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

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Miriam was packed in a carriage by Leonardo and returned to the house of Caparoni.

My servant opened the carriage door and waited for me, but I was hesitant to get out of the carriage because of my usual outfit and guilt that I had left the queen's tea party. But I can't keep riding.

Tatiana picked me up when I got out of the carriage and headed to the front of the mansion.

"Well, my sweet Millie. I was worried he wouldn't come back from the rose garden."

"I'm home. Mother, I'm sorry about today."

Tatiana gently puts her hand on Miriam's apologetic shoulder.

"It's okay. Because I received the call properly. But be careful next time. You were invited to the central witch's mansion, weren't you?

"Yes, I hooked up my dress in the rose garden, and you saved my trouble."

"That's why it's such a nice dress. I knew the bright colors would suit my sweet Millie! Let's get the central witch a thank you note from her father."

"Yes"

"You must be tired today. Rest until dinner."

When she broke up with Tatiana and climbed the stairs to her room, Alessia waited in the hall upstairs.

"Welcome back."

"... I just left. Onee-sama."

With Alessia's cold gaze on her sister, known as the Spirit Princess, Miriam feels her spine freezing.

"Tea party today. What do you mean you're taking a seat on the way?

Miriam had always been bad at asking her sister without asking nicely.

While his parents and brother adore Miriam, Alexia alone has always been harsh on Miriam.

"No matter how much your mother forgave you, you probably don't have enough human awareness in the Marquis? Tea parties are also places for socializing. Or are you going to play?

"... I can't help it."

Alessia sighs at Miriam, who shrinks herself to absolute zero.

"From now on, be careful. Let us not forget the majesty of the Marquises, one by one, in our actions. If anything happens to the Marquises, it will threaten the lives of their people."

"... yes"

Alexia is always right. Miriam, who tended to be spoiled, did not become a selfish lady because of Alexia's presence, but Miriam was just afraid and could not say that her sisters were good friends.

"I'm going back to my room."

And when he said so, and was about to pass by Alessia, he was called to desist.

"... you gave that dress to the central witch, didn't you? Did you thank her properly?

Looking around Kurli and Miriam, you can see the dresses given to you by the witches.

"It's very different from the dress you always choose, but did you like this color, shape?

"Until now, I've avoided thinking that it doesn't suit me, but I think the witch is better this way... And I don't hate it either."

"... yes. I'm sorry to call you back. That's enough."

(The dress... I don't think it suits me... after all, maybe it doesn't suit me)

A little disappointed by her sister's suggestion, Miriam entered her room.

I never looked back and came to my room, so I didn't realize that my sister had been looking at herself ever since.

"You loved it... bright colors..."

Miriam did not receive the words that spilled.

When Miriam returned to his room, he sat in front of the mirror and remembered the words of the witches.

"Your walnut hair is like Fel and Anna... and the color of your parents' hair is really nice."

Count what you have. I don't think it's that different, I think it's that same. "

Whatever you say, you're Fel and Anna's daughter. You're from the Marquis de Caparoni. "

No matter how much my family loved me, I couldn't help it. No, because I knew that I was loved, I felt itchy because I couldn't be recognized by my surroundings.

But the witches admitted that they were the daughter of the Caparoni family.

My father and mother's daughter. She told me it was similar.

Miriam couldn't bear it. Someone admitted it. That alone made me feel like going up to heaven.

"The eyebrows and the color of the eyes were your father, your nose was your mother, and she said that this hair habit was similar to that of a young mother."

Miriam gently touched her eyebrows, her nose and her hair.

"Count what I have in the same place. I wonder why I've never done that before..."

Miriam gently closed her eyes and thanked her for meeting today.

The three witches of the Savior are the most revered beings in this country. Even if I climbed the castle and asked for a glimpse, I thought I would never see the witches again.

No way, I didn't expect to be strongly (...) summoned (...) by the witches' tea parties many times in the future, and the evening at Caparoni Mansion went late.