright red skin matches the light yellow color of the apple very well.

　The arch of the rabbit apple's back is so soft and beautiful that it reminds me of a real rabbit.

　The body of the rabbit is cut so that it can stand up stably, while the overall silhouette of the rabbit is left intact.

　Just by sitting on this plate, it looks as if it is eating grass. This alone is a work of art.

　Especially, these ears are wonderful.

　These ears are the best work I've ever done in my life.

　I don't know whether my skill is good or the quality of the apple is good, but a good work was done.

　I used apple seeds to recreate the dull eyes.

　Isn't this already too cute?　It's a shame to eat them. However, the nature of apples is such that if the cut surface is exposed to air, they turn brown.

　They are lovely but must be eaten quickly.

　Oh, I can't do that poor thing!　But if they don't, they'll turn brown and discolored.

　No, but if they discolor, they'll look like brown wild rabbits... no, apples don't discolor that nicely.

　It would be more of a yellowish color than a brown one. Still, it doesn't look very much like a wild rabbit.

　And most importantly, it doesn't taste good when you eat it at the end.

　This is the worst possible way for neither of us to be happy. This is something we must avoid.

　Ha!　Speaking of which, I've heard that putting a little bit of light salt water on them will greatly reduce the discoloration.

　I'm going to take some salt from the kitchen and dissolve it in some water and put it on your rabbit.

　It'll keep you alive for a long time.

　I smiled at the rabbits lined up on my plate and walked to my room.

　I sat down on a chair in my room and looked at the plates on my desk.

'Oh, they're so cute. I wonder if you guys could put some salt water on them like this to keep them forever fresh?

　What a conciliatory joke I was making, and I was poking the ears of these cute bunnies.

　Of course, I didn't take a bite out of them. No, it takes a lot of courage to chew up such a beautiful piece of art and smash it to pieces, doesn't it?

　You're still cute, though. We'll give you a name.

　Yes, we'll give you a name...

Oh, it's not an apple. I'll take one.

'Pyonkichi iiiiiiiiiii!

　Suddenly, without a sound, I was eaten by Sister Elinora who came from behind me.

　Oh, my little Pyonkichi gave me his name and scattered his life in three seconds.

　I didn't know this would happen the moment I breathed life into it. I shouldn't have given him a name.

''What's the matter with you, shut up. There are eight of them, you can share at least one of them with me. I mean, isn't it a bit salty?

　Sister Elinora looked unhappy as she chewed on half of the peonkis and chewed them.

　The only reason it's a little soggy is because I put salt water on it as a way to prolong the life of these guys.

'Not exactly!　It's fun to look at.　Ears, too!　It's cute and rabbit-like.

　I appealed to her while showing her the other bunnies, but sister Erinora seemed uninterested while hollowing out Pyonkichi's eye area.

　What a terrible thing to do.....

　While I was aghast, Sister Erinora

I don't care how much you change your shape, as long as it's in your stomach, it's not the same.

　She said something that didn't sound like a girl her age and threw the rest of the rabbit apples into her mouth.

　A crisp and light sound could be heard from sister Elinora.

　Food is not only influenced by taste, but also by various factors such as scent, appearance, atmosphere, and mental state.

　The proportion of perception by the five senses accounts for 80% of the total. In other words, appearance is a very important factor.

　You have to make this stupid sister understand that.

　Otherwise, Pyonkichi won't be able to come to his senses.

''Erinora sis, you had vigilante training all day today, right?''

Yeah, I am. Is Al coming?

　The Elinora sister replies in a good mood, surprised by my abruptly cut-off words.

　Did she think I was interested in vigilante training?　

"I respectfully decline.

Why?

　It's a good idea to have a good time with them.

　You can't just go out and buy a new one.

　It's not only that, but it's also that I have more time to practice ever since I came back from the capital.

　I'm sure that Elinora's sister complained to Nord-Dad that she wanted me to practice more.

　Silvio told me that Elinora was bored while me and my father were in King's Landing.

　It seems that Brother Silvio was treated as a way to relieve the boredom.

　Brother Silvio is a bit strong these days because he was treated by Sister Elinora the whole time I was in King's Landing.

　I don't feel like I can get a shot in, no matter where I hit him. He seems to have refined his defense even more.

　If you go to the vigilante training, it's quite fascinating to meet sister Emma.

　But I don't think we'll ever have time to talk at leisure. I'm sure Elinora sister will be following me around and training with me all the time.

　Anyway, when Sister Elinora is practicing all day, Bartolo is making a lunch.

　Then I'll make your lunch today.

　And I will teach you the importance of appearance.

　I cut my gaze, feigning a disinterested look to hide my emerging smile, and bring a rabbit apple to my mouth.

　The crunchy texture and the juice seeping into my mouth is pleasant.

　The sweetness and sourness peculiar to the apple is exquisite, and the salty taste comes in to ruin it.

　 Sorry.

'Well that's fine. You can come over whenever you feel like going, okay?

　When I signaled my denial, Sister Elinora let out a sigh, grabbed one of the new rabbit apples over my shoulder and put it in her mouth.

　Then she walked to the door with a stalwart and left, closing it with one foot in a misbehaving manner.

　No, not that kind of "You can go to the bathroom any time you want, okay? I won't go even if you say something like that.



　You're not going to be able to do that.



　The rabbit apple was too pretty to eat.

　So I handed the remaining rabbit apples to Brother Silvio and went downstairs.

　It wasn't because I had put too much salt water on it, which spoiled the taste and it wasn't good. The rabbit apples were too pretty to eat out.

　As I walked downstairs, I could still smell the sweet smell from the kitchen today.

　When I walked out to the kitchen, I saw Bartolo, the master of the kitchen, kneading what looked like cookie dough. The sight of Bartolo, who has a large body, kneading and hollowing out the dough in an adorable manner is a little funny.

''........What are you laughing at?''

　I wonder if Bartolo noticed me peeking in from the entrance and glared at me sullenly.

　It's frightening to see a strong-faced Bartolo with such an expression, but I didn't think so in the slightest, probably because of the sweet-smelling kitchen.

　Rather, he said, "You're baking sweets with such a strong face! I'm laughing in amazement. You know, the "Gap".

"Good morning, Bartolo. Good morning, Bartolo.

It's because of the boy that I have to make sweets everyday! It's because of the boy that I have to make sweets all day, every day!　Help me out a little!

　I lightly raised my hand in greeting, and Bartolo complained as if I were speaking to him. 'Return the greeting,' he said.

'Nope. I made a deal with Elna's mother and that's how we got it.　I'd rather you appreciated it. You were reluctant to buy it at first, right?

"Ggggghhh, you son of a b*tc*.

I'll just use the kitchen.

　Bartolo's expression lights up as he walks past a frustrated Bartolo and into the kitchen.

'Whoa!　Are you ready to help me bake?

　Because I just told you.

That's not true. Do you have your sister's lunch ready?

No, not yet.　The boy makes it?

Yeah, there's something I'd like to try...



　You're not going to be able to do that.


I'm off!

Wait a minute.

　She hurriedly called out to her sister Elinora, who was about to run out the door with a single wooden sword.

　What about your lunch and water? It's a day's practice, right?

''What?　Do you want to go to the practice too, Al?

I'm not coming. Here's your lunch. Bartolo asked me to give it to you. There's a towel and a bottle of water in here.

You've been unusually tactful today.

　When I hand her the basket of bentos and such, Elinora looks at me with a jaded stare.

　How rude of me. I'm always looking after Elinora's sister with all my heart and soul," she said.

I'm not talking about today, I'm talking about today.

　As I said this, Sister Elinora hummed and sniffed and put her hand on the door.

　The door was opened and bright sunlight streamed into the doorway.

　Then Sister Elinora turned around, her auburn ponytail swinging, and turned around to face me.

Well, I'll be off.

　He gave an unusually small smile.

''.....Boy. Did you really give him that lunchbox?

　Bartolo called out to me when I was alone in the doorway.

'Yeah. I'm just trying to teach you the importance of looking good.

I'm sure that's what everyone would think if they saw it. If they put insects and centipedes made out of seaweed on top of rice.



　Noon. Sister Elinora dashed back to the mansion and forced me to take her to the practice room.

　After asking Bartolo for a new lunch.