The night air of the banquet still seemed to linger somewhere. After Elena had served thirty-two puddings, Karl's stern expression had finally shifted to "not bad," and the Count had excused himself with roughly four coughs—the afterimage of that single night was slowly dissolving in the corner of Elena's mind. The kitchen of Tsukikage-tei waited quietly as always, with its stone walls, wooden shelves, and magic circle floor. The next morning, before opening. Elena had lined up six notebooks on the kitchen counter. These were the handover records from when Lilia had been managing Tsukikage-tei alone. The covers were written in meticulous handwriting: "Soup Temperature・Detailed Version," "Pudding Management・Important Notes Summary," "Customer Notes (Super Spicy)," "Customer Notes (Dessert)," "Emergency Response Log," and "Everything Else." Six notebooks. "...Lilia, your handwriting is neat," Elena murmured to herself as she opened the first one. The soup temperature management inst