Chapter 5: This Cake Tastes Like Shit
In all of Darius’s memories with Elizia, this was the first time I’d seen her worried. I still retained the past memories of this body, though they serve little purpose considering how uninformed this guy is, but both heads are full of pleasurable memories spent with that angel.
I even feel bad. I’m a very frequent client of Elizia’s, it’s no wonder I’ve told her my whole life story three times while drunk after an entire session of ours. I also understand that I’m like a golden goose for her, as I’ve literally paid a lot for her services.
Women are complicated creatures... Hah.
No point overthinking it now. I need to get my head straight and figure out how to get into that mansion undetected. I can use the cook’s situation to my advantage, as long as I can get to him first.
His name is Vivandir, a poor soul who was a baker his whole life and suddenly found favor with the count by creating delicious breads, even generating an additional recipe for the count thanks to selling food. I know this because I tried the cakes they made, and wow, they’re tasty!
If I recall correctly, Elizia said to check out a certain place. It’s called Divine Flavor Café, and that’s where this guy works when Count Vandric is away, managing the business by selling expensive and delicious products to the high aristocracy.
I didn’t exactly want to spend money there, after this, I’ll lose the funds I have and then I’ll fight with beggars on the street for a piece of bread... Oh, screw it, let’s go!
The Divine Flavor Café is located in the Rose District, the same as the count’s mansion, right next to the shops where the aristocracy likes to make expensive purchases, pretending not to notice the poor outside rubbing their faces against the glass.
It’s an pretentious place, full of lace curtains and the smell of burnt sugar in the air. Just stepping inside gives me a kind of guilt that only those who’ve paid a small fortune for a nail-sized cake know.
As soon as I push the door open, a small bell rings. A stylized butler looks me up and down with a mixture of disdain and boredom, perhaps recognizing that I bought the cheapest clothes from the shop I was in before.
"May I help you, sir...?"
"I’m looking for Vivandir. He’s a friend of mine. I need to talk to him about... about, uh..."