The Retired Savior Sells Desserts in Bellflower Town

My name is Alicia. Before I transmigrated, I was a sophomore majoring in botany.

After transmigrating, I somehow became the most powerful witch in this world.

Other people transmigrate and build harems, scheme for power, and become queens.

I transmigrated and traveled the continent alone, doing research, tackling pollution, and driving a revolution in magical technology.

It took me ten years to pull this world back from the brink of destruction.

Then I “died.”

That is, I secretly ran off to open a dessert shop in Windbell Town.

Sleeping until I wake up naturally, inventing new desserts, and soaking in a magic bathtub.

Old John from next door comes for tea every day, and little Bella comes for pomelo jelly every day.

Now this is the life.

Then, three years later, an elf knocked on my door.

He ate a piece of osmanthus rice-wine milk pudding, chewing with his eyes closed for ages.

Then he asked me, “Can I stay here?”

I looked at him, then at the flowers in the backyard that needed watering.

“There’s a guest room on the second floor. Make yourself at home.”

And then he moved in.

And then he never left.

And then he became the father of my daughter.

To this day, I still can’t figure it out:

How did a retired couch potato like me end up bringing an elf home?

[Couch-potato heroine × gentle elf] [Slice of life] [Slow burn, but sweet]