The Sword Princess Wants to Become Best Friends Too

A meal was judged on three aspects: color, aroma, and taste.

Sheele's bento had both color and aroma, but its taste was hard to put into words.

And that had something to do with Freya's cooking philosophy.

This beautiful Goddess Lord believed that seasonings were like human emotions. They should not be fixed, but should change according to the cook's mood.

When her emotions were passionate and soaring, she added more chili peppers to express them. When her emotions were heavy and somewhat melancholy, she added more salt made from seawater.

Sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty—in this utterly willful seasoning process, she had developed the special skill of turning good ingredients into dark cuisine.

Generally speaking, the more carefully Freya prepared a dish, the worse it tended to taste. But if she made it absentmindedly, somewhat perfunctorily, then it might actually taste pretty good.

Without a doubt, Broly's lunch bento had been carefully prepared by her. So, after taking their first bites, everyone sampling the food wore expressions as though the food in their mouths had bitten their tongues.

"This... is sweet?"

The tamagoyaki was cloyingly sweet, leaving the Elf Girl—who did not dislike sweets—with the look of someone questioning her life.

"So salty."

Meanwhile, the pastry that looked like a sweet was so salty that even the Sword Princess's brows knitted together, her tongue seeming to tighten.

Even Lyu produced a mouthful of saliva from the intensely sour baked cake in her mouth, her entire body trembling from the sourness.

The three of them instinctively spat out the food in their mouths.

Broly, on the other hand, chewed the bright-red meat steak and swallowed it directly.

"Mr. Broly, is there nothing wrong with your bento?"

Leffia looked at the meat steak in his lunchbox, which smelled spicy even