Civil Servant in a Romance Fantasy chapter 33

Tasting Party with Tears – 3

The reason why the three countries couldn’t afford the snacks made by only six people was simple. I couldn’t handle it because I dared to eat separately and tried to eat snacks with the remaining stomach. Weak guys. You have to eat with the determination to fill your meals with snacks, to challenge the stronghold of the confectionery club with such a shy heart.

Of course, I am abnormal, eating my meals, and the Three Kingdoms did not challenge the stronghold of the confectionery club, but it was like a one-sided hit-and-run. That’s why I couldn’t push the words of Villar who appealed with gloomy eyes.

In the end, I went around and returned to the position where I handled the majority of the snacks. Still, the mouth to eat has increased a little, so it’s a benefit. Yeah, that’s it. I’m satisfied, I’m satisfied

Although it is a situation where I have to chew on cookies during periodic video reports with the minister, I am satisfied.

– Come to think of it, it was during the fair.

“Do you remember that?”

– Unlike everyone else, I went to the academy.

“Damn it.”

‘This happened.’ The story came and went, and when the story of the fair came out, the minister touched his chin and spoke.

I wondered why a person who wouldn’t even come to the fair knew about the fair, but I asked for nothing and was only beaten by Taijiquan. No matter what you say about the academy, I am at an overwhelming disadvantage. I forgot about that for a while.

With a miserable feeling, the minister, who was looking at the cookie again, opened his mouth.

– Didn’t you hate cookies?

What are you talking about all of a sudden? He must have known that I wasn’t picky eating because he was a nobleman with whom I worked in the field. He chewed on the cookie in his mouth and swallowed it. I’m eating all the time, but I’m talking to you and it’s crazy.

“It’s not that I hate it. I just don’t bother looking for it.”

– The guy I didn’t even talk about 2 years ago.

“Your Excellency.”

In response to my reaction, the minister clicked his tongue and waved his hand.

– Okay, okay. Don’t look at me like that i said something

“No. I reacted too sensitively.”

– A bastard who knows that.

An awkward silence fell for a moment. I am embarrassed to react sensitively in my own way, and the minister must be embarrassed to bring up a not-so-good topic. To be honest, I still don’t have to react like this, but people’s emotions can’t be controlled at will.

After scratching my head awkwardly, I decided to continue talking about the fair. I haven’t told you yet about the cooperation with the Three Kingdoms power.

It was said that they decided to bring some of the power of the Three Kingdoms into the booth, and that they were able to focus on escorting key personnel. If they roam around outside and a major person is injured or if they collide with the imperial nobility, it’s a hassle. The minister nodded a few times, probably thinking it was a very good measure.

– It’s a multinational club booth, an unimaginable expo group.

“Weren’t there foreign students often? It’s the first time I’ve had a high-ranking position like this.”

– At the time, it was not an atmosphere for foreigners to enter.

A great latte. Cast, I hear you.

With a rough nod, the old story of the minister spilled in one ear. Because it’s not terribly important. It seems that the minister also mentioned it without thinking.

– Good job then. There must be quite a few people who will shine their faces at the fair.

“Yes, I understand.”

– Do not be surprised that the administration will also visit some people.

“Yes?”

After saying that, the minister unilaterally cut off contact. No, what if I roughly say the most important thing at the very end? Are you really senile?

‘Please go somewhere and stop dying suddenly.’

It is a wish that has been in my heart for a long time.

The next day, during club time, the second report was held. Unfortunately, my report is not directed only to the minister.

“I’ve asked for help because I think I’ll need a lot of help during the fair. Don’t worry, a familiar face will come.”

On the surface, the relationship is advisor-member, but in reality, I am like a nanny who takes care of them, so if something happens, I have to let you know right away. Double reporting, that’s terrible.

Anyway, when I conveyed the news that some of the powers of the three countries were participating in the club booth, the reactions were different. Louise was simply delighted with the increase in the number of workers, and Erich and Ainter were the reactions that seemed to be so. The other three are the problem.

Louise likes it, so he doesn’t object, but his expression looks very flustered. It seems to be bothering that there are subordinates in a place where their (one-sided) love business is blossoming. Or it could be that she doesn’t like outsiders who could interfere in the slightest with her relationship with Louise.

‘They’re crazy no matter what.’

Do these bastards know how much Villar suffered before he accepted my offer? No matter how much I was born, my subordinates have been attached to me like NPCs or pets, but I want them to cherish them a little.

“They said they were willing to do an unreasonable request, so we can’t look like we’re taking it easy. Everyone, do your best during the fair.”

Directly interpreted, it means to stay calm and not crawl out of the booth. At best, I even summoned an escort force, but if I went out and came back injured, both I and Villar might go crazy.

“It’s an expo we’ve been looking forward to too, and there’s no way we’ll be swaying around. Don’t worry!”

Fortunately, they seemed to understand this level of language, and the members, led by Ryutis, responded positively. That’s right, it’s troublesome for those of high status who can’t understand this much. Fortunately, it doesn’t show the basement beneath the floor.

‘Something like a dog.’

I resent the situation where I have to be relieved with only this. For what sin did I have to go through the feeling of seeing the chiefs at the academy? At least in the inspection department, there was a deputy director or section 5, so it was worth it.

With a bittersweet feeling, the eyes sneakily turned toward Louise. When her eyes met, he laughed bashfully, then clench his fists and took a fighting pose. Okay. Go for it…

I also smiled awkwardly and took a fighting pose with one arm. The anger in the heart that had nowhere to go subsided in vain.

“Let’s start now. I’ve been making it for a while, so I’m used to it.”

And with Erich’s words as a starting point, the confectionery factory started operating again. Looking at it at this time, it is fortunate that there are six members. The other clubs are over 10 basic, but if this was the case here, there would be snacks to throw away.

‘It smells good.’

It’s fortunate that I seem to be improving my skills. After all, it’s the same in all fields that performance improves when you roll. I was a little happy.

Even with the separate snacks to be sent to the Three Kingdoms, there was more left over than usual for me to eat. What you need to increase is the taste, not the quantity.

However, fortunately, a grateful benefactor has appeared to eat this terrible pile with me. Again, I did not invite Villar for a one-day banquet.

“Carl Youngsik. Did you like dessert?”

For some reason, Marghetta visits after club time. Her eyes widened as if surprised to see the snacks piled up on her desk.

“That’s not true. It was a shame to throw away what the members made, so I was eating it.”

After hearing my answer, Marghetta nodded her head and cautiously sat across from me. In fact, even people who are crazy about snacks won’t eat this amount. Marghetta wasn’t surprised for nothing.

“By the way, what are you doing?”

“I’m here to ask if Carl Youngsik has time.”

My head tilted a little as I saw Marghetta smiling and talking.

Until now, Marghetta only came to see me in the morning. I’ll be busy in the afternoon, so let’s take care of things in the morning. She doesn’t have much to do in the afternoon except for club time, but she guaranteed my afternoon time. But now, all of a sudden?

‘I don’t hate it.’

It is questionable why the princess, who strictly guards the words that come out of her mouth, reverses her words.

“Yes, I’m fine. What are you doing?”

“Now that the fair is right around the corner, I was wondering if I could get Carl Youngsik’s help in the afternoon. It’s not an urgent matter, so it’s okay to decline.”

It’s enough to help Carl Youngsik in the morning.

After pondering for a while at Marghetta’s words, she nodded. It’s not urgent, but if possible, you want to finish your work early. I have to finish my work in advance so that I can afford it when a variable explodes. I can fully understand.

“It’s not even a difficult request. It’s okay.”

“Thank you, Carl Youngsik.”

Marghetta answers while still smiling. As she looked at the marqueta, her gaze automatically descended to the snacks piled on her desk. She’s such a crazy presence that I can’t help it.

‘Hmm.’

I looked at snacks, then marghetta, and then snacks again. Since he is a guest, it would be polite to treat him to something.

“Mar. Would you like to eat together?”

“Is there anything Carl Youngsik made?”

“That’s not it.”

“Sorry.”

Looking at Marghetta’s giggly smile, I also burst out laughing. Eating is enough for my role. What a mess it will be if 7 instead of 6 start making it.

“Then, would you like something that Carl Young-sik likes?”

“Okay.”

At that, I hesitated for a moment while trying to pick up Louise’s cookie. For my taste, this is the best. However, judging from the reactions of other tasters so far, there were many cases where it was not to their liking. Is it okay if I give this to Marghetta?

However, the worry was short-lived. Anyway, it’s right that I like it, and it might suit Marghetta’s taste.

“Here it is.”

“Thank you.”

In the end, Louise’s cookie went into Marghetta’s mouth. Eating quietly and elegantly without changing facial expression.

“It’s fine.”

He even showed some composure to nod and evaluate. Yes, I thought it would suit someone’s taste. I was happy for no reason, so I suggested a few more, and Marghetta didn’t refuse and continued to eat. A still expressionless expression.

‘This is normal.’

Things that wanted Louise’s love had to look like this. Not Marghetta, who gave Louise sharp advice, but those five without an answer. As expected, this club where the original gang gathered is abnormal. When I look away from the club just a little bit, I find that this is normal and my mind is calm.

“I’m sorry, Carl Youngsik. I suggested it first, but it seems impossible today.”

It’s been a long time since I felt warm and I must have been holding on to the marqueta longer than I thought. Oops, got a little excited.

“Not a big deal. Rather, it seems I’ve been rude.”

It was so nice to see two-eyed in the one-eyed lair.

***

That night, Marghetta’s accommodation.

Marghetta’s body, lying prostrate on her bed, trembles little by little.

“Huh, huh…”

Upon returning from her club room, Marghetta collapsed on her bed and sobbed, soaking her pillowcase with her tears.

It was greed. In the desire to stay longer with Carl, he went against his own words and visited Carl even in the afternoon, even making excuses. It’s a bit embarrassing, but if I can be with Carl, I can live with that shame.

Fortunately, Carl didn’t seem dissatisfied, and rather, the atmosphere was friendly, suggesting dessert. It must have been.

‘What can I do, I must have hated it…!’

It tasted awful. I couldn’t resist and continued to eat as he kept recommending it with a smile on his face. I couldn’t even express that I didn’t like the taste, fearing that Carl would disappoint me, so I desperately adjusted my expression.

While eating, I thought of all sorts of things. Wasn’t he doing this to scold the ugly princess who couldn’t keep her word, or the greedy princess who harassed the already tired inspector? So why not push them away by offering these horrible cookies?

As my thoughts flowed in the negative direction, I felt like I was about to burst into tears. So I barely got up and got out of the club room.

Having reached that conclusion, Margeta hugged her pillow and deeply buried her face in a more sorrowful heart.

And that misunderstanding disappeared like snow melting in the spring when Carl smiled and greeted Marghetta the next morning, who came to her hesitantly.

Marghetta Varenti. She is a gongnyeo with overflowing confidence and overflowing sensitivity in direct proportion.