The Second Incarnation of the God of Creation

Looming danger!

The darkness of the cloudy night sky shrouded the light of the silver moon. Yet the capital streets of the Albanian Kingdom still glittered with the vivid glow of magical artifact lights.

"This is... A pastry shop? When you suggested we talk somewhere else, this wasn't exactly what I had in mind."

Katsumi tilted her head slightly as she looked at the signboard of the store. Since their conversation seemed likely to drag on, Alya had suggested relocating to a place where they could speak freely, without concern.

"Fufu, what's with that dubious look on your face? Are you perhaps thinking it's odd for a spirit like me to be interested in sweets?"

Alya questioned, effortlessly seeing through Katsumi's inner thoughts, she casually twirled soft strands of her hair with her fingers.

"W-Well, yeah... I didn't think spirits like you needed to eat."

"Of course, we don't—but that doesn't mean we can't, you know? For me, eating isn't a necessity... it's a luxury."

Alya shrugged nonchalantly as she responded. Her mouth twisting into a grin.

"I-I see..."

"Anyway, shall we go in? You can ask all your questions once we're seated with some sweets."

She smiled as they entered the shop. The warm aroma of cakes and pastries immediately filled their noses.

"Ooh, those look delicious."

Alya said, visibly drooling as she stared at the cupcakes inside the glass display.

"Cough—you're drooling, you know? Let's just sit."

Katsumi muttered, her lips twitching with embarrassment as she gently reprimanded Alya for her behaviour unfit for a proper lady.

"Oh, who are those girls?"

"Black hair? An unusual colour."

"They are so beautiful."

Various whispers resounded from customers sitting nearby. Their hearts were stolen by the beautiful appearance of Alya and Katsumi.

Both Alya and Katsumi were strikingly beautiful, each in the prime of their youth. Naturally, they drew the attention of other customers as they entered.

Feeling awkward under the weight of those stares, Katsumi quickly grabbed Alya's arm and pulled her toward a vacant table tucked away from the crowd.

Once they were seated, Alya quickly grabbed at the menu already left on the table with such speed that it even left Katsumi astonished.

"Ooh, this menu looks amazing! There are cheesecakes, banana pudding and even cookies."

Alya's eyes sparkled as though they were stars as she browsed through the list of sweets, struggling to decide what to order. Meanwhile, Katsumi, seated opposite her, visibly frowned at the prices listed.

"When I left the castle, I didn't think I'd end up in a café. I didn't ask Princess Sofia or His Majesty for any money..."

Naturally, Katsumi had no means of paying. Although she could speak the language fluently, she was unfamiliar with the local currency.

(Should I reveal my status as the chosen hero summoned here?)

She hesitated. Heroes were revered in this world—revealing her identity might earn them a free meal. But the risk of causing a commotion made her falter. Not to mention—

(We just got away from those bothersome guard knights following us, making a scene here would probably alert them of our presence.)

She thought inwardly. As the chosen hero, she was in a position where she had to be protected by the kingdom at all costs, naturally the royal family couldn't have their precious hero wandering around without a single guard nearby.