"Want some? I just made Funiudo, using cheese sacrificed by the orcs, other ingredients sacrificed by the elves, and flour I mooched off the Agriculture Goddess..." At some point, the Magic Goddess had walked over carrying a plate of little pastries.
She herself liked sweets, and after Roger had taught her several recipes, she often made some.
Whether her skills were simply that good or the ingredients were just too... astonishing, even Roger, who was not particularly fond of sweets, found them utterly delicious.
Roger smiled as he picked up a pastry and took a bite. "Your cooking is really getting better and better!"
"Really? I'm glad you like it." The Magic Goddess smiled faintly, sat beside Roger, and picked up a pastry herself. When she saw that the projected scene before them showed the Technology Laboratory, the Nature God, the Agriculture Goddess, and Viscount Rost chatting amicably, she was momentarily stunned. "I didn't expect them to fit in so well. It doesn't feel out of place at all."
"When they shared the same goal, they wouldn't care whether they were human or gods while working toward it. If nothing unexpected happened, the Southlands would become the first region illuminated by the radiance of the agricultural gods. I was truly looking forward to seeing what kind of potential would erupt from the Technology God's Magitech Devices, the Nature God's Druid Potions, the Agriculture Goddess's grain seeds, and the blessings of other gods."
Roger was more concerned about this project than he had ever been before. It would directly determine roughly how high the population limit of the industrial age could reach—at the very least, it could determine the population limit of the first stage of the industrial age.
The Magic Goddess smiled and leaned against Roger's shoulder. "You've already done