How About a Refill? ~The Elegant Tea Party of the Grand Witches~

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"That's why you can try on a bright dress. Millie!"

Miriam stabbed her finger from Bissi and Valeria.

Since then, controversy arose about the color of the dress, and Miriam, who was enthusiastic about the seasonality expressed in the dress and the system of suitable colors analyzed from the color of the skin, has become better and better.

"I don't care anymore. I'll take care of it."

"All right, then!

Valeria took a silver cane from the robe, decorated with colorful magic stones, and turned it around Miriam's head.

Then a rugged magic formation appeared over Miriam's head, slowly descending to the tip of his feet, and a pale light enveloped Miriam.

Miriam, who meditated on his glare, opened his eyes again and his dress, which looked down, changed since Moss Green.

With a refreshing mint green tone, this princess line dress flutters every time the fluffy lace hem moves on top of each other.

The sleeves also spread from the elbow to the lower part of the arm, and this lace gives a slight expression to the movement of the arm.

The square-cut collar captivates the decorte, and the ruffles overlap the chest for volume, making the waist look thinner.

Cut with exquisite lines to avoid overloading the back and tie the ribbon over the waist.

The edges of the ribbon overlapped the shorter trains, giving a glamorous impression.

"Nice dress... I've never worn this color before."

Miriam looked around and checked on herself.

"You're rich, but you can't make dresses like this at the Marquis? Are you a jerk?

When Valeria asked Miriam, who wore a plain dress for her family, Miriam shook her head.

"No, mom and oniisama always recommend these bright colors when tailoring. However, I was adamant. If it doesn't suit me, I don't think I deserve it..."

"That's why you always wore plain dresses."

"Yes, my mom and oniisama looked lonely every time. Onee-sama was always embarrassed to dress up as a marquise lady. But in the end, he respected my feelings."

Beatrice pours tea into the cup and invites Miriam to sit next to him.

"If you think about it, there's nothing wrong with it. It looks good on you. Here, have some tea."

Miriam picks up the handed cup again and slowly mouths it.

And freshly brewed tea with warmth and aroma.

"Um, I've been wondering for a while, why is it always like tea is freshly brewed? From what I've seen, there are no waiters, maids, or maids here, but when was the pot replaced?

Miriam once again answered the overwhelming question.

After a moment, the three witches looked at each other and said, "Ah."

"It's too obvious, I completely forgot. Sure, you'd normally wonder."

Eleonora tapped the pot with her fingers.

"Oh, my God. It's the devil's law."

"Repetitive magic?

"That's right. I pour hot water into the pot and repeat the [moment of drinking] that I just steamed well. So no matter how much tea you pour out of this pot, you can always (...) rewind (...) the moment when you drink it, and (...) from there, the tea in the pot won't cool down or decrease."

The magic of repeating the same moments... It was strange, but Miriam noticed happily.

A mysterious garden stepped in before coming to this mansion. Winter flowers and end-summer fruits were present at the same time. You don't think so?

"Um, is there any magic in the garden of this mansion?

"Oh, I see!

"No, I was wondering because it was planted with different seasons."

The first thing that bothered me when I entered the garden of this mansion was different seasons of flowers, flowers that shouldn't be blooming at this time...

If there is a magic that can repeat a certain moment, it will explain. Yes, Miriam thought.

Beatrice once again smiles like flowers.

"I'm surprised. Millie is familiar with plants. And insightful."

That said, Beatrice glanced at the garden from the terrace.

"All the plants planted here are medicinal plants. All plants are enchanted to repeat the most potent moments. It's not a royal medicine box."

Is this a royal medicine box?

"Yes, that's right. What a plot place. This is where I make all the medicine that the royal mouth is made."

Miriam once overheard his brother, who was close to the First Prince, and his father, the Marquis, talking. Recent royal palaces have become an environment that is not necessarily safe for royalties, such as seclusion with the Second Prince, underwater disturbances between nobles, and emerging religions that show suspicious movements.

"I see. It's medicine for the royals. You certainly need it."

"Fufufu, thank you for coming. If there's a rumor, here."

Beatrice glanced at the door and someone knocked on it.