Scenario:Ange - Even as a Prince

Even as a Prince

Ange's official hobbies are practicing her swordsmanship and horseback riding, but her real hobby is, in fact, baking. When she and Littany are reunited unexpectedly, she meets Littany's husband, a chef. Seeing how happy Littany is with him, Ange realizes that there's no need to hide her own pastry-making. She asks the chef to teach her his recipe for macarons, planning to make them for the princess she dreams of meeting in the future.

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Her name is Ange d'Erlanger.

Once when she was little, she found herself the target of a monster attack until a dashing prince, seemingly straight from a fairy tale, came and saved her.

Since then, she has idolized the existence of a prince, dreaming of becoming a prince for someone else herself.

Ange: Ah! Just where could you be, my princess?

While Ange insists that her hobbies are practicing her swordsmanship and horseback riding, this is not quite the truth.

Ange: Powdered sugar, almond powder, egg white, granulated sugar, and all the rest... Good, that should be everything!

Ange: I'm going to make some yummy macarons with these!

Her true hobby is, in fact, baking.

But because she keeps this a secret from her friends, she enjoys her hobby only when (Captain) and the others are out for work.

Ange: Yep, peaks are forming nicely in the meringue!

Ange: Now we just have to add the remainder of the granulated sugar...

Ange works on her pastries with practiced hands, and before long, the macarons finish baking in the oven, However...

Ange: Hmm. The crust's too hard again...

Ange: How can I get that perfect crispy crunch?

Undaunted, she attempts to perfect the texture through trial and error.

But then, suddenly...

Lyria's Voice: Sniff, sniff... I smell something delicious!

Ange: Wha! They're back already?

Vyrn's Voice: Maybe Lowain's bakin' cookies or something. Let's go take a look!

Ange: (Oh crap, oh crap! I'm not about to let them see me in such an... unprincely state!)

In her hurry to tidy up, however, Ange drops the bowl and granulated sugar goes flying everywhere.

Ange: Aaah!

Lyria: Huh... Ange?

Ange: H-hey! That was fast! Done with the job for today?

Vyrn: Yeah, didn't take long with everyone's help!

Lyria: Hm? The floor feels kind of... grainy.

Ange: Ah... I came to get a drink and accidentally knocked over the bowl over there. I'll get this cleaned up!

(Captain) watches Ange with an indecipherable expression as she promptly wipes the floor.

Vyrn: Think it'd be okay if I ate these macarons in the oven?

Ange: Huh? Er... I mean, I didn't make them, but... why not?

Lyria: Hehe. They're so sweet and yummy!

Ange: Y-yeah?

Ange: Ahem! (Captain), could I ask you to help with my training again?

Ange: Haaah! Yah!

Vyrn: Ooh, that was a nice lunge! You're gettin' better and better!

Ange: I've got (Captain) to learn from, after all. There's no excuse not to improve!

Littany: ...

Littany: The people training over there...

Littany: It's Ange!

Ange: ...!
Did someone just call my name?

Lyria: Eep! Don't look away!

(Captain)'s wooden sword comes down and stops just a hair's breadth away from Ange's brow.

Ange: Ah... Ahaha. I'll be more careful next time.

As Ange collects herself, she sees an elegant lady running toward her and breaks into a smile.

Ange: Littany? Is that you?

Littany was once deceived by an evil man who was after her fortune.

She was saved, however, thanks to Ange and (Captain)'s crew exposing the self-proclaimed prince as the man responsible for the murder of Littany's parents.

Ange: But what brings you here, Littany?

Littany: I had a new mansion built in this area, you see. Also...

Littany: I don't believe I've repaid you yet for saving me. How would you like to have afternoon tea at my house?

Ange: I'd be more than happy to accept your invitation!

At Littany's new residence, the crew are shown into a magnificent room. They gaze in awe at the gorgeous interior.

Ange: Wow... It feels like I'm in a castle!

Littany: Hehe. Have a seat, everyone.

Littany gestures toward a table where tiered stands full of scrumptious pastries and other refreshments have been placed.

Littany: Our prided chef put his everything into making these.

Ange: (Waaah, there's macarons too! Hehe, they look so colorful and pretty.)

Littany notices Ange's fixation on the macarons and smiles to herself.

Littany: Please, help yourselves.

Ange: Well then, if I may!

Curiosity piqued, Ange reaches out for a macaron and pops it in her mouth.

Ange: ...!

Ange: The flavor and texture are first-class... I've never had a macaron this delicious.

Ange: (Hnnngh! I'd love to ask the chef for some tips on how to make the macarons but... I need to hold back.)

Lyria: Nom, nom... These scones are yummy too!

Littany: Hehe, our chef would be overjoyed to hear that.

Their reunion brings about a lively conversation as they reminisce about the past. In the midst of this, Littany blushes and makes a confession.

Littany: Actually... I got married.

Ange: Married! Really?

Littany: Yes. And it's thanks to all of you for saving me back then.

Ange: So you've found your true prince... I'm so happy for you.

Ange: If it's all right, I'd love to meet your prince.

Littany: Of course.

When Littany calls out to her husband, a gentle-looking man steps out from the kitchen.

Littany's Husband: It's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard much about all of you from Littany.

Ange: So you're Littany's prince! The both of you suit each other very much.

Littany's Husband: Haha. Dear me, I'm a little embarrassed.

Ange: What sort of fateful encounter brought you together?

Littany: Well, actually, he was the chef that worked at my house.

Ange: Whaaa!

Littany: When I was feeling down, it was him who filled both my heart and my stomach with his delicious cooking. And that's how...

Ange: (Wait a second. Does that mean he's the one who made the macarons too?)

A million questions about the macarons swirl in Ange's mind...

But she pushes them back, deeming them unbefitting of her princely ideal.

1. Why don't you ask about the macarons?

Choose: Why don't you ask about the macarons?

Ange: Macarons! Er... Why would you say that?

(Captain) suggests she be open about her baking hobby.

Ange: Shhh! No, (Captain)! I told you, I can't let anyone know about that!

Vyrn: Uh... We pretended not to notice, since you seemed to wanna keep it a secret...

Vyrn: But you kinda just said it out loud before anyway, so we already knew too.

Littany: Oh, so you like riding horses, do you?

Ange: Urgh... Actually, I... I spend most of my days off baking cakes and desserts, but...

Ange: Ah! You... You were all listening back then?

Lyria: You might have your own image of an ideal prince, Ange...

Lyria: But look at Littany's prince. His cooking and baking are making his most treasured person so happy.

Lyria: I think there's nothing to be ashamed of. You should say that you like baking, loud and proud!

Ange: Yeah, you're right... It's as the lady says.

Ange: Sneaking around in itself isn't very prince-like.

Ange: I should take pride in my baking hobby, like a real prince would!

Lyria: Exactly!

Ange: Esteemed Prince. Would you be so kind to teach me how you make your macarons?

Ange: When I meet my princess one day, I'd like to bake her some delicious macarons too!

Littany's Husband: Certainly. I'd be glad to share my secret recipe with you.

Ange: Really? Thank you so much!

Freeing herself of her ossified idea of princeliness, Ange resolves to become a prince that stays true to her own heart.

As for how Ange captures the heart of her princess with her macarons... that is a story for the future.