When Your Secret Crush Wizard Took a Love Potion - Chapter 105
I didn’t feel the need to explain the situation to them, but the truth was that Edgar wasn’t himself when he was under the love potion’s influence. Now that he’s back to normal, it’s possible that the two of them could become good friends.
“Forget what I said earlier. This level of tea is something anyone can brew with a bit of practice. You should strive to improve further.”
Perhaps having a lot of old feelings, Olio let out a blatant snort but continued to drink the tea. It wasn’t long before his teacup was empty.
“I’ll bring some more.”
Surprisingly, the first person to notice Olio’s empty cup was Edgar.
“I’ll brew a new pot, so just wait a moment.”
With a gentle, almost picture-perfect smile, Edgar stood up, and Angel, who had been observing, tilted his head in curiosity.
“Something seems a bit different about him.”
“Different? What do you mean?”
Olio, who had been about to raise his voice, glanced at me and quickly composed himself.
It seemed that sweets were the most effective remedy when he was annoyed. He examined the butter cookies he was holding before taking a bite and chewing thoughtfully.
“The tea is nice, but the dessert is a bit bland.”
“What did you say?”
I raised my eyebrows at his off-putting comment, but the wealthy young master was still clueless about his lack of tact.
“I recently found a high-end cafe with an excellent pastry chef. Even though I’m not a big fan of sweets, I enjoyed their pastries. The strawberry cake melts in your mouth, and it turns out Adam McCurry, the so-called genius gourmet, gave that cafe five stars. So…”
As Olio continued to ramble endlessly, Angel reached into his bag and placed a white box on the table.
“Ta-da! We brought a little surprise gift for you!”
When the wrapping was removed, a round cake was revealed. The entire cake was covered in white cream, and when cut, the inside was packed with layers of strawberries and cream.
“The young master really has a talent for stretching out unnecessary introductions while skipping the important parts.”
“…I was going to give it to you anyway.”
I took a small bite of the cake with a fork. The generously layered cream was not at all overwhelming, and the cake was moist and soft, going down smoothly before I could even chew.
Even though it had a decadently worldly taste that might make one worry about their arteries if indulged too often, it was truly a fantastic dessert. I understood why Olio had been bragging about it.
“How is it?”
“It’s delicious. Really.”
As I clapped in approval, Olio’s expression brightened.
“Which cafe is it from? I’d love to visit and try it myself.”
“It’s no use asking. The pastry chef there only makes 100 cakes a day, so unless you have connections, it’s hard to get.”
Finding good food can be quite the challenge. I divided the cake pieces among us, and my portion was gone in no time. As I licked my fork in disappointment, Olio cast a surreptitious glance at me.
“I’ll bring some more next time… Ah, hot!”
Olio’s cry of alarm came as Edgar, who had been refilling the teapot and serving Olio’s cup, looked equally startled. His face, looking as innocent as ever, made it hard to tell if it was an accident or intentional.
“I’m sorry. That was a mistake. Does it hurt? If you’ve been burned, it could be serious. Golem, come here and check.”
At Edgar’s signal, the golem, who had been hovering nearby, came over and took Olio to another room.
“It’s fine. I’m okay, but why do you keep taking my clothes off? Where are you touching? Ah, stop!”
Even from the other room, Olio’s screams were clearly audible. It was somewhat concerning, but the servant, who should have been most worried about the master, remained calm.
“The tea is really good.”
Angel Runport, who had praised Edgar’s tea, eagerly turned to the main topic, his eyes sparkling.
“Oh, did I mention that I’ve recently been exchanging letters with Marca? We’re developing a deep relationship. Even though she’s a wandering soul and her replies are sporadic, she hasn’t forgotten to write. Just the other day…”
Angel’s chatter about interpreting every small gesture as romantic was almost as overwhelming as the master’s presence, but it was nice to hear news about the mercenary leader.
“She must share the same feelings as me, right even if she didn’t say anything?”
Angel twisted his body like a spiral potato from a skewered snack shop.
