Chapter 910

EP.910 [Light Novel Side Story] Death Dinass of the Sky 2 Volume Side Story 01

March 10, 2025, Monday.

Xian designated the official renovation date for Oracle Studio and decided to launch their new journey with an opening ceremony on that day.

After offering another cake to the reckless landlord who was practically the guild master, Xian inherited Megrez’s furniture with the help of his team members. Xian decided to use the second floor office above Huan’s building as his research workshop.

About five days of leisure.

Xian began to truly enjoy this free time.

This story is a collection of anecdotes about what happened as he interacted with many people before holding the opening ceremony.

* * *

<Incident 1> The Cream Pie Riot

“Yuna, are you doing this on purpose?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

Xian glared at Yuna, who tilted her innocent head in confusion, trying to pry into her intentions. Yuna blinked blankly at Xian, making his heart race and forcing him to look away first.

“T-t-the cream pie, I mean.”

“Cream pie?”

Yuna clapped her hands and grinned brightly.

“I was disappointed it wasn’t on Yu-Sung Bakery’s menu! Right?”

“That’s true.”

After dining at the restaurant, the two visited Yu-Sung Bakery for dessert, searching for a real cream pie. Unfortunately, there was none, so they left with regret.

“Lord Xian, do you have the recipe?”

“Yeah, just a moment.”

Xian pulled out the cream pie recipe from his magical gear. The brief note titled [Cream Pie] contained Xian’s meticulous notes and tiny tips.

“Custard cream… milk and sugar… not too many ingredients, right?”

“That’s right. It doesn’t take too much time either.”

“If that’s the case, Lord Xian, weren’t you heading to the office soon?”

Yuna smiled mischievously while operating the magical gear.

“Yes! Boss, it’s me, Yuna. Just asking, could I make some cream pies in your kitchen later?”

“……”

Xian felt his world go dark.

Somehow foreseeing the future, he mentally rehearsed what he would say.

* * *

“The police were almost called due to business interference.”

“It’s a misunderstanding.”

Xian seriously considered recording this phrase he kept repeating.

Indeed, since coming to Korea, he often found himself caught up in such misunderstandings. Xian shared his magical gear’s cream pie recipe to clear things up. Having lost his right hand, he acquired a temporary one-handed operable tablet linked to his magical gear. Huan carefully examined the recipe and marveled.

“Ho. Very fundamental. Could I perhaps post this somewhere?”

“Yes, borrowing your oven deserves that much.”

Xian hummed a tune as he watched Yuna prepare cooking utensils, smiling. Seeing Yuna neatly dressed in a white apron and baker’s hat, Xian wanted to take a picture.

“? …Hehe, V!”

Yuna turned to Xian, made a V sign, and smiled. Xian quickly snapped a photo with his magical gear, and Yuna tiptoed over to check it.

“Did it turn out well?”

“Yeah…you look pretty.”

“Hehe, please send it later.”

Yuna returned to the kitchen, and Xian fondly traced the photo on his magical gear. Huan watched Yuna’s retreating back and shook his head.

“A woman like that is terrifying, I tell you.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“You don’t need to know. No, ignorance is bliss. If I tried to explain-”

“Boss! Can I borrow the rolling pin?”

“…Go ahead.”

Huan shivered all over as he fled the kitchen. Xian pocketed the photo and stood beside Yuna, pointing at the ingredients.

“Yeah, this should be enough.”

“Then let’s start.”

Yuna cracked an egg. For the custard cream, Xian fetched other ingredients and placed them nearby as Yuna followed the recipe by adding powders accordingly.

“Lord Xian.”

“Yeah?”

“Are you more of the white side or the yellow side?”

“……Cough.”

Xian cleared his throat and looked away. Yuna checked the sweetness level by dipping her finger in the sugar and urged him for an answer with her finger on her lips.

“Lord Xian?”

“…I’m the white side.”

“Ah, then maybe we should’ve removed the yolk?”

“…Mix in more whites and adjust the proportions accordingly.”

Xian sighed deeply as if ten years older. Yuna separated the yolk, leaving only the whites, and mixed the ingredients. The cream, which had a yellowish hue, became slightly lighter.

“Next, we need to add milk…”

Xian handed Yuna the pre-warmed milk. She alternated between checking the amount of milk, the tips in the recipe, and the mixed ingredients while asking questions without meeting his eyes.

“Lord Xian, do you prefer thicker or thinner?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Uh? The cream. ‘For a super thick texture, make the cream thick; to maintain a soft texture, add milk to make it slightly thinner.’ That tip is written here.”

“…Oh, right.”

Xian momentarily cursed his past self for writing such unnecessary tips that led to these misunderstandings.

“…I prefer thicker.”

“Then I’ll just add a little.”

Yuna poured in the milk and whisked the cream vigorously with a whisk. Despite the added milk, the sticky cream remained stubbornly thick.

“Butter might work well mixed in together.”

“This is just the base. Adding extra ingredients is personal preference.”

“Hmm, is that so? What about grating some cheese in?”

“If Yuna likes it.”

Xian found cheese suitable for grating based on Yuna’s preferences. She gratefully accepted the cheese, grated it into powder, and said:

“What kind of bread should we use? Pie crust?”

“Well, that’s basic.”

“Right. Then…”

Yuna lifted the whisk from the now fully blended cream with grated cheese. The sticky cream clung heavily to the whisk, and Yuna swirled it around her finger.

“Lord Xian, does this taste….”

Yuna blushed and pulled her hand back just as she was about to extend her finger. Xian chuckled at her innocence and dabbed some cream onto his own finger.

“Want to try?”

“……Yes.”

The two licked the cream off their fingers. Yuna savored it with her finger still in her mouth, while Xian wiped his finger clean with water and nodded.

“With this, it should bake nicely.”

“This is Lord Xian’s cream…”

“PIE recipe!”

Xian hastily corrected her. He could feel Huan glaring daggers from behind. Xian waved his hands in protest, and Yuna bowed toward Huan.

“……”

“Eh? Smells really good. Boss must be in the kitchen again-”

“Gaon. You shouldn’t disturb the kitchen right now.”

“Ah, researching a new recipe, huh? Got it.”

Gaon, who attempted to enter the kitchen, was stopped by Huan, and Xian sighed in relief as he unrolled the pie crust onto a tray.

“Then let’s layer it.”

“Yes.”

The golden-yellow custard cream was neatly spread onto the tidy pie crust as Yuna carefully folded and shaped the edges. Xian took photos from the side, and the cream pie entered the preheated oven.

“Now, we just need to bake it.”

“Something seems simple but isn’t. Lord Xian, can I ask one more thing?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s your favorite type of bread?”

A question about preferences. Xian stroked his chin with his left hand, recalling memories, then smiled knowingly and chuckled.

“Bean paste bun. Soft when touched, chewy when bitten….”

“……”

Yuna covered her chest with her hands and stepped back, startled. Goosebumps ran down Xian’s body.

“Wha-what?! I-I mean, I just like that squishy feeling! Not implying anything else-”

“I like baguettes.”

Yuna grinned as she untied her apron. Xian gaped speechlessly.

“Thick, long, and crunchy baguette… Huh? Lord Xian? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“……Nothing.”

Until the oven dinged, Xian awkwardly waited.

Watching Yuna hum a tune and bend over to pull the tray out of the oven, Xian endlessly pondered in his mind.

‘It’s just a misunderstanding.’

* * *

Incident 2 <Difference Between L and G>

“Put some clothes on!”

“No way.”

“This is my house!”

“There’s nothing that fits among the underwear you gave me.”

“KYYYYAAAAAAAH!!”

Gaon wailed on all fours on the floor. Wearing a tight white crop top and pants resembling hot shorts, Raon sat casually drinking a canned beer. So casually.

“How can you possibly walk around dressed like THAT?!”

“They called it a box tee, so I wore what you gave me.”

Gaon slapped the floor. Among the hip-hop box tees he owned, he gave Raon the largest one, but when she put it on, it turned into a tight belly-baring tank top.

Body difference. Gaon resembled Nuri enough to impersonate her for journalists, and the height difference between Raon and her sister was overwhelming.

“At least wear some undergarments! Put something on, anything!”

“…Didn’t two of them rip already?”

“KYAAAAAAAAAAH!!”

Gaon howled like a wild animal and slapped the floor again. Meanwhile, Nuri, sitting beside them, calmly took a bite out of a seasoned chicken drumstick as if she were the hostess.

“At least the clothes Yuna gave you didn’t fit either, right, Elder Sister Raon?”

“A bit suffocating, yes. But ‘Elder Sister Raon’?”

“To differentiate you from Kim Gaon. Otherwise, she thinks she’s the elder sister. Are you okay with it, Elder Sister Raon?”

“Much appreciated. Please continue calling me that.”

Raon set down her canned beer and reached for the drumstick. Gaon’s chopsticks intercepted her fingertips.

“How dare a guest reach for the drumstick?”

“There are four drumsticks. Two are still left.”

“There’s only one seasoned chicken drumstick left.”

“Have some soy sauce then. Here, both are yours.”

“No. Did you buy them?”

“Didn’t Nuri buy them?”

Gaon and Raon glared at each other, growling. Nuri nibbled on her drumstick, seeking a quick resolution before getting dragged into their quarrel.

“If Uncle comes upstairs to eat-”

“No way!”

“Not allowed.”

Gaon pointed accusingly at Raon, losing his temper, and Raon also shrugged, refusing. Nuri scratched her cheek, recalling something Xian once said passing by.

‘Gaon and Raon, one letter difference, yet they really don’t get along.’

Though their surnames were Kim and Park respectively, they had many differences. As if the early troubles between Nuri and Raon were just a taste, their conflicts became so frequent that Xian deliberately separated them.

‘The difference…is undeniable.’

Feeling Nuri’s gaze, Gaon glared at her and nudged her knee with his foot.

“Hey, Kim Nuri. Why are you staring? What are you looking at?”

“Mid. A massive mid difference detected.”

“#$%$^&*%$@#@!!!!!”

Gaon screamed words unspeakable. Nuri smirked and tossed the chicken bone into a plastic bag.

“Kim Gaon, wake up. Your growth limit ends there.”

“You, you think you’re different?!”

“Yeah, I’m Dark Attribute Level 94. Follow Uncle to the dungeon, hit Level 95, and SS Rank possible. Automatic S Rank correction means continuous explosive growth.”

“KYAAAAAAAAAAH!!”

Gaon writhed on the floor. Thanks to the alcohol, he expressed his emotions more intensely than usual. His eyes darted toward Raon’s bust and flared up again.

“Unfair! We’re both A Rank, yet why only me! Meeee!”

“…I was A Rank. And now.”

Raon raised her head toward Gaon and smirked.

“D Rank.”

“Huuuuuuh, huuuuuu.”

Gaon pounded the floor in despair. Even though it was clearly a reference to magical power levels as an ability user, somehow it sounded different.

“……Elder Sister Raon is quite remarkable.”

“Hey, Kim Nuri! Whose side are you on?!”

“Crazy girl. Of course, I’m on your side.”

“Huuuuuuh! My only younger sister doesn’t take my side but teams up with another woman!!”

Gaon sobbed, shedding tears as he cried miserably. Raon tore into the seasoned chicken leg nonchalantly and spoke.

“Close-range tankers and close-range dealers are one entity. And…”

“Kim Gaon, there’s a united front you don’t know about.”

They were sisters, comrades, and allies. Gaon felt a deep sense of defeat, sensing something beyond blood ties between them.

Drrrrk. The front door opened. Xian appeared in light pajamas.

“Kids, why is it so noisy-”

“KYAAA!”

Someone screamed. Xian turned away in shock after seeing the state of the living room.

The three women enjoying chicken as snacks with alcohol were dressed in outfits far too daring to describe verbally, with Raon being the most decently dressed among those Xian could articulate.

“Reports came in about women crying and screaming.”

“…It’s a misunderstanding.”

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