Story Time! Shiora — Mitra’s First Time in the Kitchen

Mitra stood in the throne room, eyes sparkling with anticipation, waiting for Nujah to deliver her an important mission. But just then, Nujah rushed in and grabbed her arm.

Nujah:

"We better hurry. Mother said she's hiding it in the kitchen. If the enemy's already inside, we have to catch it before it's too late!"

The moment Mitra heard the word enemy, she narrowed her eyes and bolted off like a blur.

By the time Nujah caught up — panting, nearly collapsing — Mitra was already inside the kitchen, scanning with sharp eyes.

Mitra:

"Where's the enemy?"

Nujah caught his breath and smiled slyly.

Nujah:

"Close your eyes."

Mitra, confused but obedient, did so without question.

He slipped something over her head.

Mitra (opening her eyes):

"What is this?"

Nujah:

"An apron, Princess. Today, you're cooking with me."

Mitra froze. Despite how excited she was inside, she instantly took a step back.

Mitra:

"The kitchen is terrifying. And extremely difficult. I refuse—!"

Before she could escape, Nujah grinned, and his shadow magic reached out, grabbing her gently but firmly. With one smooth motion, he dragged her into the kitchen and locked the door behind them.

No matter how loud she screamed, there was no escape.

Five minutes later, Mitra stood frozen, sulking. Nujah, cracking an egg into a bowl, looked at her.

Nujah:

"Relax. I'm not trying to kill you. Why are you acting like I dragged you to an execution?"

Mitra (still pushing against the door):

"This is imprisonment! This—this should be punishable!"

Nujah (cracking another egg):

"We can talk to the priest later. Maybe he can write a prayer for the trauma you're getting from this kitchen."

Mitra (glancing down at her apron, narrowing her eyes):

"There are cats on this. No one will take me seriously again."

Nujah:

"Our mission is to make unserious food. So, you're perfect."

Later, Mitra picked up a spice jar and opened it cautiously.

Mitra:

"This powder… it's weird. It's glowing."

Nujah (alarmed):

"Uh… that might be one of Muzan's experimental seal powders."

Mitra (pauses):

"…I already added it to the soup."

Oven (mechanical voice):

"Critical energy reaction detected."

Nujah:

"MITRAAAA, RUN—!!"

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