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."