I Am Brave Pastel

Pastel trembled as she ate the Fresh Magic Stone Yogurt.

Tremble, tremble.

She scraped the bowl clean, sucked on her spoon, her eyes sparkling at the delicious taste. And then she trembled again.

Tremble, tremble.

Lord Demon, who had been watching her, gave her a strange look.

"Why are you doing that? Is the taste that moving when the magic stone is fresh?"

"Nooo."

Denying it instantly, Pastel bit her spoon and glared at Lord Demon.

"Lord Demon, you're not a fool. Where would freshness come from in an ore? You're a total fool."

Lord Demon, who had somehow managed to make a dessert despite the poor Cooking Facilities, was dumbfounded...