He wasn't a masochist, nor did he wish to meet his end under a hatchet, so to avoid unfounded disasters, his nerves had to be kept taut, until he was safely back in his sickbed.
However, his awareness alone wasn't enough.
"Um... this, that... in any case, I've made these, if you don't mind, please try them,"
Minerva's voice came out in fits and starts, as if summoning courage and yet fearing something, while she presented a paper bag with a cute pattern with both hands.
"Chocolate?"
Hearing Roland's question, Minerva's head almost touched the ground.
After asking the maids "how to date," they unanimously replied, "If you want to capture a man's heart, first capture his stomach!"
With zero experience in both romance and cooking, competing with someone like Nona, who studied cooking day and night alongside Roland, proved to be a rather difficult task for Minerva. Just learning the basics of cooking was a mission that couldn't be accomplished in a short amount of time.
