The Reincarnated Lizardman Wants a Hamburger

And so, the Adventurer Guild was swept away by the storm of intense and touching camaraderie from Arisa’s party.

But that didn’t mean the crepe party was over.

If they were going to end it after just one crepe, they wouldn’t have started it this way in the first place.

Even if they tried to call it quits now that they’ve reconciled, Kurt wouldn’t allow it.

And the participants of this crepe party had no intention of ending the dessert party just yet.

Take Arisa, for example, who had just shaken off her worries with the help of her comrades. As soon as she regained her energy, the hunger from not having eaten properly for days hit her all at once.

Liche and Yuri, too, had been so focused on Arisa’s reaction that they hadn’t even touched their crepes yet. For them, the series of events they’d experienced today had been so exhausting that they needed something sweet to heal both body and mind.

Mari, on the other hand, just thought the crepes were delicious.

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And so, Arisa faced her second crepe.

With the most serious expression, she glared at the crepe and its toppings.

The first crepe had been made by Yuri because Arisa was too tired, so this was her first time making one herself.

Not that Yuri’s crepe was bad—it was just a safe, tasty combination.

A combination that wouldn’t fail but also wouldn’t hit anyone’s dessert fantasy, like something you’d find at a regular dessert shop.

But customizing desserts isn’t about creating safe combinations.

The goal is to achieve your own ultimate.

With that in mind, Arisa quietly gazed at the ingredients with the sharp eyes of a seasoned adventurer.

The way she stared at the ingredients was no longer the look of a depressed, lifeless recluse, but of a woman who was utterly serious about dessert.

Now, faced with a plethora of crepe ingredients, she even welcomed her own weakened body, which had been starved from skipping meals for days.

After all, it meant she could enjoy the crepes even more.

After staring at the ingredients for a while, just as others began to question her behavior, Arisa decisively grabbed a crepe and placed it on her plate.

There was no hesitation in her movements.

Though she was a shy, introverted, natural-born loner of a Dark Elf, she was also a seasoned adventurer who had built her own standing without ever forming a party.

Considering that forming a party generally broadens the range of quests you can take and the quality of experience you can gain, her ability to reach the top tier of her rank through solo play in the harsh adventurer environment was practically Silver rank or higher.

And what supported that was her instinct and senses as a scout, several times more acute and sensitive than others.

Arisa fully utilized her keen senses and seasoned experience to quickly run through multiple crepe simulations in her head.

First, a generous layer of whipped cream on the thin, wide crepe base.

Whipped cream is a classic ingredient for crepes and one of her favorite dairy products, so it was an obvious choice.

After laying the foundation with whipped cream, she drizzled condensed milk—pure concentrated milk that would amplify the sweetness.

The sticky sweetness of the condensed milk, different from the fluffy texture of the whipped cream, formed an enchanting curve under her hands, creating a perfect white match.

After countless mental simulations, her best choice was ultimately simple.

A romantic composition filled only with her most preferred things: dairy x dairy.

To others, it might seem plain, and they might not understand why she chose that over other ingredients, but customizing is all about what looks good to your own eyes.

Just like how a box filled with oddly shaped pebbles and toys might look like a treasure chest to a child.

To finish off the pure white crepe, she added blueberries—a touch of freshness and sweetness that wouldn’t overpower the whipped cream and condensed milk.

Blueberries are the kind of fruit that, while almost always included in fresh fruit cream cakes, rarely take the spotlight, usually overshadowed by stars like strawberries, oranges, or melons.

But it was precisely because they were a supporting actor that Arisa chose them.

Not because she identified with their supporting role.

Unlike other fruits, blueberries are small, with a mild tang and sweetness, and their lack of assertiveness is actually a good thing.

Their humble flavor, despite being a fruit, doesn’t clash with the whipped cream and condensed milk but instead enhances it.

After placing two blueberries between the whipped cream and condensed milk, Arisa’s special crepe was complete.

Behold, the Blueberries White Crepe!

But she wasn’t satisfied yet.

The real customization was just beginning.

Not content with this, Arisa grabbed the piping bag again and added another generous layer of whipped cream over the condensed milk.

Then, another beautiful curve of condensed milk.

And another round of blueberries to stimulate the appetite.

What she created was a two-layered crepe.

But it wasn’t enough.

Another layer of whipped cream.

Another layer of condensed milk.

Finally, more blueberries.

Only then was the three-layered whipped cream crepe, bursting with volume, complete.

This was her ultimate dessert.

The Ultimate Blueberries White Crepe.

With a satisfied expression, Arisa happily took a bite of the crepe, where the whipped cream outweighed the crepe itself.

The taste was as excellent as she had anticipated.

Without a care for the mess around her mouth, she bit into the whipped cream, which instantly filled her mouth with a unique texture somewhere between solid and liquid, bringing joy to her palate.

The subtle sweetness of the whipped cream and the deep aroma of milk filled her mouth, painting a vision of an endless blue meadow and a clear sky over a ranch.

Occasionally, the dizzying sweetness of the condensed milk would send a shiver of pleasure through her tongue, yet it never lost its dairy essence, never disrupting the blissful experience of the whipped cream.

The mild flavor of the blueberries, lacking in both sweetness and acidity compared to other fruits, was like scattered white clouds in a vast blue sky, stimulating the appetite with their refreshing juiciness without breaking the harmony created by the whipped cream and condensed milk.

After conquering the long layers of whipped cream, she finally reached the crepe itself.

Hahp.

Biting into the crepe, still lingering in the afterglow of the whipped cream and condensed milk’s ecstasy, the layers of the crepe folded like a thousand-layered croissant, delivering a delightful texture.

Perhaps because she had added so much whipped cream during the crepe-making process.

With each bite, the whipped cream packed between the folds of the crepe would burst out, offering a different kind of pleasure from just eating the cream.

It was no longer just a part of the crepe—it was a whole new level of culinary art.

Among the variations of crepe dishes, there’s one called the Milk Crepe, where multiple layers of crepe are stacked with thin layers of cream in between, creating over ten layers.

At this moment, the crepe in Arisa’s mouth was essentially a mini Milk Crepe.

And so, Arisa enjoyed her Ultimate Blueberries White Crepe until the handle of the crepe she was holding completely disappeared.

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Arisa wasn’t the only one enjoying her own dessert.

Each of them was enjoying their own dessert in their own way, tailored to their own tastes.

Whipped cream and fruit, topped with jam, syrup, nuts, and more.

Liche, who used almost all the ingredients Kurt had prepared, arranged them beautifully, creating a dessert that was almost artistic.

Yuri, who, like a child, kept the whipped cream and strawberry jam separate, then mixed them to make strawberry whipped cream to spread on her crepe.

Mari, who filled each layer of her crepe with different fruits.

They were all serious about creating their own crepes, each expressing their individuality.

By the time everyone had finished another crepe, Kurt spoke up.

“…By the way.”

“Yes? What is it?”

Kurt’s voice sounded somewhat dissatisfied.

No, it wasn’t just his voice—he genuinely wasn’t happy with the situation.

Clearly, the DIY crepe event he had prepared was a success.

Arisa, the original goal, had regained her energy, and seeing her like that, Liche and Yuri were also happily enjoying their own crepes.

The cooking was successful, and the diners were satisfied, so as a chef, it was a fulfilling meal.

At least, it would have been under normal circumstances.

Yes.

Under normal circumstances.

But hidden in this gathering was a topping Kurt had ambitiously prepared.

Perhaps it was a plant that didn’t exist in this world or wasn’t considered edible—cacao.

He had discovered it after decades and prepared it with a smile, hoping to enjoy it together, but the chocolate whipped cream piping bag was left untouched, as if no one had even noticed it.

It was like preparing a spicy and sweet bean sprout bulgogi with a secret sauce, only for everyone to praise the side dish of eggplant instead.

And if this continued, everyone would finish the meal without even touching the bean sprout bulgogi.

Of course, while it’s the chef’s job to prepare the food, how it’s eaten is up to the diners.

Every chef is different, but at least Kurt’s personal belief is not to force how people eat.

But…

But if this continued, the chocolate whipped cream he had so ambitiously prepared would go unelected, and the meal would end without anyone choosing it.

“That just won’t do.”

It’s too pitiful for the chocolate whipped cream.

“…Kurt?”

Ignoring Mari’s concerned question, Kurt’s eyes gleamed.

The time for DIY crepes was over.

Now, it was time for chocolate crepes.

The moment Kurt went dark (chocolate) had arrived.

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