8 – Desserts that go well with coffee

[Currently, a new target wants to communicate with you.]

[A target that can communicate with Beast Taming: John Johnson (Dwarf, Lv.109 / None)]

[Do you want to accept sympathy?]

Layers of system windows popped up out of nowhere.

They are asking me if I would like to accept sympathy.

I feel like my head is going blank for a while because I’m dumbfounded.

Even so, it was bizarre that the system window pointed out as the target of sympathy.

My skill is definitely beast taming, and it even taught me how to communicate with non-beasts (?). Of course, it was unreasonable to treat dragons as mere beasts, but… … .

Perhaps, as the rank went up to S-rank the other day, it was possible to communicate with them even if they were not animals.

‘John Johnson, you were 109 years old. By the way, is it because of what I’m baking right now?’

John Johnson is visible over the system notification window.

His nose flared and his eyes twinkled.

The brown eyes, which were always hidden by the caterpillar’s eyebrows, could be seen.

It seemed that his affinity for me had risen sharply just by the smell wafting over the stove.

Thank you for recognizing my skill,

anyway it is

I can’t fill my precious slot with males.

refusal of sympathy.

There was nothing to worry about at all.

He immediately shook his head and refused.

It is burdensome to come any closer than this.

[Communication with the subject is interrupted.]

[Your friendship with the target will be maintained, but you will not receive any special benefits.]

[You cannot connect again with a target who has refused to communicate once.]

When I express my intention to reject it in my heart, the hologram screen comes to mind once again. Key details hidden like insurance policies appeared one after another.

‘Can’t I tell you all this at once?’

It felt like the world in the game that had just started service was less optimized.

What would have happened if the penalty for refusal to sympathize resets the affinity or turns into a hostile relationship?

I received a message that I could not receive the privilege, but

If I’m going to receive it, I want to receive it from the dragon.

Come to think of it, Derke had never received anything special.

I’ll check it out later when I get a chance.

“Ha, how mouth-watering!”

When I close the alarm windows one by one,

Exclamations are heard across the table.

Johnson had come up on the table and was blowing his nose.

Even without taking off your shoes.

‘It’s over the line.’

This scene was like a wild boar that had attacked a private house sniffing over the fence. Looking at this kind of Johnson, I don’t think I’ll have anything to sympathize with him even if I’m given another chance.

“How long have you been smelling this scent? … !”

But wait?

How long ago did you say it was a scent you smelled?

I hope this isn’t… … ?

“Chief Johnson?”

“Why but? Why don’t you quickly get it out of the oven before it burns to black?”

“Oh, I’ll take care of that… … . Isn’t this something you deliberately put aside to suit the manager’s taste?”

I asked a question and pulled out a dessert that had been baked to a golden brown from the oven.

Sometimes it was cooked just right.

Perfect grilling with no burnt areas.

To the point where the dark brown baked surface shines.

The faintly sweet smell of the coffee powder and sugar mixed in the dough vibrates inside the break room.

What I came up with was coffee biscuits, not cookies.

“Does my taste matter now?! Hurry up and give me one! Let me taste it!”

“… … .”

Judging by Johnson’s reaction, it’s clear.

It was clear that his taste was reflected.

If not, would you go crazy and run like this?

I asked you to tell me what dragons like, when did you ask me to tell you what dwarves love my special syrup?

I felt a bit cheated, but

Still, the results were quite satisfactory.

This is because the best results were obtained with limited materials.

“Okay, wait a minute.”

Still, it’s true that I got help from Johnson… … .

—-Drreuk, tak… !

I took the tray of biscuits out of the oven and put them in a bowl. Then, he handed one freshly baked hot one to Johnson.

“Thank you!”

I also picked one up to try.

I hope it’s not a bright apricot.

First of all, the appearance and smell are passing points.

ㅡWasak… !

Johnson and I immediately took a bite of the biscuit without hesitation.

Moisture was blown away by the heat of the oven, and the texture was crunchy, and when the biscuit was split, the delicate aroma of coffee filled the mouth.

“Oh, it’s delicious… ?!”

Could it be because of the sugar soaked into the coffee grounds?

It was a bit like a cappuccino.

It was definitely sweet, but

It wasn’t to the point of being annoying.

“This is really amazing… … .”

Moderately sweet, it tasted just like coffee.

ㅡjorruk… !

I had to see if it actually went well with coffee, so I filled my cup with coffee without anything added.

“Kuhm… !”

Of course, the same goes for Johnson, who is paying attention from the side.

ㅡOdeuk, Ohdeuk, Odeudeuk!

—-Hororok… !

We stopped talking and continued eating and drinking.

Crunchy biscuits fill your mouth first.

A feeling of sweetness wrapped around the tongue.

The subtle coffee scent hidden in the sweetness leaves a lingering aftertaste.

ㅡsingle… !

Drinking coffee at this timing is the icing on the cake.

A bite of coffee biscuit in a sip of coffee.

It was the perfect combination of dessert with well-brewed coffee.

In a way, it seemed like it could be eaten because it was a combination of coffee + coffee, but like commercially available cafe biscuits, it was in proper harmony with coffee.

It was a perfect dessert to eat with the coffee as the coffee took over the subtle sweetness of the biscuits.

“This is so perfect… ! Do you think you can be this good?”

John Johnson is highly praised.

He was usually full of complaints, but

The hard expression melted in the sweetness of the biscuit.

“I like it very much! If it tastes like this, you’ll want to eat it every day… … .”

Johnson continues to praise. He was subtly reaching for the tray of biscuits.

It must mean that he liked it enough to try stealing with that short arm.

“I’ll pack some here, so stop.”

“Uhm… ! Go, thank you.”

John Johnson clears his throat as I put some biscuits in paper wrappers.

While I was taking care of it, I took out Derke’s as well. It was a reward for giving me confidence that my cookies were delicious.

“By the way, chief? If this is a dragon… No, ladies will like it too, right?”

“Sure! Desserts that are faithful to these basics will be enough to satisfy you! I guarantee!”

Johnson, who was tasting the Biskill while making a sound like omnyomnyom that didn’t match what it looked like, assures me.

“So, are the ones made by my predecessor better, or the coffee biscuits I make now?”

“Cool, cool… … ?!”

John Johnson spills a lot of biscuit powder on his beard, probably overhearing my sudden question. He stared at me with puzzled eyes.

“Would you like a glass of water?”

“All right, all right… ! Why are you suddenly bringing up the story of your predecessor?”

My current position is dormitory supervisor.

… He is the manager of the break room and the manager of the barn.

I was the only replacement for several vacancies.

From the beginning, he was branded as a slave and dragged without knowing the exact crime.

There must have been a change of person for some reason. I was curious about the story of the predecessor who left the academy without taking over.

Perhaps the predecessor had prepared various baking supplies and even an oven in the rest area.

“At least I want to know how my predecessor worked… … . I was curious as to why the dormitory supervisor position suddenly became vacant.”

“Well, you don’t need to know that. It was quite a long time ago, so I’m not too familiar with it… … .”

“No, I’m curious. Seeing that not only the manager but also other people are reluctant to talk about it, it must have something to do with the ladies, right?”

“… … .”

Johnson doesn’t have an easy answer.

He seems to be the type who is not as good at lying as he thought.

It’s all over the face.

“… hmmm, yes It is.”

Johnson quenches his thirst with a sip of coffee and barely answers. Also, my hunch was right.

“Then please tell me.”

“My, why should I—”

“… Please help me until the end. I beg you.”

ㅡBussleuk!

I asked, pushing the biscuits into a paper bag like a money bag. This time it’s the second envelope, so it’s going to be a bit of a worry.

“Huh… If you ask me this far… … .”

As expected, Johnson accepted the envelope with a reluctant expression and continued.

“… Instead, don’t think about running away in shock. got it?”

***

The current time is 12:50 am.

Time for lunch soon.

The entrance ceremony probably ended in the morning.

It definitely feels like it’s been more noisy outside than usual since a while ago.

ㅡTap, Tak! rustle… !

However, I was alone in the kitchen of the break room, skipping lunch. There was no time to go out to check the situation outside for a moment.

The reason was simple.

It was to continue baking biscuits.

Extra biscuits were being baked just in case they ran out.

At first, I thought it would be enough just to bake it, but I changed my mind after hearing about the predecessor from Johnson.

ㅡIt’s not like that, but most of the girls are proud. Just like the goddesses of the Drango continent, if you offend them even a little, it’s over.

I knew a little about it, but

Johnson’s face was quite serious.

When I listened to him, the horse was a goddess, but it was no different from a pure gangster.

ㅡEspecially! Don’t touch their pride!

Johnson repeatedly emphasized ‘pride’ and asked me to be careful.

Dragons prided themselves on being the supreme life form, so their pride was quite high. In fact, dragons were able to wield their own powers given to them by the gods.

—-Your predecessor’s skills were mediocre, but he was still a fairly sincere person. Even so, in an instant, it was thrown into the sea as a whole roast. Do you know somehow?

Johnson warned me again.

Citing as an example the terrible words of the predecessor.

—-The predecessor served coffee and tea to the ladies as usual. But while serving, he stepped on the tail of a young lady.

According to him, the tail is a very sensitive part of a dragon, and it is the part they want to hide the most.

In the first place, I couldn’t ask why the dragon insisted on human form, or why the dragon only showed off its tail because of time.

Anyway, the important thing is not to touch their planting and tail.

Johnson, who had told the whole story, hurriedly left, fearing that someone might have overheard. And after that, I was lonely baking biscuits by myself.

“Dae-ae-ae-!”

Just in time, the bell of the grandfather clock rings.

It sounds exceptionally majestic today.

It was. The fateful hour has finally arrived.

‘Please don’t let my life end here… … .’

1:00 pm. Time for lunch to end.

Just like that, it was about time that the ringing of the bell had stopped.

ㅡDoo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo… !!!

I hear the sound of countless footsteps shaking the ground in the distance.

Yes, what is to come is finally here.

It was the sound of the girls who valued their pride running without dignity.