Labyrinth Restaurant

Well, it was a few days after Alice and the Demon King went out together.

"Isn't it unfair that Alice is the only one dating the Demon King while people are studying? In short, I was so jealous, let's go out with me, too, shall we? Both of us."

"Oh, yes."

Lisa, who had successfully completed her school exam period, was inviting the Demon King on a date with a fortitude that was not even patterned. Lisa's relationship with Alice is basically good, but it's not like she never gets the feeling that she's jealous or jealous.

You might say that if you tried it on Alice at the time, your head was white and you couldn't afford to enjoy it, but that's it. Lisa also has a desire to try something that sounds like a lover, like drinking one drink for two or enjoying shopping alone before then.

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Okay, well, in a few more days like that.

"You've always wanted to come to the store here, from friends in your class. Parfait with plenty of brand varieties seems to be a specialty."

"Yes, it looks delicious."

Lisa and the Demon King were both visiting a coffee shop where Parfait was famous.

The location is downtown about three stops from Lisa's parents' nearest station.

After noon on Sunday, the inside and outside of the store are busy with a lot of people.

"Oh, I think my seat is empty."

"You're lucky you didn't have to line up too much."

The two of them, guided to their seats after a short wait, pick the menu quickly.

"As a natural favor for a specialty parfait... whoa, it's pretty strong for nearly 2,000 yen for a cup of parfait. But considering the number of customers per day, the purchase value and average sales per group is probably about this… Yeah, it's more of a bargain than a percentage."

"Uh, if you're talking about money, I'll give it to you, so you don't have to worry about it, okay?

"Oh, no. I'm still getting paid for this, and it's not like you don't have enough money or something. Does this also call it a kind of occupational disease? Or maybe it's the aftermath of a math test study."

Lisa started calculating by switching to work mode half unconsciously by entering a restaurant, but today is a fun date day. I consciously switched my thoughts to something for off.

"Speaking of which, I've never seen your clothes today, but they're adorable"

"Oh, really? I actually bought a new one for today."

"Did you possibly shorten your hair a little? That's cute."

"Eh heh heh, you know what I mean? Actually, yesterday at the beauty salon."

Honestly, as for Lisa, I hardly expected a dull demon king to notice the changes around it, but I've been paying attention and praise for accurately spotting the fashionable points.

Not surprisingly, of course, I don't feel bad.

Though this was the only thought that rewarded all sorts of hard work.

"Uh, then"

"Hehe, then what?

"Have you gained a little more weight than before you started studying for exams? That's cute."

"... Demon King?

Lisa gave herself an unexpectedly dosty, low voice.

The Demon King also seems to have realized that he made the wrong choice of words.

"Is that crazy? When a regular Gardo goes out with a girl, he tells me to find a difference and praise her anyway."

"If you didn't think I was like a demon king, was that what you meant? It's not like you can do anything different. You shouldn't tell a girl in particular that you've gained weight or anything. Is that good?

"I see, you'll learn."

Apparently, the devil king's attentive compliments were caused by the regular Mr. Gard's wisdom to enter. No, well, since the failure in this case is due to the low application power of the Demon King who took advice no matter what he thinks, it would be cruel to hold the advisor side accountable.

Well, Lisa also knows a lot about the character of the Demon King.

Is this also called a fallen weakness?

Of course, I don't feel bad about you noticing and praising me right away for the fine changes, but I'm too honest to come close enough to see what's missing. Trouble is.

"Thank you for waiting. Ordered Parfait and Cafe Latte."

"Ah, yes. Thank you."

Anyway, while we were talking about each other's recent situation and the recipes and ingredients we were curious about, the parfaits and drinks we were looking for were carried.

By the way, the source of the word parfait is parfait, which means "perfect" in French. Perfect if you say it in English. You think it was named after the perfect dessert?

"That's an amazing name when you think about it, isn't it? I'm not going to name the menu 'perfect' for boulders even if I come up with a recipe for creative dishes that feel good."

"I'm sure that means I was so confident"

The parfait that has been carried is a lavish serving that will only convince you that it deserves to bear the name of "perfection". There are several layers of moose and sorbet, and at the top, large, well-shaped pieces of chives are decorated to look like large wheel roses.

"I heard you talking, but the real thing is even more amazing!

"That's a very elaborate serving. That's cute."

"Yeah, really. Then the Demon King would like to add a little more vocabulary to his compliments."

No complaints about appearance.

"Oh, I'm happy..."

"Yeah, it's delicious."

And I have no complaints about the flavor at heart.

The sweetness, sourness and texture of fresh, aromatic walnuts.

It is a stunning delicacy calculated up to the change in taste to keep you from getting bored.

Lisa unwittingly loosens her cheeks, and the Demon King is about 30% more nicotine than usual. I'm sure it will be a satisfying holiday just to eat normally as it is......

"Demon King, Demon King"

"What's going on?

"Go ahead. Yes, uh"

Lisa today has a hundred and twenty point aim that exceeds a hundred points.

One of the drinks tangled with Alice and the Demon King I heard about the other day.

You seem to be looking to make a brilliant decision on an intimate lover move more than equal to that and make it exactly the perfect date. It's not like I'm not shy about doing "ahem" in public either, as Lisa.

"Yes, women are temper and liver balls!

And I was brave thinking the same thing as someone else.

And I stabbed him in the fork and pointed him at the mouth of the Demon King -,

"Hey, what a strange place to be."

"Here, Cosmos. Shh! If you talk to me, you'll find out!

Before I fed him, I heard too many familiar voices from across.