The Princess Sitting Next to Me is a Sweet Girlfriend Only in Front of Me
“Oh, that’s right! What do you usually have for breakfast, Heim-kun?”
“I cook for myself… but I didn’t have time to eat today.”
It was because the morning had been so early.
After a light workout and showering, there was no time left.
And besides,
“Fia said she’d bring some food.”
“B-busted!?”
“No, it’s just… yesterday, when you asked me what I had for breakfast… well…”
Honestly, if someone asks about breakfast like that, it’s only natural to expect they’re bringing something.
Even if she hadn’t, the stalls would be opening soon, so I could’ve just grabbed something there.
“Ugh, I’m such an idiot…”
“Actually, I was surprised to hear Fia can cook.”
“Hmph, how rude… I’m a girl, you know!”
“Before being a girl, aren’t you royalty?”
At those words, Fia suddenly froze.
…Wait, was that a joke?
“My mom taught me.”
“Ah, I see.”
Her mother was probably a commoner—maybe once a servant or something similar.
If she worked in the kitchen, it wouldn’t be strange for her to teach Fia how to cook.
Well, I don’t really know much about palace affairs, so this is all just speculation on my part.
While thinking that, I took a look at the food Fia had brought out…
“So, using Glassboar meat, I made a variety of dishes!”
—Hmm, isn’t everything kind of brown?
No, I can tell it looks delicious.
Meat dishes are the ultimate luxury for someone like me.
But still… brown.
Probably because most of it seems to be fried.
To be honest, it’s not exactly what I imagined, but it sure does look tasty.
Also, the fact that it’s Glassboar meat is surprising.
Glassboars are boar-like magical creatures commonly found along the Magipastel highways, and their meat is widely used in this country’s cuisine.
Of course, the taste isn’t bad either—it’s actually pretty good. But it’s such a common ingredient that seeing a princess like Fia serving it feels… unexpected.
“Hehehe, you’re making such a surprised face!”
“Well, yeah… but man, it smells amazing. It really does look delicious.”
“I guarantee it’ll taste as good as it smells! Go ahead, try some!”
Fia must be aware of the oddness herself.
In fact, I think she deliberately wanted to surprise me with it.
Her mischievous grin makes her look like she’s having way too much fun.
Anyway—taking a bite of the cutlet sandwich wrapped in bread.
The bread itself seems to be of high quality; even eating it alone would feel luxurious, thanks to its texture and softness.
The more you chew, the sweeter it gets, and paired with the cutlet, it’s absolutely perfect.
“This is freshly baked and cooked… it’s incredible.”
“Right? I even snuck a taste—ahem, I mean, I sampled it, so I can confidently say it’s good!”
I mean, it’s not like tasting beforehand is forbidden or anything.
There’s quite a bit here, and it seems like this was always meant for two people to finish.
…Come to think of it, when she brought it over, wasn’t it clear this was for us to share?
When I glance at her, Fia sticks out her tongue playfully and turns her head away.