Atelier Tanaka

[Sophia perspective]

After lunch, it was what happened when I was walking down the hallway in the dorm.

On the way to collect Mr. Tanaka's laundry, which had been dried in the morning, he heard hissocks from the end of the bend and a young woman. It's a good story, such as a secret story, but since this is where the place is, you also need to be concerned about standing around.

Take a bad step and it's very dangerous in case your opponent is noble. My legs stopped reflexively and I decided to see how things were going from the shadows. Nature and interaction have also come into my ears as it is a quiet daytime student dorm with no other popularity.

"Is that true? I can't believe it's an assassination..."

"It's true. I heard your father talking."

"So, but you're the lady from the Fitzclarence family, right?

"That's all the instructions coming from up there."

"... no"

"This is what I heard, but apparently you had a lot of rights in the territory that was given to her. Perhaps we don't even know the lord who gave this to us. Or intentionally hidden."

"So, but my father also said it wasn't a big land over there! It's convenient to be bordered by neighboring countries, there's distribution between people and things, but it's not huge as a territory, and because the land is thin, the crops are less expensive, and it's a troublesome land with all the hassle of managing it."

"Ugh, I can't even tell you about the boulder from there."

"Huh..."

The aristocrats are the two of you, it's like a secret conversation.

Together, you're a female student.

"For once, it's between me and you, so I'll just give you some advice. I don't know if it's a dragon slayer, but if you get too much into a sluggish epidemic, you're gonna get a lot of burns one day."

…………

"Is that child's misfortune in that he was given an unworthy status while in his student capacity?

"Oh, you know, Lilicia..."

"By the way, now you can welcome me to my faction."

"Huh..."

I've never seen anything like this before. You're the one with the aristocratic mentor's faction feud. I am glad to be seen raw because there are a few verses I admired.

This exchange of hands will definitely go up to the scene even in the stage play of Shirai.

However, the content of the story is not mild at all. Speaking of the lady from the Fitzclarence family, I saw you the other day about a dragon exorcism, too.

…………

Is it a true story?

I can't imagine, like, where that one would be assassinated.

I don't think Dada has the guts to cut off dragon opponents.

"Well, then, I'll be excused."

"Oh, wait! Lilicia, come on!

"Can you get back to me tomorrow?

"Huh..."

On the one hand, one of you walked away. The other way around was opposite to the side I would stand on, so as a maid of honor, is it a sigh of relief?

The other one who was left also, after a while of worrying, ran off to wherever he flipped his skirt.

Apparently, we did it safely.

I waited a few more times just in case, but there was no sign of anyone else visiting. My judgment didn't seem wrong, did it? Good.

…………

There are naturally a number of questions that I would like to hear about this way.

It's just best to decide that I didn't ask about this.

It's not a world where you can do this to civilians like me. If you are poorly involved, the best way to be disposed of is as a maid. It was also written in a book I liked. The life of a maid in the royal palace is lighter than a spoon lined up on a table.

This isn't a royal palace, but it must be something similar.

…………

So I'm sure it's most right to look and pretend not to see.

Besides, there's a lot more to be done now.

Yeah, that's right.

Because we have to take in Mr. Tanaka's laundry.

"... right. Let's hurry."

We walked a little faster and I headed to the dryer.

The drying yard is located a short walk out of the student dormitory. At one point, I heard that each dorm has its own space, and that the drying grounds that accompany the dorms here are first and foremost large and convenient among them.

It is indeed very easy to use and made.

It seems to be carefully designed not only for the space used by the aristocrats, but also for the facilities involved by the servants. I don't know what kind of person went, but as far as the descendants are concerned, you're happy.

Even if I wash Mr. Tanaka's stinky underwear, it means I feel somewhat comfortable washing it.

"Well, I just took it in..."

Head to one of the several drying rods in line.

Naturally, the day was in good shape and we assumed dry clothes for the caracallas.

What jumped into my eyes, however, was Mr. Tanaka's clothing, which fell to the ground and was full of footprints. It is dirtier than before washing.

It was definitely done at the hands of people.

…………

What always occurred to me was the maid who hit the hallway this morning and became an argument? A few days after I left for school, assuming there's a killer, there's only about as many verses as she can think of. This is why I hate people who are old. What you do is shady and humid.

"... it looks like my clothes are safe to wash together in confidence"

I used good quality detergent and washed it consistently.

The boulders are for the nobles, this one has a very beautiful finish.

That said, it sounds like you should avoid washing your clothes here for the moment.

…………

If you look up at the sky, you can see the sun just falling back where it's left off.

Washing it now may not dry by the end of the day.

I would have trouble drying it inside the room and smelling it, and would it be forbidden for today?

"Tomorrow, let's wash it together"

That sounds good.

After collecting Mr. Tanaka's clothes, which fell to the ground, I decided to return to my room.

◇ ◆ ◇

When I finished questioning Allen, I decided to buy clothes, underwear, and groceries when I left town. I've come to the Editor's house for the majority of my purchases so far, so the area starts from scratch.

As a student living in a student dorm, I guess it's the right procurement flow to ask a maid that she's dedicated to the same place. However, given Sophia's good friendship, it is up to her to decide that it would be a good idea to do it herself.

Besides, shopping in a fantastic world is more fun than you might imagine. All of this is novel, so you'll be wasting it unexpectedly, clerk. Just a souvenir for Sophia, but one bag is swollen.

I also helped him feel warm in one of the dragons, and all he did was tour the store over there for half a day. My legs are tireless if I use healing magic. Thanks to this, by the time I got home, the sun had fallen and it was totally at night. Will it be bedtime in an hour?

I'm home.

Through the front door, through the hallway, which is somewhat full, to the living room.

So I ran into an unexpected arrangement.

"Oh, you're late."

"... why are you here?

Estelle is at home for some reason.

For a moment, I thought I had the wrong room. But there will be no such thing as Sophia, who is preparing tea contracts for a blonde lolita.

"As a student at school, it's natural to deepen your friendship with your classmates?

"But it's not healthy to visit a heterosexual room late at night."

"What? Oh, what, you like that?!?

…………

As soon as possible, a blonde lolita that turns her face bright red.

A flicker and gaze can be directed at this lower body.

Shit, I think I'm getting an erection.

You know, gaze from the opposite sex is something you can tell so blatantly.

"Mr. Sophia's with us, so it can't happen in case."

"Um, wow, if I were you, I'd pull right into the room..."

"Mr. Sophia, you don't have to distract me there."

What's wrong with this?

Will my holy sausage finally be swallowed up by Lolivich's Darkness Awabi? If I am tempted any further, I don't think the virginity will last long.

But if you don't stand for this, Sophia, you'll lose your route from my life. I can't believe it's every day I live with my girlfriend in a maid's clothes staring at me with white eyes.

"... that's an ant"

A calm place makes the right decision.

That said, Estelle's hole was haunted once, but at the end of the day, it's a one-way ticket to hell.

If her daddy finds out, life in the Penny Empire has been lost. I'm talking to my only daughter, or maybe the chaser will come to the point where I fled to a neighboring country. That is somewhat expensive for citizens who desire a healthy and cultural life.

More importantly, I will have to say goodbye to the maid as well.

If it were Sophia, I'd be a human ATM blast who worked hard for her every day, taking responsibility for fertilizing her all the way from morning to evening without any hesitation.

It's all over the place.

It's something that doesn't work in the world.

"Ah, if you want, I don't care if it's the three of us..."

"Buh..."

Holy shit!?

This is the trick that the blood of Sacubas can do!

That was awesome. My heart shook.

Seismic intensity IX, magnitude VIII comma 270.

"Dear Fitzclarence, please don't do that..."

but Sophia rejected me for looking super nasty.

The route offense is still a long way off.

"Nothing. Estelle would be nice. It's hard to call a surname, isn't it?

"Huh? Oh, um..."

"Though I won't impose it if you don't like it"

"No, thank you for your concern. Dear Estelle,"

"You're special because you're his maid of honor! He's also a comrade we fought together. Shit!

"Yes..."

Apparently the two of them had some interaction. I guess I had the opportunity to exchange words on the fold of dragon exorcism until the other day, on the airship and on the waiting times on Mount Pepe.

I'm not familiar with the fact that I've been away from them long enough to be pulled into the cabin or full bogged down by Christina.

"Um, Estelle..."

"I wonder what?

"Oh, there's something I'd like to talk to you about later."

"Can't you do it here?

"... Yes"

"Really? Okay."

Besides, Tunderelloli and Tasty Maid, who seem surprisingly close.

I guess I find this smiling because I'm getting older compared to them. Parental awareness. Would you agree if Dr. Editor were present at this meeting? That guy, he's super far away from his looks and real age.

That said, it's not a good idea to keep her in the room for too long.

In the future, when Allen and Estelle make up, making the two of us aware of the fact that my presence intervened mainly makes the former ill-minded. He is a very personable person except for his lower body Freedom condition, so I want to continue a good relationship in the future.

That's why we should avoid inadvertent contact with Estelle.

So give me one piece of advice.

"By the way, is it time to go back to your room? Mr. Allen was worried about you, too. I don't think you should visit my room too inadvertently."

"Allen has nothing to do with this."

"Are you sure?

"Yes, it is."

"But he loves you so much..."

I also thought at noon.

How can I be desperate and take between handsome and bitch.

I'm starting to get a little sad.

Then what happened? She continued to look extremely impressed.

"I don't care about Allen. And the person who wants to communicate this more correctly than anyone else is you!

…………

Did Allen's guy, such a pretty kid, always whisper about such a pretty thing?

It can't be.

Like right now, I totally suck.

This is the first time I've ever had eyes moistened from the opposite sex.

My heart was full and I felt so sweet.

It's a joy to even draw in lust.

"Mr. Sophia, can you ask Mr. Estelle to replace the tea?

"Huh? Are you sure?

"Yes. Sometimes you'll want to immerse yourself in that mood"

"... ok"

No way, I'll try to put up with you for a little while.

After a couple of days, you're a migratory bird with wings under your good-looking face again. Time for a little feather break now. I'm sure he just wants someone stupid. However, since this tundelle has a threaded personality, that must be calming in the way it is now.

If you don't just look at me, you're gonna have an affair, like.

In a week's time, I'll be pounding my tongue again.

"I brought you"

"Thank you, Sophia"

"Yes, no..."

Elegantly tea blonde Lolita heartbreak system.

There's no great harm in watching like this, and let's be good. If we're not alone, there's no such thing. When we meet in our own room, we shall always accompany Sophia, even in the sense of restraint. Even Sophia can always be a gentleman with me.

"Oh? I think I drank this somewhere..."

"Oh, that tea was picked up by Mr. Tanaka."

"Really?

Estelle asks me.

I answered honestly because it was nothing to hide.

"Yeah, I've been liking it since I spoke at the school cafe before."

"Ah..."

"How are you doing?

The look on the face of the blonde lolita strengthens it as if it were something of a surprise.

"Is that, or is it possible that I met you in the school?

"Did you remember"

"Oh, I can't believe it was tea then... Oh, wow, I..."

…………

Unexpected blonde lolita weakness. A cup of tea has a feeling of a critical hit.

Sophia and I, we gobble our saliva where we keep saying what's going on this time.

"Could it not fit your mouth? If so, give me something else..."

"No, it's delicious. I'm gonna drink that already."

"Oh, hey..."

The endurance that blonde Lolita's throat boasts, not falsely speaking for herself, but sipping down the heat of frying, is definitely from Sacubas. It is probably designed to withstand harsh iramatio as well. It's a boulder slut attribute.

The cup was empty after a few seconds.

Katsun, put the vessel back in Sosa with an elegant standing behavior.

"Sophia, could you please replace me?

"Ha-ha-ha, ha, ha, okay."

I am ordering a quick replacement from Sophia, who is frightened.

She looked like she had fought hard and rushed to the kitchen.

"... Um, is everything okay in your mouth?

"I love this tea today, too."

Nicole, returned with a good grin.

"Well, that's more than anything."

I'm not sure what a good place lady would think.

Well, let's say it's good because we say it's good.

"By the way, have you finished your meal yet?

"No, not yet, though"

"Well, then, together in my room..."

Suggestions as you fold your thighs together, with your fingers pinched between your hands.

The uplift of the Kaishin bursts. Five thousand damage to virgin minds.

An inquiry from Estelle who shows off how Mozi Mozi has not tried it.

Things happened in the middle of it.

The windowsill broke along with the pan and the tall sound. At the same time, someone broke into the living room by tearing apart the curtains. After the sound, it was an instant event for the intruder to follow below us in the dining room.

"Huh!?

"Become..."

Jumping into our tea time is an all-body, all-black move. I don't know men or women. The only thing I can certainly tell is that the blade in that hand is after Estelle.

Just a surprise. We're Fever.

"Mr. Estelle!

Hang persistent healing magic on Estelle reflexively.

Full force with no multiplication.

Seriously.

Or more soulful than the Battle of Christina.

The feeling of MP being taken gossip.

I'm freaking out.

I don't like it too much just in case.

Plus before, I slapped myself in the mouth that looked great on her. You think you can help anytime, or whoever you want. If so, you will have to keep the promises you have spoken of once. It is a credit issue.

I mean, if they call me married day after day, you don't have to marry me, that's how much it's obligatory. Rather thank you for standing on such a busament. Goddamn it, you look adorable in your penetrated habits.

"Taken."

Blackening meow squeaks. A wild voice sounded and heard, as it was apparently a man.

The blade in her hand was profoundly protruding into her neck muscle.

The blade tip is painted black. Is it poisonous?

Mixed with the sound of a short breath, a large amount of blood is spit out of Estelle's adorable mouth, from her severed neck, in one piece. Dafan, it would be a huge injury that people can't afford to help. Hold it for a few seconds based on the amount of bleeding, shock death is inevitable.

A large tear in the skin gives the illusion that, for a moment, the neck has thickened.

I don't think I can do this anymore.

But don't lick the restorative magic of God's mark.

The effect is to save lives again. Hundreds of times.

"Oh, shit... Ha..."

Changes come to the stuffy Estelle.

Blood that blows out at the same time as the murder weapon is pulled out. Bright red. That dyes the living room red. Massive bleeding. But she never falls. Gain enough room to just take a step on your own feet.

This is the best we can do. What if I should not let you fall?

"Oh... oh... oh, hey, hey, this..."

In an instant, the wound of a girl without a membrane becomes blocked. If the disconnected blood vessels regain their lower form, the bleeding is lost early, and the torn skin regains the gloss and tension below, there is no peeking there as fine dust, such as after a laceration. All that remains is blood wetness.

Zarami.

This is stunning for intruders, too.

In the meantime, I moved and bewitched the unidentified black man.

"Humph!

It's settled.

Fireball decided.

A volleyball large fireball pops out and evaporates instantly down from a man's knee.

"Gahhhhhhhhhhh"

A harsh scream echoed in one room.

The body that has lost its support falls on the spot, Dosari. I guess the meat melted and blocked the blood vessels. Bleeding is not the major amount. We'll keep it for the time being, even if we check things out. However, as the pain was commensurate, the expression of exposure is deeply distorted by the pain.

"Mr. Estelle, it's okay and it's awesome!

Next to the man, he rushes under the blonde lolita.

I held her body all over my chest, fluttering with sudden bleeding.

"Ah..."

Leaked blonde Lori exhales.

It is lighter than I imagined, and yet the feeling of soft meat on the given pod makes me aware of the fact that it touched the torso of the opposite sex without denying it.

Aware of the warm temperature you feel over the fabric of your clothes, you've been thrilled with great momentum. Let's do this. You were real about Loriko's high body temperature. Damn it, it's pokapoka.

"Can I breathe? Aren't you breathless?

"Oh, yeah... this is your restorative magic..."

"Is consciousness clear? Doesn't your vision seep in?

"Your lovely face is nearby. It looks good. Very cool......"

"Apparently you have cloudy vision..."

Though it's a somewhat disturbing answer, I'm pretty sure he took his life.

If so, I don't care what happens later.

Good. No, it's already true, I'm seriously freaking out.

Because I freaked out about the type of haunted class that pops up suddenly in the haunted mansion.

"Um... Ah, ah, yes, thank you"

"No, thank you. Mr. Esel is safe and above all."

"... me, but?

"Yes."

"Oh no... compared to you..."

Consciousness also feels relieved by the way it does answer.

…………

…………

Exchange one frequency with another manners.

Convenient, somewhat empty in conversation, the other side rushes on.

I think I noticed something.

Until then, behave badly.

"One, while, never next! I'm sure your hands won't bother you! I'll make it useful! I can help you! So, ah, ah... whoa..."

The face you talk about is bright red.

Estelle complains of her own usefulness, also increased to words of gratitude and apology.

The series sounded farther to my chest than I could arrange this thanksgiving poorly, and somehow, he was such a healthy kid? I don't think so.

While he's fallen in love with a good boy so far, it's like I don't understand why Allen's guy lets him pull out of the manifestation.

Or if he was a Yaritin himself, would the world have had a happy ending?

"Um, something sounds awesome... eh!?

Sophia came back from the kitchen while I did that. On a basin supported by both hands, one cup that raises the hot air climbs properly.

She raised her screaming voice as she saw the misery in the living room.

"Hey, what's going on!? Oh, no, it's not bright red! Blood! Blood! Master Estelle? Master Estelle!?

As she pointed out, our living room was bright red with blood.

Estelle, who is the source of it, seems to be seriously injured if someone who doesn't know what's going on.

"I'll explain the situation later. Let's start with the guy there..."

Over Estelle's shoulder, I do my gaze on the fallen man.

Then, what happened, he turned the blade in his hand to his own neck.

"Ku, ha..."

Just like I did against Estelle, she just poked and decided now, and even just dyed the bright red living room even more red.

If it was just blonde Lori's blood, it would have been an attractive choice to pepper later, but a bastard blend. Then it won't come true either. What a terrible thing you've done.

…………

After some repeated cramps, the man's body stops moving early.

Spirit of getting hit before they do. Apparently, he killed himself.

It would be a big cannonball gut.

"Where should I contact you in this case?

"Yes, no, you know, even if I asked..."

I asked Sophia, the test and maid of things, as long as she was wolfed with a face that still seemed to cry. There seems to be no disturbance of this hand on the boulder in the manual.

"In the meantime, may I take Mr. Estelle to her room?"

Estelle decided to ask your maid.

◇ ◆ ◇

Transfer the place to Estelle's room for once.

"Also, I'm sorry!

Same interval as home, in the center of the living room, Sophia was kicking the dugout with a bright blue face. On her front is Estelle sitting on the couch and wiping her damp hair in the water onto a bath towel.

Behind it is the figure of a maid who will come with this room, apart from Sophia, who wipes her hair with other towels in her hand, to help her do what she does. A few people left, I say, sit back and watch this from the front to the sofa separately.

I don't care.

"But, you know, I..."

Everything, Sophia, it seems Estelle was listening to student rumors about the fact that she was being targeted by something. As for the way I used to spend time without informing the customer, I am drooling myself.

"I mean, wouldn't you have found out if you'd kept that quiet from me, too?

"No, but the..."

"Maybe it was about this that you wanted to talk to me?

"... Yes"

"So you're willing to tell me that you were more than you were, right?

"Yes, sir"

"Then you don't have to apologize. Instead, you brought valuable information about how I was targeted. Appreciation is so wrong to denounce it."

"Estelle..."

Sophia with a relieved look on her face.

What was told from her mouth was the forecast of the raid and why. The former is a fact that has already passed, while the latter was where we now desire more than anything else.

Everything seemed to be rooted in Estelle's right to tour the territory given to her by the King. But assassins against the daughters of the great aristocracy and other creatures called aristocracy are more radical than you might have imagined.

And there's also one radical aristocratic daughter in this room.

"But I don't know who you're after for my life, but you've got a lot of nerve."

A blonde lolita with a big mouthful of Ni and a funny look on her face. He said he was about to be killed earlier, but he didn't look frightened at all.

She is also the one who put the dragon in front of her and tried to attack her first.

I have more guts than I do.

Aristocrats may not be able to serve without this much liver.

"Rebecca."

"Yes, ma'am"

"Don't tell your father about this."

"... Are you sure?

"I'm FitzClarence's daughter, right? To this extent, I'll try to work it out myself. Otherwise, you don't know when you're going to get back to being an adventurer."

"But that's not necessarily the end of it"

"Over? I don't have a problem with it being over! I'll make sure they capture him next time and let him throw up the mastermind. You're gonna regret what you did to me!

I'm not an adventurer involving Allen or Zophy in Dada.

She is a losing lady.

By the way, I hear her maid, her name is Rebecca. Sinyon's well-suited, intelligent and cool eyes seem to let go of signs in the bin that there may be enough secretaries at the same time as he stays in the maid.

Plus a chunky chest that overwhelms Sophia, a musty, meaty ass. On the other hand, a tight hipster will not spare 50,000 yen to live in a fierce buck from Mach's instant ruler service.

No, I can get it out up to 100,000.

WWII is exhausting here, and I hope to have a tight hipster who will be gasped for riding in a female advantage. Oh, at the end of the day, I'd like to ask you to wear your glasses, plus an up-and-coming Ferra for the service that fully demonstrated your maid attributes.

Includes a total of 200,000.

Fine.

Please.

"Hey, you, what's up?

"Huh?"

"Was there anything that bothered Rebecca?

"Oh, no, it's nothing. Never mind."

How about that? I've been spotted.

The main battlefield is Lori, but the big tits are also a handsome hybrid. I am.

"For now, I'll be on guard this evening"

I run ahead of time without anyone having to tell me anything.

"Eh, security..."

The boulder blonde Lolita also inquires into this in a terribly surprising manner.

It has been appropriately applied so far, but I think that's why.

"There are no different windows in the bedroom than in the living room. So if there was an intrusion, it would be through the door, unless even the wall was destroyed. I'm not asking you to let me in the room, so I'm sorry, but let me stand in the hallway for today."

I'll ask you to be serious.

Promises are promises.

Even if it were a unilateral declaration, it must be upheld to the end.

"I can't accept that..."

"Wow, I get it!

Mr. Rebecca was just about to say something, and Estelle barked.

"Nothing, hey, even in the room. Wow! In bed! Whatever, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! It's over!

"No, I'm fine in the hallway."

How shitty do you want to be, you lollibitch?

If you're so unwanted, you should just make up with Allen.

"All night in the hallway? It's not that hard. No! I'm gonna get tired!

"But I'm sure."

"Beds are softer, ya, softer! And, yes, I can do a lot of things..."

Estelle's eyes are nasty for staring at me.

Hungry, hungry, middle-aged pussy eyes.

As far as you can see, Mr. Rebecca also understood her condition.

"Okay. So, Mr. Tanaka, were you sure?

"Oh, yes."

"Sorry for the inconvenience, but please escort Master Elizabeth until morning. Of course, I'll be ready in the room in case you understand."

I'm not going to do anything to hurt your husband.

"Now let me believe that word."

Apparently, she cares about Estelle's chastity.

I never dreamed I'd remember the taste of a man already.

A pitiful maid.

"Wait a minute. No! I don't care!? Hey!?

That is how it is decided this evening all night.

I feel like I've had more harsh lifecycles lately.

◇ ◆ ◇

[Sophia perspective]

One night has passed since the raid on Master Estelle. I was not attacked many times overnight by boulders, and after the first disturbance I took them away and nothing happened. I visited in the morning. It's still a clear day with no clouds, the laundry looks good and dry.

Mr. Tanaka spent the night falling asleep and is now sleeping in his room. Master Estelle has gone to class. By the way, Mr. Rebecca is with you. Anything. She was talking to a former Rank A adventurer, and besides being a maid of honor, she was also talking to picky.

This is more of a pure question than a worry, Mr. Tanaka, but is it okay if I don't attend class? I haven't felt present since my visit to the dorm. Every day, I think I bought a souvenir at the city's outdoor store to return home, so I will definitely give it a souvenir.

Can you even graduate properly? I doubt it.

It's like going to school on a road trip.

I also remember hearing rumors about how schools for upstream aristocrats seem to be very demanding around them, and that unschooled students fall into no matter how great their mentors are. You think everything is the intention of a nobleman with great power in the school?

…………

Well, in any case, that's an irrelevant story for a single maid like me.

More than that, it's rice now. Rice.

"Even today, the maid will have a meal that doesn't deserve her identity."

Right now, I'm walking down the dorm hallway. Metal wagon with wheels on both hands. It's what the maid would push for her husband if it was meant to be, but I push this for myself. On top of the wagon is a narrow line of lavish dishes served on plates.

You're on your way back to the kitchen on the first floor of the dorm to pick up your meal.

"If it were a house, would it be by now when customers started coming in..."

Whimpering casually reminds me of my parents leaving the last few days.

Will I get out and the store go around properly?

…………

No, it doesn't make sense from what I've been thinking.

Yeah, and the parents who easily threw their real daughters out of the room. Yeah, yeah, but are you worried? The other day, I got a leg sickness because I wore boots borrowed from my father. I feel itchy and itchy day after day.

"Yeah, I don't know."

When I feel a little uncomfortable, I strive for my own room to get rid of this just a little faster walking. On the boulder. Mr. Tanaka won't even show up for lunch today. When I left the room, I was asleep deeply when I watched the glitch.

"Even if you're just carrying it like this, you smell good"

I can't stand it.

Today's rice looks delicious too.

Boulders are rice for nobles, aren't they?

I think it is the delicious rice that you will be served at your leisure and comfort that is the flavor of this job. Yes. That must be the bliss of schoolmaids. I don't know about the others, but it's definitely for me.

It is that the hand that pushes nature and the wagon can also help.

It was in the middle of something like that.

"Huh..."

Unexpectedly, from the corner of the street, someone popped up in the same maid look as me.

Pull the service cart on both hands. I protected lunch at the critical place. On the other hand, the opponent couldn't kill the momentum that popped up and rolled straight to the front. It's a shape that sticks from face to floor. It looks very painful.

"... Um, are you okay?

There's no way I'm ignoring you, so I'll just call you.

Then, that face was also the one I found out about.

"Ah..."

It's Obasan who hit me and my body sometime and scattered laundry in the hallway.

"... hey, you"

"Hey, what is it?

She rose to a ghostly shape and walked under me.

"You have a big face for your new habits."

…………

There's no twist whatsoever.

I'm sure the scratches on her rubbed off forehead are making her intuitive. Blood is seeping in. The dorm here is made of total stone, both walls and floors, so it hurts when you fall, doesn't it? It seems to have rubbed off for a long time and seems like an injury that could draw a tail.

That was obviously more of a body hit than a bump in the encounter.

You deserve it, don't you?

"Hey, what if I said something?

"Um, well, I'm at work..."

This hand-held Obasan is an agreement to see as many idiots as it involves.

Push the wagon into your hand to get behind the scene early.

Then, her leg was offered in front of the wheel.

You will be caught in thick leather shoes and will no longer be able to move forward any further.

"I'll match you with me."

"Huh?"

Obasan moved suddenly.

With the wagon stopped on one foot, the other foot goes this way from side to side and is taken heavily. While I was surprised what was going on, her arms swung up hugely.

Oh, don't get hit with this, I thought.

I also tried to avoid it, but my body didn't move.

The flat hand, instantly approaching, banged my cheek, making a petty sound. It has more momentum than I ever imagined, and it steps on a dance.

"Huh..."

I almost collapsed.

Put your arms around the wagon and find yourself in danger. The lid on top of the dish slipped off and fell off on top of the basin. When the soup thing rocked the hot surface big, oh, a little, but it spilled.

"Hmm, remember? I will definitely make you regret this defiance of me."

Obasan was satisfied with giving him one shot, or he left immediately. Or maybe he feared someone would see him to blame. No matter how long you have a background as a maid, Hieralky must be at the bottom of the school. You're the one called Goddamn Nose Shit.

Therefore, the irritation is carried out in a hissy, gloomy manner.

"... Yikes, it hurts, it's..."

I dropped Obasan's back off at the corner of the hallway leaving for a small run.

Caress your painful cheeks in one hand with a gin and fever.

At the same time, the hot overflowing from the back of my nose spurted out of the hole with good momentum.

It's nosebleed.

"Huh!?

That unfortunately went to the dishes that were on the wagon. dripping into a stew made in white sauce with potatoes. Oh, my God. Red is spotted and floating on top of the white.

…………

That Obasan, I can't forgive you.

I can't believe you took away my only pleasure in this way.

I regret it. I regret too much.

…………

In the meantime, let's take this back to the room.

On top of that again, it's a good idea to go get a replacement. It would be unnatural to U-turn to the cooking area with a dish that raised the hot air on the wagon. If there's blood on there, you're going to get an unnecessary misunderstanding.

For the time being, Mr. Tanaka should go through the setting of about a big meal.

I rushed to my room while keeping the bleeding from my nose under the apron hem.

◇ ◆ ◇

[Sophia perspective]

Oh, my God. When I got back to my room, Mr. Tanaka was awake.

Furthermore, he had hoped for lunch. I fell asleep without breakfast, so naturally? Even before me it made me sound like a cute belly for nothing, and I was a little frustrated. Because it sounded cuter than me. Mine rings gougy.

So, as for seeing the wagon he carries for lunch like that, it goes on, the story flow, etc. Yeah, it is. That's what this is about. Trouble is, my nosebleed stew, which I was planning to dispose of, is now exactly in Mr. Tanaka's mouth.

"Hmm? This tastes different."

"Yes..."

"Don't you find the accent on top of this white sauce interesting?

"Yes, no..."

Mr. Tanaka deliberately carries the blood dripping over the stew in his mouth by the end of the spoon. If you at least ate the white spots around you with me, it would be a little deceptive, but the boulders are going to find out about this.

If I find out I served my husband a bloody meal, I'm sure it would be a lot of noise. If you are a maid of honor, it is no surprise that you have been executed without question. At least that's what I know of a maid.

"What a strange flavor"

"Oh, is that right?

"It's like I've spoken somewhere..."

…………

Another spoon in my blood to make sure it tastes good. To blood.

Oh, Mr. Tanaka is drinking my blood.

…………

"Um... does it have something on my face or will it?

"No, hey, don't be anything. Shh! Shh, shh, sorry."

"... Really?

I stuck to the seat across the street, stared at his face.

As yesterday, Mr Tanaka invited me to attend lunch. However, as you head to the dining room to pick up another meal, you will discover a difference in stew. I had no choice but to tell you that I had already finished my meal and I made it through.

As soon as I complained that the spot stew was secured as Mr. Tanaka's share.

That would be a pretty critical excuse. 'Cause it gets cold.

But honestly he was very pleased with this. That's so innocent already. Thoroughly, I didn't have the courage to tell you where the stew accent came from that I had already spoken of, even though I felt sorry for not a few of the situations I had been deceiving.

Speaking of myself, by the way, I sit in the front seat clouding my hunger in tea water.

"This stew is so delicious"

"Huh..."

Also, Mr. Tanaka carried my blood to his mouth.

Oh, my blood, it's coming down in his stomach again.

Seeing that sight...

…………

I don't know, this feeling.

Every time Mr. Tanaka mouths my blood, I feel hot and painful in my chest. It's not supposed to be handsome, but it does exist to me that I prefer it. I feel my face get hot on my cheeks as a cuckoo.

Is it because that Obasan hit me?

No, I've already pulled the pain.

If so, where the hell is this excitement given from?

Are you afraid and in a hurry that the crude phase will be found out?

No, rather this comfort is something else, something else preferred.

"Um... Mr. Sophia? Would you like a little?"

"Ha, ha! What is it!?

I was suddenly surprised to hear from you.

Mr. Tanaka, with his face up from the table, was staring at me jizzily.

"I'm sorry to say this before I was forced to invite you to my dinner seat, but if you're tired, I didn't think you should take the day off. I'll take care of the rest of the chores."

"No, uh, be, nothing, that's not why..."

You shouldn't, it seemed to be on your face a lot.

"Really?

"Ha, ha."

"I hope so, because it was yesterday today, and I think Mr. Sophia is nervous, too. As long as I'm in this room, I won't let you be miserable like last night twice, so I was hoping you'd rest in peace."

…………

Apparently, Mr. Tanaka, you care about me. Come to think of it, he's surprisingly carefree to the details, isn't he? Even on the road to the dragon exorcism, I remember you taking care of this and that.

On the other hand, I was full of heads about the spot stew. I apologize to Master Estelle, but only at this moment right now, I was completely out of my mind, such as one last night. It was even refreshing that one person died in this room.

Oh, by the way, the cleaning was done magically by a specialist, so the room is beautiful.

"No, you know, ho, it's really a taunt..."

"Then tell me as soon as it gets hard. Please."

"... is, yes. Thank you, thank you."

I don't know, I feel this guilt, as well as a lot more, and the shallowness of myself regretting that I should have potatoed Mr. Tanaka's stew.

I don't like things.

Mr. Tanaka doesn't seem to realize what he's being fed.

Yes, I really don't know anything.

He's got no doubt about the meal I prepared for him, the maid.

"Um, if you don't seem to eat enough, would you eat my share, too?

"Eh, heh, that's fine!

"... is that right?"

It doesn't make sense if I eat it.

Mr. Tanaka eats, so it makes sense. Yes, Tanaka, who even knocked down that big dragon and showed it, says my blood and so on without knowing anything, it makes my chest ache so much because it tastes delicious.

As the daughter of a restaurant, it's a serious sentiment.

Oh, really, what's wrong with this?

I'm so excited.