A Surprisingly Happy Engagement for the Slime Duke and the Fallen Noble Lady: Volume 1 [Parts 1 to 8] by Mashimesa Emoto

Author:Mashimesa Emoto
Language: eng
Format: epub

When we returned to the castle, my mother-in-law charged at us at full speed. Her eyes were bloodshot; it frightened me a bit.

“Mother, what’s the matter?” Gabriel asked.

“I couldn’t find Miss Francette anywhere, so I was afraid she’d gone back to the capital. I’ve been searching for her all day!”

Gabriel and I were both stunned. My mother-in-law still didn’t trust me one bit.

“Were you not the one who told me last night to show her around the village?” Gabriel asked.

“Why, yes, I was.”

“Did you ask the servants where she was?”

“I can only believe what I see with my own eyes!”

“I have no words.”

I silently extended my arms to express that I was present, and to my surprise, my mother-in-law hugged me.

“What a kind girl you are, going out with my son,” she said. “I couldn’t be happier.”

“O-Oh.” The sudden embrace had caught me off guard, but it didn’t feel bad. If anything, it was kind of nice. It was a strange feeling because I didn’t even have memories of my own mother hugging me.

“Miss Francette, were you disappointed when you saw the village?”

“No, I had fun.”

“Did it make you want to live here forever, then?”

“Mother!!!!!”

“Gabriel, would you please stop screaming in my ear?”

“I cannot help it when you say such hopeless things.”

I decided it was time for a tea break and invited my mother-in-law, parting ways with Gabriel. Wibble clung to him. Perhaps it didn’t like my mother-in-law—when their eyes met, it extended its tentacles and shook them frantically.

“Fran, please don’t take my mother seriously,” Gabriel said. “You don’t have to humor her.”

“Why, that’s harsh. I am happy to spend time with my future family.”

“Well, you’re about to be a part of it, so you can just look very closely at your own face in the mirror.”

“I don’t have that much free time.”

The argument seemed like it was going to go on forever, so I put my hands on my mother-in-law’s shoulders and ushered her into the living room. The girl who brought us tea and sweets was probably Coco, given how sleepy she looked. She barely glanced at her hands as she cut the dessert—a cake called “millas” that looked like a giant flan. It was a commonly made dish in this area, but I had never seen it before, so I couldn’t help but stare.

“Millas is essentially a cake made out of corn flour,” my mother-in-law said.

I tried it right away. It had a simple taste and a texture similar to a custard tart or crème caramel. Even though it was my first time eating it, it felt strangely nostalgic.

“Are there other pastries made with corn flour?” I asked.

“No, I think it’s only millas. I’m not too knowledgeable about pastries, though. I don’t like them enough to eat them every day.”

Despite saying that, my mother-in-law seemed to have a sweet tooth. She put three sugar cubes in her tea and asked for whipped cream on her millas. After that, she dropped the cream into her tea as well.

“Speaking of pastries, I noticed there weren’t any stores selling them in the village,” I said.

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