피라미 악역의 빵이 세상을 구한다는데요

I was reincarnated into a ruined romance fantasy novel.

Here, I’m not even the villainess. I’m just a pathetic nobody.

I’m the stepsister who torments the heroine, and they say I’m a really nasty piece of work who even hits the protagonist.

If things go on like this, I’ll 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?

It’s too much.

Before I die, I’ll 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.

“Isn’t this practically my shop? My share is 80 percent.”

A scones-obsessed merchant guild leader who demanded a 40 percent interest.

“Hand over the bread.”

An overly sensitive and prickly egg tart-obsessed mage tower master.

“The usual, please, Ellie.”

A baguette-obsessed knight commander with a dark soul despite his angelic appearance.

“Where were you, Ellie? I’ve been looking for you.”

Even the heroine, who ran away from home to find me. Why are you all gathered here…?

This isn’t a cafe, you troublesome customers.

“Is there a shop that kicks out customers?”

“We don’t welcome rude customers (prayer).”

“Give me more bread.”

Excuse me, are you guys obsessed with me, or with the bread?

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