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

"Oh, what's wrong, Millie? Millie is so beautiful. I wonder if it's more cute than beautiful."

Miriam shook her neck to the side of Beatrice's words.

"Thank you very much. But I know. I don't have golden hair or purple crystal eyes that shine like my brother or sister. Brown eyes on ordinary brown hair with habits. She's still short, and her body doesn't look like a woman at all."

"Ahhh, it certainly feels scarce in the unevenness!"

Valeria looks at Miriam in mourning.

"Nh! Leah, I'm not gonna let this mess in! Is Millie depressed compared to her brother and sister?

"No, it's not."

Miriam shook his neck again.

Beatrice gently strokes her back, desperately trying to bear the tears.

"My family takes care of me very much. My sister is... tough, but I know she's loved so much by her parents and brother."

Yeah, I guess so.

"That's why I'm pathetic. Whether I go to a tea party or a night party, I am not recognized as a Caparoni at all times. No one will recognize me as Miriam Farina Caparoni, even though I am there. I'm sure I'm not beautiful at all!

"Ahh, you've been holding back a lot."

Finally, Miriam sits on a chair with her hands covering her face and crying, and Beatrice pours tea into the cup.

"Calm down, Millie. Now, have some tea first."

Miriam receives the cup offered and slowly puts it in her mouth.

As warm things pass through your throat, your disturbed mind calms down somewhat.

Warm tea seems to be freshly brewed, but there have been no waiters, maids, or maids since. I don't think the pots on the round table have ever been replaced since I came here, but has anyone re-brewed them? I doubt it.

"Hey, Millie. You just said you don't have golden hair or purple crystal eyes shining like oniisama or onee-sama. I have ordinary brown hair and brown eyes with habits."

"... yes"

Beatrice gently wraps Miriam's hands around her, and she smiles like flowers.

"Your walnut hair is Fel and Anna... and it's a lovely color that mixes the colors of your parents' hair. And as I mentioned earlier, my eyes are the same hazel as Fel's. It's not purple crystal eyes like Anna's, but it's not the only one of my brothers and sisters that matches your father. And this cute hair habit looks just like Anna when she was young! Fufu"

Miriam raised his face with happiness to Beatrice's words.

"Millie, when I count the things that aren't there, it's just going to be vain. I don't have it anyway. So count what you have. I don't think it's that different. I think it's that same.

"That's right! Whatever you say, you're Fel and Anna's daughter. You're from the Marquis of Caparoni. You're not messing with the moisture. It stinks."

"Ladies and gentlemen..."

Miriam felt that the three words had removed the thorns that had been on her chest all along.

(I am a man of the Marquis of Caparoni. No matter what anyone says, it's your father and your mother's daughter.)

"Besides, I don't know what to say, but I think Millie is such a beautiful girl in public sense. But I don't know, fufu, it's too bad to compare... hey. Ufufufu"

"Your unhappiness has been surrounded by that beautiful family since birth! Compared to every day like that, it would be humiliating, and the aesthetic feeling would be crazy. Really stupid."

"Without twisting it, don't feel the love from your family where it's just a little stifling. Hahaha"

Miriam half-eyed that it was ruined even though I was thinking of reviewing it a little.