I don't want to be a dragon maid!

"Alright, Noah will do anything for Lord Shelley."

Noah put the broom aside, clapped her hands, and said earnestly.

"Let's make it clear beforehand, if it's not good, it's not good, I can change the flavor."

Shelley looked at Noah and said gently.

"Until Noah likes it..."

"Huh, me?"

This statement was so clear and straightforward that even Noah was stunned.

"No, I meant Helen and the others..."

Shelley's head was steaming, and she looked down, playing with her fingers, her whole being turning into a steam engine, as she said with a shy expression.

Shelley looks so soft and cute... I just want to hug her and let her act all sweet and cuddly!

Noah looked at Shelley in front of her and felt that she was losing control of herself.

Wait... wasn't I supposed to say something to Lord Shelley in the first place?

Chapter 117 Don't use meat sauce and salted fish when making a cake

"Lady Shelley, did you make this cake?"

Shelley stared in disbelief at the two-tiered cream cake decorated with strawberries and mangoes in the kitchen.

"Otherwise, who did it?"

Shelley pouted to the side, slightly raising her head, her face clearly saying "I'm awesome".

"I've already said, I can do it if I try."

"Yes, Lady Shelley, you are truly amazing..."

Noah said this, but he was still a little worried inside. This was the world of meditation, a world created by Lord Shelley.

A few months ago, Shelley was still relatively unfamiliar with this world, and her strength fluctuated, constantly oscillating between that of a magic student and a magic master.

However, in the past few days, her strength has gradually stabilized, which shows that she has made further progress in her control over the world of meditation.

Now that Shelley is able to learn how to make cakes, perhaps it's not that he learned it, but rather that he obtained it by using the privileges of the creator.

This is not a good sign; Lord Shelley may have become engrossed in the world of meditation.

This won't do! Lord Shelley, you're still taking your exams! It's fake, it's fake after all!

Noah's resolve hardened once more, and she looked at Shelley, wanting to speak up and dissuade him.

However, Shelley placed the cut cake in front of Noah, and looked at him with sapphire-like eyes filled with anticipation and nervousness.

"Noah, try it first and see if it suits your taste."

Noah looked at Lord Shelley like this, and swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth. He was hesitant to speak, and his face was full of struggle.

"What's wrong, Noah? Don't you like cream cake?"

Shelley immediately tensed up. She carefully observed Noah's expression and said anxiously.

Noah looked at Shelley's pitiful appearance, and the words she wanted to say were quickly forgotten. She picked up her fork, cut the cake, and put it in her mouth. All the actions were natural and effortless.

"How could that be? I love cream cakes, second only to strawberry cakes!"

Noah said loudly as he ate his cake.

As the taste of the cake gradually spread across his tongue, Noah forcibly suppressed the urge to vomit.

For her, there is now a good rest and a bad rest.

The good rest means that Lady Shelley didn't use the power of the creator at all; she made the cake through her own efforts.

The bad rest was... Noah felt he wouldn't be able to eat anything else for the next few hours because he couldn't taste anything at all.

Shelley, you should at least borrow some of the founder's power to make the cake taste like a cake...

Noah appeared calm on the surface, but tears were streaming down his face inside.

"Noah, how is it? Is this cake delicious?"

Shelley looked at Noah and asked cautiously.

"How should I put it? This is a new concept cake, a work of art that transcends human perception."

Noah stroked her chin and said thoughtfully.

"Is it delicious or not?"

Shelley frowned slightly and continued to ask.

"That's delicious..."

Faced with Shelley's expectant expression, Noah reluctantly nodded through her tears, against her conscience.

"However, I think it would taste even better if we could remove the Syracuse meat sauce and Peicheng salted fish from the cake ingredients..."

"So that's how it is: Snow City meat sauce and salted fish..."

Shelley took out a notebook and pen, placed them on the table, and began writing something with a serious expression.

"But aren't these Noah's favorite foods?"

"Oh, Lord Shelley, how did you know? I don't recall you saying anything about it."

Noah looked at Shelley, whose face showed a complicated expression.

"This... I... I was just guessing!"

Shelley realized she had let something slip, her face flushed slightly, and she quickly lowered her head, her hands "naturally" covering the notebook.

"Lord Shelley..."

Noah wanted to say something more.

Just then, the kitchen door was suddenly flung open, and two elegantly dressed boys and girls burst in, carrying wooden swords and guns, chasing and playing with each other.

The two children had the same blond hair and light blue eyes as Shelley, and even looked very similar.

"You lost! Now it's my turn to be the hero! You're the demon king!"

"I didn't lose..."

The two children argued incessantly, their wooden swords and guns clashing together repeatedly.

As the two suddenly barged in, Noah felt his brain double in size. These two "troublemakers" were Helen Brenda and Harry Brenda, the younger sister and brother of Lord Shelley.

Both are nine years old, and these twins are at the most mischievous age.

Of course, being mischievous isn't the most important thing...

Suddenly, Helen and Harry stopped fighting. They looked at Shelley and then at Noah, a hint of surprise in their eyes.

"My sister and Noah are secretly eating cake together, aren't they going to call me?"

Harry slung the wooden gun over his shoulder, pouted, and said with a dissatisfied look.

"This one..."

Shelley's face immediately showed panic, her body trembled slightly, and she opened her mouth to try to explain.

"What are you eating? You idiot, can't you understand the atmosphere?"

Helen, who was standing nearby, nudged her younger brother, and the young and adorable woman immediately revealed a meaningful expression.

"What do you think my sister does, getting up at three in the morning every week to make a cake? Of course, it's to make Noah happy, so that the two of them can grow up together."

"If you don't understand, just ask. Why do two people together turn into adults?"

Harry said blankly.

"This is rather complicated. Becoming an adult involves a complex ritual. You can see that my sister and Noah are clearly preparing to perform such a ritual..."

Helen glanced at Shelley, who was blushing, and Noah, who looked embarrassed, and gave him an ambiguous look.

"I would never do that, it's too early for that!"

Lord Shelley slammed his hand on the table, and she, filled with shame and anger, loudly retorted.

"So, does that mean my sister and Noah will be doing this ritual from now on?"

Helen immediately grasped the key point, and looking at Shelley, she spoke with great interest.

"So, what stage has it reached, sister? Holding hands? Hugging? Kissing, or..."

"No, this...this..."

Shelley was speechless at the question. Her face turned as red as a hot iron, and white smoke was rising from her skin. Her eyes were rolling around.

Noah, watching the two children's coordinated attack, couldn't help but sigh.

This is terrifying! This brat is terrifying! He said the scariest things with the most innocent expression! The contrast and the destructive power of this!

Noah could just watch and feel as if he could dig a villa out of the ground with his toes.

Chapter 118 Shelley's Thoughts and the Emergence of Crisis

"Lady Shelley, Miss Helen, Young Master Harry, then Noah will take his leave."

Noah gave a slight salute and then quickly ran away.

Now that Helen is going all out, if Noah isn't afraid, she'll inevitably drag him down with her. Noah doesn't want to experience that kind of humiliating situation.

Faced with Shelley's pleading look, Noah had no choice but to pretend he didn't see it.

I'm sorry, Shelley. Noah is just that useless. Please forgive Noah!

Noah shed tears in the kitchen, then swiftly and decisively fled without hesitation.

"Noah...you traitor!"

Shelley bit her apron, puffed out her cheeks, and gave a resentful look.

Noah had escaped, and Helen and Harry had also dropped their innocent expressions. She slowly walked over to Shelley and skillfully poured a cup of tea for both of them.