| “ | Today is a day that positively cannot be let go to waste! | ” |
Bio[]
Mousse was once the most famous Food Soul in his country, outstanding in brains, brawn, and looks. (He has held the title of champion for 10 consecutive years in a Food Soul arena competition) But because he was inculcated by his Attendant with an obsession to "become the most perfect Food Soul in order to be worthy of his Attendant's efforts to cultivate him", he never was truly free to make his own life choices. His life continued like this until an unimaginable murder attempt befell him, and he was gravely injured (due of him being accused for the murder of an important political figure). Thankfully, a few of Mousse's good friends that he treated sincerely in his normal life were there to save him and bring him back to life. From then on, excessive spirit power loss (from his supposed death sentence) caused irreversible harm, and his appearance changed into that of an 8-year-old boy. His memories of his life before was hazy, although afterward under the care of his friends, he gradually recovered scraps of it. Mousse is currently the leader of the Fantasy Opera Troupe.
Food Introduction[]
Mousse is a dairy dessert made from eggs and milk cream, mainly combined with either chocolate or fruit. It has a fluffy texture and a mellow taste.
The earliest mousse was made in the 18th century, in a restaurant for Paris aristocrats. At the time, dessert was a must-have final course at any noble feast. But out of consideration for elderly princes and ministers and their digestion after eating a full meal, and also for the princesses to keep their figures, the dessert chef (Anthony Clem) created this chilled, refreshing dessert which leaves a small burden on the stomach.
Other Info[]
How to Acquire[]
Associated Events
- Sakura Encyclopedia
- Encore Party XI
Initial Stats[]
 Soul Power
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831 |
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 Attack
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18 |
 Defense
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10 |
 HP
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339 |
 Crit Rate
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251 |
 Crit Dmg
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727 |
 Atk Spd
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522 |
Skills[]
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Mousse summons his own opera draft, raising the attack speed of all allies by 5% (25%), lasting 3 seconds. | |
| Sky of Stars | Energy Skill | |
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A brilliant chronometer floats out under Mousse, restoring 221 (2873) HP for all allies. | |
| Work Out | Auto | |
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The Food Soul's Freshness is increased by 10 (400) points. (+10 per level, up to a maximum of 400 points) | |
| All the Rage II | 1 Star | |
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Increases the Restaurant's customer flow by 12 (246)/hour. (+6 per level, up to a maximum of 246/hour) |   
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| Top Service | 3 Stars | |
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Customers have a 10% chance to pay an additional 10 (88) Gold when paying their bill. (+2 gold per level, up to a maximum of 88 Gold) |
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| Golden Tongue II | 5 Stars | |
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After customers eat at the Restaurant, receive and additional reward of 12 (74) Gold. (+2 gold per level, up to a maximum of 74 Gold) |
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blue = lvl 1 red = max lvl
Voice Lines[]
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| Contract | Oh man! Are you here to see the Fantasy Opera Troupe perform? My name's Mousse, I'm the troupe director! Uh... someone's after me. We'll talk later! I'm going to play now! | ||
| Log In | Attendant, take me out to play hide-and-seek, okay?! | ||
| Ice Arena | Sorry to bother you with taking care of me again. I'll try to get better real soon next time! | ||
| Skills | Immerse yourself in the scene! | ||
| Ascend | Fantasy, sometimes truly can become reality... | ||
| Fatigue | Not this again... Sorry, but I think I really need a rest. | ||
| Recovering | Today, isn't the final day, is it? | ||
| Team Formation | Don't underestimate me! I'm a dragon-slaying warrior! | ||
| Knockout | How will the final act go on my unfinished script...? | ||
| Notice | Food's ready! Made by the troupe leader himself! Go have a taste! | ||
| Idle 1 | I've already arranged it with everyone. Next time Attendant comes, no matter if I'm here or not, everyone will give him the finest performance ever. | ||
| Idle 2 | Ahem! Fear not, Mousse. You're the troupe leader, after all. Of course you can have some extra cake! ...Yeah... yeah... that's right... Blue Cheese and the others[1] surely won't yell at me... | ||
| Idle 3 | Ugh, I ate too much cake, and now I've got a toothache. Although, if someone blows on it for me, I'm sure it'll feel better, right? | ||
| Interaction 1 | No! I don't wanna rest! I'm not done playing yet! | ||
| Interaction 2 | I-I-I'm not Mousse. Mousse is asleep. Mousse would never ever stay up reading in bed! | ||
| Interaction 3 | How boring! Attendant, I've really gotten plenty of rest. Can you tell me a story now, huh? | ||
| Pledge | Just to be a child by your side makes me truly happy. Master Attendant, I actually secretly wrote you into my opera. I wrote our relationship into the most fantastic of scores. This is the most solemn treasure I can make for you. | ||
| Intimacy 1 | Wow! You actually found me! Well, now it's my turn! Go hide! | ||
| Intimacy 2 | Mousse isn't a bit tired. Unless... you lay down with me, Master Attendant! | ||
| Intimacy 3 | Which performance do you like? As troupe leader, I'll get you front row seats! | ||
| Victory | I won... I'm not crying! I just wanna go play... | ||
| Defeat | I dragged everybody down. Sorry... | ||
| Feeding | Wow -- Looks delicious -- You really know me well! Oh, right... you didn't let Blue Cheese find out, right...? | ||
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Notes
- ↑ Idle 2: The other members of the Fantasy Opera Troupe are Chiffon Cake, Paella, Opera Cake, and Nougat.
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Contents of this page has been fan-translated by BasilCosmo and may not be completely accurate. Official translations will be added whenever it's available. |
I. The Escape of the Regimental Commander
"Captain, wake up and eat... Huh? Where did he go…? No way—Aaaaaah! Blue Cheese! Paella! This is bad, this is bad, this is bad—the Captain ran away again!!"
Chiffon Cake shouted as he dashed out.
Stupid kidnappers!
I clamped a hand over my mouth, barely holding back my laughter. The moment he was gone, I slipped out of the cupboard. The bedsheets I had twisted into a rope were already tied securely to the window frame. I grabbed my packed bag and—huh?
The breakfast Chiffon Cake brought just now… It was my favorite chocolate milk biscuits!
Damn it… They always try to use this trick to stop me from escaping!
Fuming, I stuffed two biscuits into my mouth, then packed the rest into my pocket before rushing back to the window.
Good, the coast is clear!
"Geronimo—!" Mumbling through a mouthful of biscuit, I clung to the sheets and slid down in one swift motion.
My name is Mousse. I am a smart, brave, and dashing royal knight who is currently experiencing a bizarre kidnapping situation. Current progress of said situation: "Attempting yet another escape." There are three kidnappers: Blue Cheese, Chiffon Cake, and Paella. Blue Cheese is their leader. His specialty is brainwashing his captives with misleading performances, confusing them into believing they were part of his group all along.
"You are Mousse, the leader of our Phantom Opera Troupe. We're all your members!"
"...Fantasy Opera Troupe? What's that?"
"Captain… You… You don’t remember? How could this be…? All the memories we shared together… Have you really forgotten them all?"
"Eh… W-wait, don’t cry! I-I’ll try to remember…!"
"It’s okay, you don’t have to. I can tell you all about your past."
...Seriously? Those fake tears disappeared way too fast!
Chiffon Cake is Blue Cheese’s idiot underling. He thinks that if he just keeps talking to me, I’ll believe them. But his stories are full of holes.
"Captain, Captain! You’re really our Captain!"
"Really?"
"Of course! You have to believe us!"
"But I don’t remember anything…"
"That’s because you got injured by a Fallen Angel a while ago… Look, you even have a scar on your neck, right?"
"Oh… So that Bulimia was really strong, huh?"
"Yeah, yeah! We barely managed to rescue you!"
"…Is that so…? But Paella told me I got bitten by a Queen Conch."
"Uh?? T-that… Oh! Yeah, it was both! Bulimia and the Queen Conch, together!"
"Oh… So there were two Fallen Angels?"
"Yeah, yeah, exactly!"
"Oh… But Blue Cheese told me that there were seven or eight of them attacking me…"
"…Huh??? W-wait a second… Blue Cheese!! Why is the script you gave me full of mistakes?!"
Seriously, what an idiot. Took only a few questions for him to slip up.
The scariest one is Paella. She doesn’t even bother hiding the fact that she’s a kidnapper!
"Captain, last time I warned you—if you try to escape again, I’ll have to… punish you."
"Y-you—what are you planning? D-don’t come any closer!"
"…Pfft, so squishy… You really do look adorable as a kid… Come on, call me ‘Big Sis,’ and I’ll let you off this time." "???"
Damn it! She’s threatening me while pinching my cheeks! This is too much!
Unforgivable! Absolutely unforgivable! As a proud royal knight, how could I allow myself to be trapped in a place like this?!
I must escape! This time, I will definitely succeed!
Determined, I sprinted out with my bag—though I had no idea where I was supposed to go. I barely remember anything. All I know is that I was a royal knight, always protecting my princess… until one month ago.
When I woke up, I found myself in this place called the "Fantasy Opera Troupe." My body had turned into that of a child, and I was constantly watched over by these three weird Food Souls. They claimed I was their Captain—a playwright. They told me that all my memories were just stories from a script, and that my injury had caused me to confuse reality with fiction.
Like I’d ever believe that nonsense!
That’s why I have to escape. I have to find out what really happened. Why am I trapped in this place by these bizarre kidnappers?
I need to uncover the truth…
I must… I must…
Wait… this weakness again… My neck… the wound… I… I think… I’m remembering something…
II. The Princess’ Punishment
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
…What is that sound?
My eyelids feel like they’re weighed down with lead. With great effort, I pry them open, only to be met with a blur of dazzling colors… a kaleidoscope of light… Where is this place?
I have no strength… I can’t move.
My thoughts are a tangled mess. Am I dreaming…?
“Mousse… why are you awake again…? Like this… you’ll make me feel so heartbroken…”
A pair of cold hands suddenly press against my face. She is too close. So close that I can’t even make out her features. Her scent overwhelms my senses—an intoxicating fragrance, entwined with the fresh aroma of grass… No, more precisely, it’s the scent of the medicinal herbs she bathes in daily… And that’s when I remember who she is.
My… princess.
“Ah… you recognize me.”
I don’t speak, but she understands from the flicker in my gaze that I have regained consciousness. She takes a step back, allowing air to pass between us. Finally, I can see her clearly. She is the same as ever—frail, delicate… draped in a lavish gown that looks as though it might crush her under its weight at any moment.
“I look beautiful today, don’t I?”
She laughs, lifting her skirt as she twirls unsteadily in place before stepping forward again to cradle my face.
“Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid… The ball is about to begin. Once it does, the magic circle will activate, and we’ll be able to return to the past… back to three days ago… back to when nothing had happened… Don’t be afraid… We’ll be just fine… So…”
Her eyes grow unfocused, and in her pupils, I see my own reflection—I am suspended in midair, my hands bound above my head… And behind me, that is…
“…So… just go back to sleep, alright? Don’t wake up again until the clock strikes twelve.”
—I see it now.
A massive clock.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
The ticking of the second hand continues to echo around me. The princess lifts the hem of her gown and wobbles away to some unknown destination, leaving only the sound of my breathing within the vast clock chamber. The stained glass before me stirs a memory. This is the grand opera house within the palace. Above its stage hangs a giant clock—I remember that its outermost layer is made of stained glass. And I am suspended right at the twelve o’clock position on its face. If no one below tilts their head up and looks carefully, they will never notice the figure hanging from the Roman numeral XII.
This position stirs another piece of my memory. I remember now—I was tricked by the princess. That night, it had only been three days since her beloved had died. At midnight, without warning, she suddenly pushed open the door to my room…
“…Mousse… come…”
She hid behind the half-open door, her expression haggard as she beckoned me closer.
“Your Highness, are you alright?”
I stepped forward without hesitation to support her. She was my savior, my benefactor—the one who had raised me. More than anyone, I wanted her to be well. But three days ago, the princess’s fiancé, the elegant Duke Paulhan, was murdered in his home by an unknown assailant. Both the princess and I were devastated. To her, he was her future husband. To me, he was my only true friend—the attendant of Chiffon Cake.
Chiffon Cake must have been even more heartbroken… But after the incident, the princess forbade me from leaving the castle. She said she needed my company. I had wanted to write a letter to Chiffon Cake to tell him that, in time, the truth would come to light. That we would find the culprit. I had also planned to send a letter to Paella, asking her to postpone her journey to Midgar and to stay by Chiffon Cake’s side as a friend during this most difficult time…
But with the death of a future prince, there were countless matters to handle. I had no time. I kept putting it off… until tonight. Tonight, just as I was about to write the letters, the princess called for me again.
Holding a lantern, she led me into the palace opera house, up the side-stage stairs, to the back platform of the clock tower. White candles of varying heights illuminated the entire platform. Inside and out, the stained glass refracted the candlelight into surreal, shifting colors. The ticking of the second hand echoed through the space, light and ethereal.
I knew this place well, because the princess often came here. Her legs were weak, preventing her from dancing in the ballroom. So, whenever a ball took place, she would stay here alone, swaying to the orchestra below, dancing freely in a place where no one could see her. But tonight… the place was arranged like some kind of altar for prayer.
Why had she brought me here?
Before I could ask, she slowly turned around. Holding up her lantern, she studied me as if she had never seen me before.
“Mousse… Three days ago, what you said… Did you mean it?”
She suddenly spoke, catching me off guard.
Three days ago?
Oh, right. That was the day the future prince was killed. The day I had my first argument with the princess.
But… what had we argued about?
—Suddenly, fragmented memories, sharp with pain, flood my mind.
Crash!
A vase shattered against the floor.
“Did I not tell you to stop seeing that Paella? And yet you still went behind my back to meet with her…! Chiffon Cake disregards noble decorum and mingles with that crude commoner of unknown origins—that is his attendant’s failure in teaching him properly…! Did I not tell you never to follow his bad example?!”
Her lips trembled, tinged with a faint shade of purple.
“Your Highness, we only wanted to convince Paella to stay in Midgar. She is an excellent Food Soul, not as you say.”
“Heh… My Mousse… Don’t you feel it? …You have changed… When have you ever dared to defy my orders…? She has been corrupting you, luring you into becoming as lowly as she is! …You were once so perfect… Are you truly willing to fall like this?”
“Your Highness, I… do not agree with your views.”
“…What?”
“I do not believe that a version of myself without opinions is ‘perfect.’ I also do not believe that a person’s worth can be determined by whether they are a noble or a commoner.”
I knelt on one knee, looking up at her.
“Like you, I should have the right to choose my own life and friends.”
“I am loyal to you, but I am not your puppet, Your Highness.”
Yes. I remember now.
It was the first time I had ever argued with her. The first time I had voiced my own thoughts. She had waited for me all night, only for me to return the next morning. She was livid. Her lips had been turning purple, but I had been so focused on speaking my mind that I ignored her pallor… until she turned deathly pale and, through her tears, told me that Duke Paulhan had been murdered the night before—she had sought me out in her moment of despair, and I wasn’t there for her.
What was I thinking, disobeying her like that?
“Mousse, answer me. Do you truly refuse to listen to me anymore?”
Her voice pulls me back to reality. She stares at me with sunken eyes, holding up her lantern. I try to say that I will still obey her, as I always have… but for some reason, the words refuse to leave my lips.
Why? Why?
What is stopping me from obeying her?
Suddenly—pain.
A sharp, searing pain in my neck. I look up in shock. The lantern’s glow illuminates the curve of her lips, twisted into a soft smile… but her dark eyes remain unreadable.
“I have so little left… Why do you all insist on betraying me…?”
“No matter. I don’t care about the reasons… I will forgive you… as long as… we can start over.”
III. The Blue-veined Fantasy Music
"Hey, Mousse, have you ever thought about changing your current life? Trying… a freer way of living?"
Blue Cheese sat lazily on the carpet, stretching with a big yawn before winking at me. I sat up straight, maintaining a formal posture.
"Mr. Blue, I don’t understand what you mean."
"No need to be so tense," Blue Cheese waved a hand dismissively. "I just feel like you’re a lot like my Attendant—deep down, I mean… But it seems like you’ve bound yourself too tightly. That must be exhausting."
He shook his head with a smile. "Sorry, I probably shouldn’t be saying all this. After all, we’ve only just met tonight."
"No, please don’t apologize… Tonight, I’ve truly enjoyed spending time with you. It’s been so long… since I felt this happy."
I clenched my fists and spoke earnestly. Something about my words or actions must have amused him, because Blue Cheese froze for a moment—then suddenly burst into laughter, rolling back and forth on the floor, clutching his stomach.
"Watch out for your violin!"
Quickly reacting, I lunged to save his violin from being kicked over—only to end up falling over myself in an embarrassingly clumsy heap.
"……"
After sitting still for so long, my legs had gone numb.
"Pfft… Hahaha…!"
Blue Cheese couldn't hold back his laughter. I was embarrassed for a second, but then… I found myself laughing along with him, letting go of my usual restraint. Yes, we had only just met tonight… but it had been so long since I felt this free. That night was the first time I ever stayed out until morning—and now, I finally remember it.
That evening, I had originally planned to bid farewell to Paella. We had met during the recently concluded Midgar's Culinary Tournament. I had competed in many tournaments before, but never had I faced such an evenly matched opponent. I admired both her skill and her character. Unfortunately, however, Her Highness forbade me from associating with someone of unknown origins.
As soon as the tournament ended, she ordered me to cut ties with Paella immediately. And Paella, for her own reasons, chose to leave. Though I felt regret, I never voiced it aloud. But my only friend—Chiffon Cake, a fellow noble—noticed my hesitation. He dragged me along to find Paella, insisting that we should try to persuade her to stay.
That night, Paella shared with us the reason she had to leave—her greatest secret. It was a half-finished dance, left behind by her Attendant. She said it was the most beautiful dance in the world. Though she didn’t fully understand it yet, she believed it contained something more precious than anything else. Paella performed that half-finished dance for us.
The moment she began, I found myself holding my breath—I saw myself. A version of me struggling to dance while weighed down by shackles. Tears fell uncontrollably. I fled.
I don’t remember what happened after that. By the time I came to my senses, rain was pouring from the sky. I stood in an unfamiliar field, completely lost, my face wet with a mix of rain and tears. The only sounds I could hear were the wind… and the notes of a violin. Without thinking, I followed the music.
Before long, I emerged from the trees and arrived at a small garden. There stood a villa. And on the second-floor balcony, facing the storm, was a young man playing a violin—performing a melody I had never heard before. Later, I would learn his name—Blue Cheese.
His music told a story, resonating with my still-unsteady heartbeat. Through his violin, I heard of rivers and mountains he had traveled… of secret places yet undiscovered… of moments lost in time, only to be rediscovered in the end by a heart that had remained simple and pure. His music contained something I had felt in Paella’s dance—freedom.
When the song ended, I stood frozen in place. It wasn’t until the rain intensified, forming a curtain between us, that I snapped out of my trance—only to find Blue Cheese watching me curiously. I knew I must have looked utterly disheveled. Ever since coming under Her Highness’s service, I had never been in such an unkempt state. And yet, somehow, I found the courage to try and salvage my dignity.
I waved up at the balcony and called out with all my might—
"Hello! I’m Mousse! Sorry, I seem to be lost—could you tell me where I am?"
Fifteen minutes later.
"Drink this, and you won’t catch a cold."
Blue Cheese’s voice was lighthearted as he draped a white towel over my head and pressed a warm bowl of chocolate milk into my hands. I didn’t dare move. Sitting there in the clean clothes he had lent me, drying my hair on his sofa, drinking hot milk and risking a foam mustache—all of it felt terribly improper.
"Thank you. I’m terribly sorry for intruding."
"It’s fine. Honestly, I just moved into this house today. I never expected… that even in such a remote area, I’d run into someone who got lost in the rain."
Since he had asked, I took the opportunity to set down my drink and discreetly breathe a sigh of relief.
"I lost my way and followed the sound of your violin. Mr. Blue, your playing is wonderful. May I ask what that piece was called?"
"Hmm? It doesn’t have a name. I was just playing whatever came to me."
"Improvising?"
"That’s right. If you liked it, why don’t you name it?"
"Me?"
"Mhm."
"Then… how about ‘Fantasy Melody’?"
"Fantasy Melody… why that name?"
"While listening to your music, I saw so many different images—mysterious landscapes… ancient legends… strange adventures… Your music felt like a dreamlike journey, taking me through a world of stories."
Blue Cheese widened his eyes slightly, then chuckled.
"Ah~ I can’t believe it. I traveled so far, searching for someone who would understand my music… and on the very first day I returned, I found one. Perfect! I wrote so many pieces on the road, but I never named them—you can do it for me!"
"If you’ll allow it, it would be an honor."
"Great, it’s decided! I’ll go get my sheet music!"
Blue Cheese jumped up excitedly—but I stopped him.
"Wait a moment, sir. Could I come back another day?"
He looked at me in confusion.
"My Attendant doesn’t allow me to stay out overnight… Once the rain lightens, I have to return."
"What? In weather like this? That’s ridiculous."
"I…"
"It’s fine! Just tell me where you live, and I’ll go with you tomorrow to apologize in person. Besides, don’t you want to hear more of my music? You want to stay, don’t you?"
His hopeful gaze made my heart waver. Inside me, two voices clashed. One of them won. I felt the weight of shackles slip from my neck, and for the first time, I breathed freely.
"…Yes."
I gathered my courage—and kicked the other voice away.
IV. The King's Sacrifice
Crunch.
The gears meshed, the clock hands aligned, and the chime rang out—midnight. A sharp pain shot through my neck, shattering the courageous past I had clung to. The tip of the clock’s gear had sliced perfectly through my body, piercing my throat.
Pain.
So much pain.
My blood must have dripped onto the stage—why else would the theater erupt in screams? Oh, no. It wasn’t the torture that had been noticed. It was the midnight ball officially beginning, and the guests had arrived, cheering in celebration. And my life was slipping away, drop by drop, through the wound in my throat. Through the agony, I remembered the final chapter of a distant truth. In reality, Her Highness was never my true Master Attendant. Who my real Master Attendant was—I could never recover that memory.
From the moment I could remember, I had been nothing more than an experimental subject, a tool sent by the King to aid in the research of immortality. And the one conducting this research was none other than his own sister—my so-called princess. Her Highness was born with a disfigured face. As a child, she fell ill and was left with a permanent limp, never willing to show herself in public. Her illness made her withdrawn and gloomy, and she buried herself in studying strange sorcery, isolating herself from the world.
I never knew whether the King truly believed that Food Souls could unlock the secret to immortality, or if he merely gave his sister a purpose, a reason to feel like her life had value. But she took the research seriously. She was obsessed, working tirelessly day and night. At times, she became so engrossed that she forgot about me, the very sacrifice meant for her experiments. Later, she made me her assistant, and I, exposed to her knowledge, learned a great deal.
I lost track of time, the days blending together in an endless cycle. The laboratory contained only the two of us—until the opera house in the palace was crowned with a colossal glass clock. That clock had been part of Her Highness’s design from the very beginning—a sacrificial altar meant for the immortality ritual. Then, one day, the King came to check on the progress of the research. But instead of presenting results, Her Highness knelt silently before him and declared she would go no further. Because of me.
The King flew into a rage, calling her a disgrace. He pointed at me in fury, shouting that I was nothing more than a lowly Food Soul! I was furious, but the chains bound me too tightly. She, however, said nothing. She remained kneeling, silent, her back turned to me. I saw how her ceremonial robes weighed her down, how they seemed to crush her beneath their grandeur. And in that moment, I made a vow to myself.
If I survived, I would become her spine and her dignity.
I would never let her kneel in humiliation again.
The King stormed away in fury. She slowly stood up and walked toward me. She unshackled my limbs.
“From now on, your life belongs to me.”
“If you wish to survive in the palace, you must do everything I order without question. Can you do that?”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
At the time, I didn’t understand the weight of those words. I simply bowed my head, grateful to be alive. But time itself is the greatest magic of all. I don’t know how long I lived like a flawless doll, suppressing my true self in gratitude for the mercy she had shown me. Yet, in the warmth of Chiffon Cake’s friendship, in the dance of Paella, in the melody of Blue Cheese’s music—my soul, once buried, was slowly rekindled. And now, I was once again sent to this long-overdue altar.
But this time, as I looked toward the figure dancing alone in the center of the magic circle, I no longer felt guilty. Because I finally understood—I was not born to be someone’s pet, nor to be sacrificed for another’s fate. I sympathized with her suffering, but I was never meant to be the price she paid.
I was a Food Soul. Like humans, I was a living being in this world. And all living beings deserve freedom. But I had realized it too late. My consciousness was fading, the pain from my wounds barely registering anymore. I didn’t know where Food Souls went after death.
But if I could be reborn—if I could return to this world again—then this time… I would live as my true self.
V. Mousse
Once upon a time, in Gloriville, there was a princess who rarely showed herself to the public due to her congenital shortcomings. But she had the most outstanding Food Soul—Mousse. Mousse was the perfect face of the princess. He was a brave warrior, skilled in combat and many other talents. On the battlefield, he was a valiant knight who single-handedly faced Fallen Angels and dragons, while in daily life, he was a kind and elegant gentleman. He was the most beloved Food Soul of Gloriville, the emblem of the royal Food Souls—there was no one who didn't like him.
However, few knew that behind the creation of this "perfect" Food Soul was the princess’s almost harsh discipline. She demanded that every action Mousse took adhere strictly to royal etiquette, with no room for deviation. He had to excel in all areas that a Food Soul should—or should not—engage in, achieving perfection in everything. He was forbidden from associating with anyone unrelated to the royal family.
To repay the princess for sparing his life, Mousse dedicated himself to being her flawless public persona—until Chiffon Cake, Paella, and Blue Cheese appeared. Compared to his three friends' free-spirited nature, Mousse suddenly realized that Food Souls were not as he had always believed—they were not merely their Master Attendants' perfect pets. Food Souls, too, should have the same rights as humans.
This thought took root and sprouted in his heart. Soon after, it brought forth the princess’s brutal retaliation. She attempted to use a wicked ritual to forcibly turn back time by three days—she foolishly believed that if Mousse had never gone to meet Paella, he wouldn’t have seen her dance. He wouldn’t have felt that longing deep inside, wouldn’t have rushed into the rain, wouldn’t have met Blue Cheese… that way, Mousse would forever remain her perfect, obedient puppet.
Fortunately, just as Mousse’s life was on the brink, Blue Cheese, Chiffon Cake, and Paella joined forces to rescue him. Blue Cheese used the Seed of Life and Death, which he had obtained from the elves, to save Mousse’s life. However, Mousse’s spiritual energy had been severely drained, causing his appearance to regress to that of a seven- or eight-year-old child. And… no one had expected that when he woke up, not only had he forgotten everything from his past… but his personality had completely changed…
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"Tch, Blue Cheese, didn’t you say Mousse was just in a normal sleep? How come he still hasn’t woken up after all this time?"
Paella sat at the bedside, unable to resist poking Mousse’s cheek with his finger.
"Hey, hey, hey! Call him Captain, okay?! Blue Cheese already said it—Mousse is really fragile right now! We have to go along with his mood and keep him happy! And stop taking advantage of him!"
Chiffon Cake, sitting on the other side, swatted away Paella’s mischievous hand.
"That’s strange… The sleeping potion I put in the chocolate milk biscuits was only dosed for a human child."
Blue Cheese stroked his chin, looking equally puzzled. After a moment, he sighed.
"Oh well, let Captain sleep. Looks like the ice cream cake we ordered for him tonight will be enjoyed by the three of us instead."
"Huh? When did we order—mmph!"
Before Chiffon Cake could finish, Paella clamped a hand over his mouth, rolling his eyes as he dragged him away.
"Ugh, you talk too much! Go order it now!"
Blue Cheese chuckled softly. He knew Mousse was already awake, only pretending to sleep. Any moment now, he would jump up, yelling that they had to save the biggest slice for him—and after finishing it, he’d probably start scheming another escape attempt.
That was fine. They could take their time. They were more than willing to spoil Mousse, until the day he fully trusted his new companions.
Blue Cheese gently tucked the blanket around Mousse, tenderly wiping away a single tear that had slipped from his sleeping face.
No matter how bitter the dreams of the past were, when you wake up, we’ll be here.
For the rest of your life, everything will be sweet.