Zannen Kei na Ojou-sama no Nichijou

24. Mizutanigawa House's Prototype

​Arriving at the tea room enveloped the surroundings in sweet fragrance.
 
“What, is this…”
 
My face started to cramp at the view spread before me.
 
The Japanese styled room became like that of a cake store with multicoloured bite-sized cake tightly lined together on top of a stylish table. Not only that, there’s even five trays.
 
“Maria! Today we have a small cake party!”
“This… what is it for?”
“I got them brought over from home a few moments ago! A traditional styled room and cake doesn’t match too well does it! Ufufu, I thought it’d be fun interweaving Japanese and Western creates the exquisite atmosphere for us. Today’s typically Sumire like”
“Is it fine to take off the slippers I wonder”
 
Sumire isn’t thinking of having this quantity being the serving for three people, is she? This amount is… as one would expect, unreasonable for three.
 
“Yes, yes, there’s actually a few with wasabi cream!”
“Yes?”
“Uwahahaha! The person who got the wasabi cream has to finish it! Now then, who’s the wasabi girl I wonder~”
 
Even just thinking about something like wasabi cream is horrifying. I’m bad with the hot taste.
 
Hoping a little on whether Hitomi would stop her, I obtained an apparent affirmation; she’s already given up on retorting.
 
“People who like wasabi cream like it apparently! So taking the chance, we might finding ourselves meeting a wider variety of sweets!”
“Does wasabi and cream even match?”
“Sumire’s elder brother ate it quite happily”
 
That doesn’t restrict Sumire’s brother’s sense of taste from being within the realms of normalcy.
 
“Actually, this is Mizutanigawa house’s prototype sweets!”
 
Was the Mizutanigawa house also operating in the sweets enterprise? Or so I was thinking when Sumire seemed to have understood and explained to me “Sumire’s brother’s the person wishes to enter the patisserie industry”.
 
“Third elder brother doesn’t seem to want to enter Mizutanigawa’s enterprise. Father was against it, so in opposition, he made cake after cake, almost sending it in front of father’s room every day. It’s half harassment already”
 
First, about Sumire having three brothers, I’m surprised. I wonder if Sumire being such a free person is from her brothers’ influence… I wonder what they’re like.
 
“Sumire gets along with her brothers”
“Eh? No, don’t say something like that”
“Eh”
“I hate those heretic brutes!”
 
The words that came out of Sumire was something that I wouldn’t even think of, causing me only to be able to leave my mouth half open as I flicked my eyes in surprise. I thought they’d have gotten along given the fact that she got her cake.
 
“Sumire’s brothers are good people but… they’re weird, eccentric people so, Sumire is often made to cry”
 
Just now, Hitomi… Eccentric, I remember hearing her say something about that last time.
 
“Not only that, they’re the type of people to find enjoyment in gazing ecstatically over such an environment”
“That might be a bit perverted”
“…. Well, it is a twisted form of siscon”
 
Having a sense of wanting but not wanting to see feeling, I gazed at the interested looking Sumire who’s preparing the plates and forks. Sumire might’ve been unexpectedly, having a hard time.
 
I took a deep breath upon the scene of three people surrounding the cakes in seiza with a fork in one hand. I don’t want to take the hit on wasabi cream cake but that comes with a problem of having no clue which ones they are.
 
“Maria, Hitomi… Have your preparations all set? We’re starting”
 
It was at that instant when Sumire, the first to try pick a cake where the usually deserted tea room two, had the sound of knocking before its door was opened.