#459 The Wedding Cake

I’m feeling pretty good right now.

Well, I guess anyone would be on their wedding day.

My heart is as vast as the Pacific Ocean today that I’ll even overlook a little slip-up here and there.

“...In my world, we have this concept called Yaoyorozu no Kami,” I say to the gods who caused some trouble earlier. “It’s the idea that there are many gods in this world, and we should respect them all the same. I also follow this mindset, so I do not favor any deity in particular.”

Therefore, you don’t have to try hard to be the object of my faith because everyone is god to me.

“Hence, I also don’t discriminate in my offerings.”

“Is that so?!” “Marvelous!”

I hope they learn their lesson and stop causing a commotion among other gods for good after this.

Now that we’ve said our vows before a dragon, the ceremony will move on to the next phase—the reception!

A big party with revelry to celebrate our marriage feels more like the main event, with everyone smacking their lips at the farm’s cuisine.

Veil brought her a ramen cart, Bacchus served oden, and Horkosfon shared her natto with the attendees.

This farm has arrived at a point where it offers something without me having to lift a finger.

“Okay... I can’t let myself get outdone.”

Of course, I can’t just stay put.

This is my event with Platy. We’re the ones who should liven up this place the most!

“That’s why I prepared something myself.”

It’s the one thing that’s always found at weddings.

I’ve already prepared some of the other essentials—the rings, the wedding dresses...

But no way it ends here.

The next one on the list is... the wedding cake, and an extra-large one at that!

It is said that cutting the first slice together marks your first completed task as a couple.

I made sure to prepare a cake since it’s the reception’s highlight!

“You look pumped up somehow, Dear.”

Platy sensed my intentions and glanced at me.

“You said it. You can tell, huh?”

I have actually kept the wedding cake a secret from her as well.

The day before the ceremony, I spent the entire day in the kitchen baking the cake by myself.

It was challenging baking a cake with twelve layers and a total height that exceeded my own.

The sweet smell wafted all over the place, so everyone might’ve already noticed.

But now, the time has come for all that hard work to pay off!

The wedding party is in full swing, so it’s the perfect time to serve the wedding cake.

“I’d like to make an announcement, everyone!”

My formal tone draws the attention of the people in the venue.

They know something important is about to happen.

“On this auspicious occasion, I have prepared something indispensable to weddings where I come from.”

Have a look.

“Behold, the wedding cake!”

A giant cake is being carried on a stand.

This work of art is becoming more and more magnificent as it is carried out into the open with its towering height of twelve layers.

It has got to be the most ambitious food I’ve made.

“Woaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

“Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!”

“Oh my goodness...!”

Strange noises are heard from the crowd, mostly the women.

“Is that... Is that a cake?!”

“I didn’t know such a big cake existed in this world!”

“I’ve never seen anything like it! Lord Saint did it again!”

...Right. Girls love sweet stuff.

The first time I baked a cake, they came flocking to it like crazy.

No wonder they’re going bananas seeing a cake this big.

I was hoping for a reaction to the wedding cake’s uniqueness, but its size completely entranced the women more than anything.

“This is so cool, Master! Is all of it edible?!”

Even Veil left her cart and rushed over to us.

The way she asked me sounded like she could eat the whole cake all by herself.

“You made this for the wedding? So, that means... you can make a cake this big for a wedding? Nice! In that case, let’s have a wedding every day from now on, Master!”

Weddings aren’t like that.

“Where I come from, it is customary for the bride and groom to cut a huge cake together at the wedding. It’s their first couple task. Now, Platy! Let’s cut the cake together!”

“drool ...Huh?!”

Platy’s appetite for the cake had reached beyond a critical point.

“Lord Saint! Let’s eat the cake already!”

“Cake! Cake!”

“Cut it into pieces!”

“I can’t take it anymore! I want to sink my teeth straight into it!!!”

The cake’s awfully sweet smell is robbing the ladies of their sanity.

Let’s get this cake ceremony over with before things get chaotic.

“Yes, Dear! We have to cut the cake so everyone can eat it! ...But if I eat a cake this big, almost as if embracing it, I...!”

Oh no, Platy’s going nuts.

We must cut the cake quickly and bring the women back to their senses.

“We’re cutting it now!”

Using my trusty holy sword Dreischwartz, of course.

This sword and I go a long way back, so this commemorative occasion is the perfect use for it.

Platy and I firmly grip the sword and put it in the cake, its blade going into the fondant and sponge smoothly.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

For some reason, the women are shouting just by seeing us cut it.

But the holy sword’s sharpness doesn’t stop here—it moves in and out of the giant cake with blinding speed, cutting pieces perfect for one serving.

The sliced pieces are more than enough for everyone.

Well, this is a cake I made with all my might.

It’s not an imitation, as is sometimes the case with wedding cakes, but a 100% edible one.

“Here you go, guys! Enjoy!”

“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

Maidens who no longer speak human language rush to the cake, regardless of age.

“There’s more where that came from, so don’t rush and eat one plate per person, okay?”

Their reaction isn’t quite what I had anticipated, but they’re happy, so everything’s good.

Not only the girls but also the men and the gods taste the cake, filling the venue with a sweet aroma.

“It’s even on the holy sword...”

I guess this smell won’t come off for a few days.

A holy sword that emits a sugary-sweet smell sounds valid...

Okay, maybe not.

Meanwhile, Platy is busy stuffing herself with the cake.

She had already finished the first plate and was reaching for the next one.

“Platy, you shouldn’t overeat...”

“It’s okay! ...I mean, Junior can’t eat cakes yet, right? I’m going to eat a lot and sweeten my milk so he can taste the cake too!”

What an unorthodox feeding method.

If you consume so much sugar that it changes your milk taste, I think it will cause other problems, so I advise you against doing it.

Anyway, everyone is having a blast at the reception thanks to the wedding cake.

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"It is usually said that there are "yaoyorozu-no-kami" (八百万の神, eight-million Kami). In Japanese the number "eight-million" is normally used to mean infinity." -Wikipedia

*i replaced lake biwa with the pacific ocean so its easier for the english-speaking community to understand (i personally knew nothing about the former until google told me its the largest freshwater lake in japan).