Your Highness the Witch, You Don't Want to Be Dominated by the Sword Either, Do You?

Casey, a former social animal who now possesses a magic sword, has a life goal of cultivating brave men to save the world. Sylphy is a three-nothing witch whose goal in life is to eat all the sweets in the world. When these two goals collide "Your Highness! That's the devil, not the cake chef!" "Icing?" "It's a magic gem! Wait, don't lick it!" I, Casey, a miserable uncle who has traveled through time and turned into a magic sword, worry about my own witch every day. She stirred the black tea with the king's scepter, expressionless. She used the enemy marshal as a waiter in a restaurant. She casually froze the ancient dragon, only for it to sneeze and spit out her macarons. And I have to be responsible for the aftermath, compensating money, and shouting to the sky: "Isn't this script wrong!?" On the way to escape, we collected the following achievements: Let the Demon King sign the "Dessert Supply Treaty" Wanted by the Kingdom's Taxation Bureau (over 4 million sugar coins owed) Refuse the tsundere princess's confession (what she wants is my cake) Turn a cavities dragon into a mobile dessert cart And, accidentally saved the world three times (she didn't notice) Now, we are going to Strawberry Snow Mountain to find the legendary cake that won't make you fat. Queen Xuesu, who was guarding the gate, asked for a dance. The tax officer lady chased after me. The princess's carrier pigeon delivers love letters on time every day. And I, with a sword, can only complain while paying the bill: "Your Highness, who are you to blame for treating the world like a dessert buffet?" "Next stop, strawberry." She looked into the distance, and for the first time there was light in her eyes. Just for the cake though.