The Great Saint Was Called to Heaven and Became the Adopted Daughter of the Baker - Episode 1.6

“I have no memory of having a son who brazenly sneaks into his sister’s room at night!”

Instead of a refreshing morning wake-up, a deep, resonant bass echoed through the room. At the same time, the sound of something heavy rolling down the stairs could be heard.

The room assigned to Ali is on the second floor, close to the stairs. If the door is opened and she is thrown out, she would easily tumble down the stairs.

“Ow! What the hell, old man, it’s morning!”

“It’s because you were dozing off in Ally’’s room. Even though she’s my stepsister, I don’t remember raising you to be a pervert who stares at a woman’s nightgown like that!”

“Huh? We were just exchanging cups as step-siblings. Why are you jumping to such lewd conclusions?”

He must have fallen down the stairs, but there he is, shouting energetically. He’s unbelievably resilient. As expected of the youngest person to become a holy knight. No, if I think about it calmly, it doesn’t really matter, but I couldn’t help but be impressed. However, I couldn’t say, “You drank it all before we even had a chance to share a cup.”

“Good morning, Father. May I start kneading the bread right away?”

“Make sure to check the room temperature and the weather properly.”

With a sulky expression, Balkas mutters.

The bread served in the shop is made by him, but the bread on the dining table is baked by Ally. For dinner, they often eat the bread that didn’t sell that day, but for breakfast and lunch, they eat the bread he baked. Although it still doesn’t reach the shop’s level, it is recognized for its gentle taste, characteristic of Ally.

Outside the window, it must be around the time when dawn is just beginning to break. If I start making breakfast now, it will be ready in time.

I was first taught that the amount of water to mix with the wheat should be adjusted according to the weather and temperature. Additionally, the kneading method must also be changed.

However, Balkas is back to his usual self, showing no trace of the heated argument he had with his son just a moment ago.

It’s so wonderful that I want to emulate it. Surely, they must be talking about him when they say “calm and composed.” No, maybe not. I might be a bit groggy. No, it’s just that the developments are happening too fast for me to keep up.

If I don’t hurry, I might mess up the water distribution.

“Understood. Momo, once you change, I’ll go prepare breakfast.”

When I called out to my beloved cat curled up at the edge of the bed, Milliardo, who was at the bottom of the stairs, widened his eyes.

“I’ve been wondering since yesterday, but is that ugly cat named Momo?”

“Oh, ‘ugly’ is a forbidden word.”

“How rude! Where exactly am I ugly?!”

Momo has ears like a hawk. The moment she jumped off the bed, she dashed out of the room with incredible speed. With a furious roar, Momo leaped down from the top of the stairs and landed gracefully on Milliardo’s face, claws out.

“Yaaahhh!”

The sound of the little birds taking off from the branches all at once overlapped with Milliardo’s roar.