The Witch’s Sweet Dream.

It had been recommended by Hera, from the Red Tower of Magic, as the best dessert restaurant in Pentagon. They didn’t take reservations, so there always was a line leading out the restaurant’s doors, but… with status, fame, and money, it was simple to overturn the rule of not taking reservations and secure a private table for themselves.

They were quickly seated by a third-floor window that offered a great view.

“It’s so… so pretty!” Mer gasped in amazement.

Mer’s eyes twinkled like a starry sky as she looked at all the colorful desserts laid out in front of her on different plates.

“And they taste amazing!” Mer squealed upon taking her first bite.

She first tried the macarons stuffed full of cream. The cream, which anyone could tell tasted sweet just by looking at it, had even been studded with chocolate chips, and the smooth surface of the macarons was so brightly colored that it was hard to believe that it was a dessert.

Mer trembled in delight as she munched on the stuffed macaron.

“No one is going to take it away from you, so eat a bit slower,” Eugene nagged.

“Why do I need to eat any slower?” Mer argued. “It won’t get stuck in my throat no matter how fast I eat, and I won’t feel sick either.”

However, Mer still couldn’t do anything about the size of her mouth. No matter how wide the tiny Mer opened her jaws, there was a limit to the amount of macaron that fit inside her mouth.

As such, she was quickly biting, swallowing, and biting again. After all, there was no such thing as being full for her. All the food that she ate was decomposed into mana and disappeared the moment that it passed through her esophagus.

Mer felt a deep gratitude that her body had been constructed this way. This meant that she could eat an infinite amount of delicious and sweet things, and she wouldn’t gain any weight either.

Just as she was happily contemplating the variety of cakes set out in front of her eyes, Mer’s expression suddenly turned cold.

“Stop that,” Mer demanded. Her hand, swinging as fiercely as if it was trying to swat down an annoying fly, struck the back of Melkith’s hand. “I’m the one who ordered these.”

“How stingy!” Melkith shrieked, her eyes widening as she glared at Mer.

“I’m not stingy,” Mer denied. “White Tower Master, you’re just an uninvited guest. Sir Eugene and I didn’t give you permission to accompany us. However, you brazenly and stubbornly insisted on following us here and sat down with us.”

“...I am the White Tower Master, Melkith El-Hayah,” she declared proudly. “In this land of wizards, there is nowhere I am not allowed to go—”

“You really are shameless. Do you really believe that your position as the White Tower Master can just excuse your rudeness? Even if you do have such a status, or at least you think you do, that still isn’t something that you should claim for yourself,” Mer spat out as...