Our demon king is coming.

It's Machia.

It's my seventh birthday. Looks like I'm finally getting one. Above all.

Winter has been a little cold here lately, but it's a delicious season for cooking for that matter.

You can expect a lot of food variations, especially in this Delia Field, as well as a lot of good deals with port towns.

Birthday parties started at night, but preparations seem to be starting early in the morning.

I still have a lovely place to look forward to not being able to sleep the day before.

"Oh, Master Machia, you shouldn't. Get in the kitchen ~"

Barnabas, the pastry chef, came to kune his body. He found me staring into the kitchen.

"Barnabas, what the hell is your dish today?

"If you're already like Machia, you're a real eater. Well, I guess I'll screw up a little bit."

"Yeah, do it!! Otherwise I can't wait till night!!

All this time I am sparkling my eyes like a child.

Well, I'm a kid. How old are you?

"Raw ham from Margheria and a salad of morning picked vegetables from Delia Field. Specialty Junovese with white fish and tomatoes from Cartesian. Roasted rosemary flavor of hollowbirds from Claire Island. Kuclair Beef Fillet with Steak and Berry Jure......"

"... wow..."

It sucks.

I just asked you your name. Who can't stop. Behind the kitchen, chef Augusto quietly takes to cooking. The other cooks seem busy.

Yeah, what I'm really glad I was reincarnated over here is that I can hang out and eat good food, and I'm done with this.

Thank you for this tour, which was fortunately born as the daughter of the Count family.

"We have lemon cake with plenty of lemon syrup. Dear Machia, I love you."

"Yeah I like it!! I love Barnabas' made lemon cake!!

The lemon confectionery made by Barnabas is excellent.

Here in Delia Field, the cultivation of lemons flourishes, and confectionery with it is one specialty.

Lemon cake, lemon pie, lemon jelly......

"There's also a fig jam crostata. And the pear tart......... well, don't tell me about the eyeball birthday cake. It startles me."

Apparently Barbana is pretty confident.

Yeah, I like you already, Barbana. That's what you say. I love people who make a lot of delicious things.

I love Augusto too.

In my previous life, I also loved Yuri's mother's cooking. That's why I loved my aunt, too.

Oh, how are you, Yuri's mother? He must be the one who's saddest that we've all been killed...

I missed the point, but this is what I look like, and I don't like or dislike food.

I think everything tastes good, and I want to eat a lot of everything. Sure, the sumptuous dinner is irresistible, but I liked Nato rice, too.

I'm really happy that I don't like it or not. Because you can eat every dish in the world.

Oh, I smell good roasting hollow birds in the back of the kitchen. It also smells like sweet jam.

That's what scratches my appetite and inflates my imagination.

That's why I like to peek into the kitchen.

From the smell, the sound, the cook's hand movement, what you can imagine a dish you can do.

That way, the food that came out will surely be better.

Oh, come on, come on, birthday party at night.

Sure, Smyrda and Lamia, Camille and the usual members around Linda are coming, but nothing tickles my mind at their mother's chosen uptight gift.

Oh, your father, who finished his job after lunch, says he's coming home from Carted.

I'm sure you'll be buying me a present. Even though only good food is enough.

The maids are dawning in preparation for the party.

Your mother seems busy too. There seems to be a lot of arrangements to be made.

I have to do more than usual, too.

I think something good is going to happen today.

Wear your favorite, red fashion dress.