Transmigrated as the Novel's Final Boss-Chapter 67:The Imperial Dorm’s Ceremony [1]

"Might want to stay away from him in the future. Since he grew up in the cold South, his attitude towards non-royals...are not the best."

Weighing the pros and cons, I stood back up and waved before saying.

"I’ll head out for now, then."

I was lucky to have met two influential royals who didn’t care about status...for now, so I wasn’t going to test my luck with a third.

Anyway, the ceremony was going to start any time now.

*STEP*

*STEP*

*STEP*

As tens of footsteps slowly neared the ground floor, through the staircase, I didn’t bother to look and, instead, headed toward the kitchen.

However, as I looked backward one last time, letting my curiosity get the best of me, a small strand of celestial-white hair appeared atop the top stair visible to me.

*STEP*

Shaking my head, I turned around and continued toward the kitchen, where I could smell something good, which was surprising amongst the smell of the humans around me.

I had prepared myself for this situation ever since Daisy’s news of me being in the Imperial dorms.

Leaving the sitting area of the common room and entering the kitchen, which was about the size of my dorm room, I immediately saw a microwave with something in it.

Staring at the microwave screen, which read [00:00:07], I halted and looked around.

Had someone else been here?

There were 7 seconds left on the microwave timer, so they should be back within a few moments.

*RING*

*RING*

As the microphone alarm rung out upon being finished, not nearly loud enough to overpower the massive piano, I sighed and walked towards the pantry area.

However, after pulling out at least seven different drawers and seeing nothing, I quickly gave up.

Looking at the refrigerator, which was filled with different types of vegetables, raw meats, and seasonings, I wished I knew how to cook.

Closing the refrigerator door, I was about to head out of the kitchen when a sudden scent entered my nose.

By now, I had been somewhat accustomed to the terrible human scent, allowing me to easily distinguish it from other smells.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of the kitchen, immediately sprinting past me and toward the microwave.

"Hm?"

It was a person who didn’t ring any bells in my head.

A non-plot important character?

Besides me, there were only a few of those in the imperial dorms.

With short black hair that barely went past her shoulders, the girl slowly opened the microwave and stared at the plate inside with her dark-blue eyes.

Taking the plate out, the girl seemed to mimic a comedic scene that I had seen in thousands of cartoons back on Earth.

The plate contained a small strawberry cake, a bit bigger than the size of my fist, that was colored a light pink with raspberries and strawberries atop it.

The top of the cake had barely fit in the microwave...but more importantly, why had she been microwaving a cake...?

Scooping a piece of the cake’s cool outer layer and inner hot layer, the girl raised her hand to her mouth and ate the cake piece.

I could already tell what was going to happen, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop it.

She had assumed the cake was cold due to its cold outer layer.

A moment later, the girl’s face immediately turned red, and she opened her mouth while desperately panting and muttering.

"h-hot."

Noticing my presence but too in pain to react, she immediately ran past me again and whipped open the refrigerator door.

Yes, we were Glavie’s brightest students.

Seeing her pick up a bottle of cold water and immediately begin drinking it, I paused and leaned back on the kitchen’s counter.

In this world, did they not know water worsens heat, not help it?

Why did she pick the water when a tub of yogurt was right there?

If I said something wrong, my identity as an outsider from this world could be exposed.

As I sat back and thought, the girl paced up and down the kitchen, not allowing the tip of the water bottle to leave her lips.

Sighing, I finally stood back up and opened the refrigerator, grabbing the yogurt container that I had seen in the fridge earlier.

Leisurely scooping the yogurt into a bowl, I watched as the girl’s gaze slowly shifted toward me.

Handing her the bowl filled with white yogurt, I said.

"Here."

Instead of thanking me and eating the yogurt, she simply stared at the bowl, with an expression that said, "You expect me to eat that?"

...she would rather suffer in pain than try a new food?

Sighing, I walked over to her plate of cake and plucked the strawberries and raspberries atop it, placing them in the yogurt.

Seeing this, the girl finally seemed ready to try it as she picked up the spoon and took a small spoonful to her mouth.

Immediately, her eyebrows raised as the yogurt entered her mouth, and her face began to cool down, returning to its normal tan color.

Ignoring her, I grabbed a knife and took out a small piece of the cake, letting my curiosity get the best of me.

As the strawberry flavoring entered my mouth, accompanied by the soft cake batter, I inadvertently widened both my eyes.

The bandage covering my right eye almost fell off from my eyelid’s sudden movement.

It was good, better than a normal strawberry cake on Earth

I couldn’t quite describe it, but all the flavors were enhanced to the maximum.

Was this the effect of microwaving it...?

As I turned back around, the girl had already finished the small bowl of yogurt and was now eating from the container.

I didn’t even think her burnt tongue hurt anymore; she was simply eating because she enjoyed it.

Shrugging my shoulders, I paused before grabbing the container while she was mid-bite and said.

"You know, we have a massive dinner feast in ten minutes, right?"

Finally saying her first words, the girl turned to face me and said.

"Who cares? Why did you think I made the cake?"