Thank the God of Light I do not own Legend of the Sun Knight! That would be a disaster!
I am a knight. To be precise, I am the Storm Knight of the Church of the God of Light. To give further information, I am the secretary for Church of the God of Light, and my working hours are from 5 A.M. to 3 A.M. I really hate my job, but being the Storm Knight is a job you cannot regret, cannot change professions, and can only continue to be one until you retire or die. Ah... If only I'd been a little slower in the running races to judge the potential Storm Knights' speeds... Then I wouldn't be here trying to crack open this stubborn walnut!
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I don't have the time to waste trying to pry you open! There's too many papers waiting for me back in my room! The walnut slipped from my hands and rolled across the floor. My foot darted out.
Crack. At least it's open now. Although Ice would probably be furious if I added a walnut I used my boot to smash into his brownie recipe. It wasn't my intention to actually stomp on the walnut, more like a bad habit from when I was a kid. Crushing walnuts that way might have been how I ended up having the hardest, fastest kicks out of the Storm Knight candidates. And how I ended up being the Storm Knight...
I slapped my face. No daydreaming! The Pope wanted thirty batches of walnut brownies for a yearly meeting with the richest merchants of Leaf Bud City, to encourage them to donate some of the profits the God of Light had generously endowed them with to the Church. Normally, this kind of thing would obviously fall to Ice, but due to a sudden outbreak of demon wolves in the west of the Kingdom of Forgotten Sound, Ice and his platoon were dispatched to deal with them, since his platoon was the only one capable of wielding ice magic to douse any fires that started.
I sighed. Of course I had to skip the emergency meeting about this (as usual), which meant that the unwanted task fell to me (as usual). I'd overheard that Leaf had volunteered to help out instead, nice guy that he is, but the idea was vetoed on the grounds that brownies green with seasonings could no longer be called "brownies." Still, an extra hand would have been great to have with some of these tasks. For example, Ice's original recipe called for one cup of chopped walnutts for each batch, which meant I would need to shell enough walnuts to make thirty cups.
Wait a moment... I urgently scanned the ingredients list over again.
"One cup of walnutts?!" My eye twitched. Maybe it was a single typo. It had to be a single typo... After all, people make mistakes like that a lot, especially some of the rookie holy knights and clerics who are new to filling out their paperwork and are unfamiliar with the terminology involved with the Church. Fixing all those mistakes cost me so much valuable time and ink! Too much waste! Too much inefficiency! I tried to calmly read the recipe again, searching for a reassuring correctly spelled "walnut. Walnutt. Walnutts. Walnutts. Walnutt.
How can it be misspelled every single time?! I quickly grabbed my pen and bottle of ink, useful things I can never go without. I carefully crossed out each "walnutt" and "walnutts" with a single straight line and neatly wrote their correct spellings above them. I felt a bit of satisfaction knowing I would leave this recipe behind as a more perfect version, free from "walnutts."
Looking at the recipe like this, I noted it was considerably shorter than the recipe for the caramel brownies Ice usually makes for after-dinner dessert at the Church mess hall, since it also included the steps to make the caramel as well. Before leaving, Ice seemed to have considerately bookmarked the simplest brownie recipe to whoever was unfortunate enough to attempt the task without an experienced baker (i.e. him) on hand.
Scanning though the complicated recipe for the caramel, I felt very fortunate that most of the sweets served to those bourgeois snobs would be from bakeries around the city, so the results of my confections would be hidden among the masses. Oh. Ice accidentally wrote "vannila extract" here. I'll go fix that. I edited the error in a similar way as before.
Doesn't my recipe need vanilla extract too? I wonder where he keeps it... I walked over to the cupboard where I had seen many small bottles and canisters earlier. Hm. Cilantro. Nutmeg. Mace. Cinnamon. Poppy seeds. Cloves. Coryander. I quickly edited the label. Ginger. Lemon zest. Lavandar. I fixed that label too. Peppermint. Found it! Vannila. It was all the way at the front of the cupboard too. I must have overlooked it. But dear God of Light, it Ice can't spell at all. If he corrected more documents, his spelling wouldn't be in such a state! Although, fixing his mistakes on top of the newbies' errors would just add to my workload...
Holding the vanilla extract carefully, I walked back to my baking station and placed it next to the mixing bowl. Then with my inked pen in hand, I skimmed through both brownie recipes and amended all the "vannila's." I really wonder how Ice managed to misspell so many ingredients he'd normally come across, but can somehow remember how the letters in "ganache" are arranged.
I decided to comb my brownie recipe carefully for any further typos, because I really couldn't leave this job half complete. There aren't any misspelled words or grammatical errors left, but despite doing my best to cross everything out tidily, it still looks rather messy. The recipe truly wasn't very long at all, so if I rewrote it to make it cleaner, I should still have enough time to finish everything!
And this was how I ended up being caught smashing walnuts with my boots when Ice returned and opened the door to his room. After rewriting Ice's entire cookbook of notes, there really hadn't been enough time to finish shelling the rest of the walnuts by hand. Upon seeing his walnuts all over the floor, Ice's face somehow grew even stiffer and colder, sending chills up my spine. Unfortunately, my superior evasion and ability to flee battles was useless if Ice was standing in the only exit.