“It should be done by now.” I muttered to myself before standing up from the chair, from the corner of my eye I could see Fyuma, Krus and Arthur playing together while from time to time hearing their giggles. My eyes gazed at the three playing.

It kind of reminds me of Mordred, Gawain and Percival. Despite being chosen as orphans for war, those three never lost hope that the 13 of us will finally have a normal life. And so because of them, we kept on fighting, we kept on thriving.

Those words were both the greatest memory in my life, and my most greatest regret. “I’ll catch you!” Krus exclaimed with a gigantic smile, chasing after Arthur who was swiftly running away.The more that my eyes stare the more that I reminisce about the past in that orphanage.

…

“Krux!” Mordred shouted while approaching me, before suddenly slamming her palm on the table, creating a loud thud while she made a smile towards me. I only flinched after the slap she did on the table.

“W-what?” I meekly asked, although I didn’t mind listening to Mordred’s crazy ideas, she can be quite a hassle to deal with.

“I’ve got an idea! How about… we spy the old lady baker and then see how bread is made~” She said in a tone while smiling hugely at me, though the idea sounds nice, but won’t we be in trouble if we get caught? I rubbed my chin before starting to think about it.

Kind of true that spying on Old lady baker would get us a lot of information on bread. “Fine, but if we get caught it’s all on you, okay?” I said with a sigh in dismay

“Alright, alright. Then let’s go. I just know where to hide!” Mordred exclaimed while raising up her fist, looking quite proud of her own idea, I could only sigh at her antics.

…

“Krux?” Fyuma’s voice woke me up from my memories, a nostalgic feeling etched into my heart after reminiscing about those. I turned my head around to look at Fyuma, she had an eyebrow raised.

“Nothing. I was just remembering something from the past.” I quietly said before opening the cloth of the bowl, revealing the dough inside who’s gotten much larger. The smell of dough filled my nose.

Next thing to do is to… My hands reached out for the bag of flour next to me, I then started to sprinkle some a bit on the table before pulling out the pizza dough. The dough landed straight into the table before I gently sprinkled some more flour on top.

I gently palmed the dough once more, kneading it carefully with my hands, softly shaping the clay. Right now, the dough has a texture similar to clay. And if I want to reach that point where the outside is crispy while the inside is a bit chewy, I’d have to find the right temperature and time.

I threw the dough up in the sky, the flour floating all away while it rose up in the sky for a bit before abruptly stopping. Just as the dough hit the ground, it seemingly started to get rounder and rounder.

My fingers gripped the sides of the round dough before raising it up and turning it around slowly and slowly, letting the pizza be flatter and flatter. To reach that kind of texture, of course the thickness of the pizza also comes into play.

It’s supposed to be not this fat, so I stared at the pizza dough which is still flat. Now the next thing to do is to flatten the pizza with a rolling pin. “Fyuma, could you mind taking the rolling pin there for me.” I requested while averting my eyes to the Fyuma who was seriously staring at my work.

“Right.” She somehow seemed to snap out of her thoughts, before turning away, her hands reaching for the rolling pin and handing it to me.

Now we flatten the dough. I placed the rolling pin on the workspace before starting to roll the rolling pin letting the pin flatten the pizza. I did it a few more times before getting the width I desire.

Now for the toppings, tomato sauce and cheese would be fine by now, it’s simply a test after all. I reached out for the wooden ladle and the pot next to me, letting the ladle sink in the tomato sauce I made a while ago before scooping out a bunch.

Gently pour the red thick sauce on the flattened dough, while also using the ladle to swirl, and to cover up the whole dough itself. The red sauce started to cover up the whole dough, after that we placed a little bit of salt.

I took a small pinch of salt and sprinkled it, rubbing both of my fingers into each other letting the salt fall to the pizza. Before adding the cheese, mozzarella to be in fact, since the human villages had so many types of cheese it was hard to choose one, but I specifically chose one that would be gooey when melted, or exposed to high temperatures.

I do hope Mordred would be proud watching this creation in the heavens, I smiled a bit before spreading the cheese evenly on the pizza. After that, I raised the tip of my finger, concentrating my magic, letting it flow through my nerves and pinpointing the edge of my finger. After that’s done, what manifests in my hands is a spark of fire.

I pointed to the spark of fire and let it float away to the wood of the fire. Seeing it burn up, the warm heat generated by the fire was both felt by me and Fyuma. And since usually, when it's night, it gets cold in the forest, mainly because of the mist surrounding the city.

To get the pizza on the stove, after a few minutes, I decided to raise the tip of my finger once more. “Inspect.” I muttered and the edge of my finger made a bright light before information in a holographic board appeared before my face.

“220… Then should it be 7 minutes? No 8…? Hmmm… 7 would definitely be a better option.” I said before closing the inspection, and placing the pizza on a wooden gigantic shove, or something. I didn’t quite know what it was, but it was pretty useful.

“You’re quite passionate when it comes to cooking.” Fyuma chirped, right beside me while watching me work, and in the corner of my eyes I could see a gentle smile on her face. Though passionate wouldn’t be the right word, I took up cooking because it’s a better survivability option.

“I’m quite passionate about this, my friend made this idea after all. I can only hope she will like this.” My hand brought up the wooden spoon and gently lifted it up, balancing it, before straightly putting it deep into the stove.

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I gently rocked the shovel back and forth before letting the pizza fall and slip off, going towards the oven. Now 7 minutes… Huh? Krus and Arthur stared at me from a distance while I turned my eyes towards them.

…

“It’s really cramped in here.” I commented while trying to get myself in a better position, while Mordred’s face stuck to me like we’re glued. “I think we should go, they're going to see us.”

“Nuh uh.”

“What do you mean, also quit moving around will you, you’re going to break my arm.” I said, whispering a shout. Next thing I feel pain in my arms. I barely managed to hold my pained shout while Mordred’s eyes stuck to me, staring at me weirdly for some reason.

“Nuh uh.”

“Goodness…”

“Krux, you’re kinda cute.’

“This is not really the time for jokes, if we don’t get moving we’ll get caught and then we’ll get scolded, and after that less food for us.” I wish I could facepalm right now, the unreasonable Mordred, stuck in this cramped place with me.

Well after sneaking out to watch the old lady bake, Mordred suddenly decided to say we hide here to avoid getting caught. But really it isn’t working, the longer we stay here is the day I die of heat stroke, not only that her thighs are suffocating me, how could a child have such large thighs!?

“Nuh uh, not a joke.” Her eyes still stared at me, although it wasn’t creepy, I could feel some type of ulterior motives behind it.

“Argh!” Having enough of her stupid ‘jokes’, I decided to suddenly use force in my legs and kicked her away, letting the door to this cramped place open up, Mordred’s face was plastered with surprise, before she fell to the ground.

With an uncanny thud, she moaned in pain while I got off the cramped place, although the sudden opening of it made a ton of noise. If we can find a place that’s usually ignored by a lot of people, we can successfully hide.

I grabbed Mordred’s arm in a hurry, while I dragged her around, her eyes widened in surprise before she felt her body move involuntarily, all the while I covered up her mouth to silence her screaming voice.

Before entering a room, yes the bathroom, here we should be safe, unless somebody comes into the bathroom, all I can do is hope for Zeus to save me at that time, actually can I just use the plunger and knock them out?

I crouched before silencing my mouth, while Mordred looked at me with that same gaze before, a small outline of a blush in her cheeks. “This is… kind of fun.”

“You have a totally different view on fun, Mordred, and I don’t want to experience said fun.” I facepalmed, while she continued to smile, and gradually got closer and closer with me despite the large amounts of space around us.

…

The 7 minutes were over in a flash, while my brain stopped reminiscing, my vision returned while I blankly stared at the stove, before finally realizing what I should do. I grabbed the wooden gigantic spoon once more before using it to grab the pizza.

Once more, placing the wooden spoon in the hole of the stove, I managed to grab the pizza in a gentle manner and quickly placed it on a large wooden plate, the aroma and the smoke coming off the pizza was perfect.

The gooey melted cheese seemed to compliment the red sauce, which was the tomato sauce, the bread, which was basically the plate now seemed to be crispy, now for the inside is what we should actually say.

“Wow!” Krus' surprised voice let out while she started to stand on her toes to see over the table, because of her height. Her eyes were glued on the pizza as if it was some national treasure.

“I think I could see a bit of flaws, but a first try is a first try.” I muttered before Fyuma seemed like her eyes were glowing stars.

“What do you mean flaws, this looks like an absolutely delicious meal!” Fyuma said, while her mouth was watering. Calm down.

“Right. Then let’s dig in.” I said before grabbing the kitchen knife out of nowhere, and started to evenly slice the pizza into 8 slices. “Oh I forgot something! You two-” I pointed at both Fyuma and Krus. “Go wash your hands.”

“How about Arthur?” Krus asked, while staring at me. What an innocent question, of course.

“Arthur barely uses his paws, Krus.” I deadpanned while she finally realized it, before humming and then turning away to wash her hands.

For Arthur he seemed to be proud to not have the obligation of washing his hands, his tail was wagging happily. What a weird wolf, I wonder if he’s actually Arthur, but he reincarnated as a wolf? Okay weird thoughts, but what if…

So since I washed my hands a long time ago, I got the first bite. I laughed inwardly, before grabbing a slice and starting to separate it from the other slice, letting the gooey cheese stretch, the cheese is nice.

I then took a bite of the pizza, crispy and chewy inside, perfect, I guess we could use more of a variety of topping rather than just tomato sauce and cheese. A bit too bland, we can definitely add some more salt.

Though I guess cooking for others like this, seems to be a great joy. I smiled, peacefully while taking another bite.

“Ah! Unfair! Big brother Krux is being unfair again!” Krus exclaimed, before making a smirk at her face. Teasing her a bit with my face, but she ignored her anger and stared at the pizza.

“Do you really eat it with your hands?” Fyuma asked while rubbing her chin, Krus’ arm started to reach out for the slice of pizza, eventually separating it from the big round bread.

“You can eat it with a fork and knife, but honestly, eating it with your hands seems more convenient.” Totally inspired by Mordred, she would usually throw away the spoon and forks before starting to breathe the food with her hands, and then rubbing it on her clothes.

She was quite unsanitary.

“Then, I’ll dig in.” Fyuma’s hand also reached out for a slice of pizza, the warm heat of the bread transmitting on her arms while she brought it up to her mouth and bites it with her sharp teeth. “Mmm!~” She… err, moaned in satisfaction?

“This is so good!” Krus stuffed her mouth with the pizza, seeing only the edges which were the crust of pizza remaining. What a glutton.

“Arf!” Arthur barked out loud, seemingly annoyed, by not giving him a slice. I only giggled a bit, before also giving him a slice of the pizza.

I guess… life like this isn’t bad.

“Krux! Someday, when we are finally out of this orphanage, I want to live a life with a husband that can cook!”

“Really? Sounds unlikely of you, Mordred.”

“Shut up! So anyways, because of that I want you to learn how to cook so I can marry you!”

“Wha-!?”

…

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Mordred ???

Level: 124

Age: 14 (Deceased)

Title: The Treacherous Knight

Race: Human

Occupation: Soldier (KIA)

Blessing: Sir Mordred’s Blessing (Incomplete)

Affinity: None

Special Abilities:

Cold-Blood Dragon: When activated, the user’s overall performance is dramatically increased, and the user will gain the traits of a half-dragon.

Curse: Unlike any normal special abilities, this ability brings negative outcomes. Having this ability means being cursed by the Dragon God’s Cult. The more the user ages, the more she loses sanity, before turning into a full dragon.