kuma Kuma Kuma Bear

Chapter 73

Bear-san, Baker GET | Part 2

The King went back.

The trash outside disappeared too, and the calm of the room returned.

However, there was a strange atmosphere…

"Hmm…What’s the matter?"

It felt like their gazes towards me changed…

"Excuse me, Yuna-san, who are you really? Are you possibly a noble?"

Morin-san timidly asked.

Was it possible that she got scared, thinking I was a noble?

"You are wrong. I am a normal adventurer."

"But, you seemed really close to the king…"

"It was just misfortune that led me to meeting him."

"But for the King to come meet you in person…"

"That’s just because he wanted to eat pudding, right?"

"But…"

The two of them were really hard to convince, and even Fina began seeing me as a noble…

The king brought unnecessary trouble.

He suddenly appeared in front of people who had a difference in status that was like heaven and earth compared to him, and said that he knew one of the people there. It was normal for others to think that the person was someone abnormal too.

It was the same in both worlds.

Politicians knew many politicians.

Doctors knew many doctor.

Professors knew many professor acquaintances.

A performer knew many performers.

Authors, of course, knew many authors.

A Hikikomori knew many hikikomori (of course, they met each other through games).

I’m sure that in all occupations, people in a certain field know many people interested in the same thing.

"Argh! I am not a noble, nor someone with links to the royal family, so treat me normally!!"

I forcefully stopped this story for now, and decided to talk about making pudding.

"So, it’s earlier than I planned, but the two of you will help me make pudding starting tomorrow, okay?"

"Are you saying you will make us prepare a dish that will be served at the King’s banquet?"

"That’s right."

"It’s impossible!"

"Why?"

"The King himself will eat it, right?"

"Well, he will certainly eat it…"

"I can’t do something so dreadful!!!!"

"It’s really not like we’re putting poison in it, you know…"

"If he ate it and had a stomache ache…. I can’t even think about it!"

"You won’t do it, no matter what?"

"Please forgive me!"

It was like…I was bullying her…

A typical commoner would have thought it was impossible to make a dish for the king, huh…

Well, if you asked me to make something for the Prime Minister or representatives for other countries, I would have refused as well.

It wasn’t good to pressure them too much, so Fina and I would make them.