Priscilla, who had made everyone nervous with just one sentence, was fiddling with the magical cooking tool, still focused on the manual.

I watched her nervously from the side. At the very least, I hoped the dish would turn out edible. Even if it wasn’t perfect, I could still eat it, but hiding my true feelings about the taste would be a challenge.

"Let’s see how well they do. If it’s even close to mine, just watch."

Rosaria grumbled as she came up beside me, with Latina quietly following behind.

"Well, that confidence must come from knowing they’ll do well."

"I know. But if I want to find fault, I can always find something. If I spot even a tiny issue, I’ll definitely make them redo it."

A mischievous grin appeared on her face, almost playful in a way.

"I’m the judge, in case you forgot."

"Audience feedback counts too, right? I also gave some to the others, so why can’t I have a say?"@@novelbin@@

"You can try, but I doubt it’ll affect the results."

"That’s not fair! Saintess, you should be more kindhearted! If you’re too harsh, nothing will go well."

Latina suddenly interjected.

"You talk as if you wouldn’t do the same."

"I wouldn’t. People who can’t cook are often said to have bad personalities too."

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