Bab 100: Spring Dance

"Then… *cough* Moira… what do you think about… you know…" James was fretting inside the kitchen club class. He had been trying to make Moira look at him for the past few days, but the competition was harsh. "Moira… are you listening to me?"

The lovely girl with her pink apron was now focusing on baking the best dessert to amaze the Princess. A few days ago, many students of the class had been trying to bribe their way to heaven with pastries of magnificent flavor. However, the ones with the highest points were, of course, the ones handmade.

"Moria? Sigh…" James was now losing any hope. He had been trying to ask his dear fiancé to go with him to the Spring dance, but she was so focused on not paying him any attention.

"I will win this class."

"No… you will not…"

"What?"

"Take that…"

"Stop it…"

The students were now in a terrible battle within themselves. Floor, cream, and eggs were flying around as weapons of the culinary arts.