
They Say the Bread of a Small-Fry Villainess Will Save the World
ํผ๋ผ๋ฏธ ์ ์ญ์ ๋นต์ด ์ธ์์ ๊ตฌํ๋ค๋๋ฐ์
I was reincarnated into a ruined romance fantasy novel.
Here, Iโm not even the villainess. Iโm just a pathetic nobody.
Iโm the stepsister who torments the heroine, and they say Iโm a really nasty piece of work who even hits the protagonist.
If things go on like this, Iโll have everything taken from me and starve to death on the streets.
They could have just killed me in one go, why are they starving me to death?
Itโs too much.
Before I die, Iโll somehow quietly, on my own, try to live well.
I used my skills from my past life and quietly opened a bakery.
As expected, a full-bellied and safe pig is the best.
But then.
โIsnโt this practically my shop? My share is 80 percent.โ
A scones-obsessed merchant guild leader who demanded a 40 percent interest.
โHand over the bread.โ
An overly sensitive and prickly egg tart-obsessed mage tower master.
โThe usual, please, Ellie.โ
A baguette-obsessed knight commander with a dark soul despite his angelic appearance.
โWhere were you, Ellie? Iโve been looking for you.โ
Even the heroine, who ran away from home to find me. Why are you all gathered hereโฆ?
This isnโt a cafe, you troublesome customers.
โIs there a shop that kicks out customers?โ
โWe donโt welcome rude customers (prayer).โ
โGive me more bread.โ
Excuse me, are you guys obsessed with me, or with the bread?