That's how the lunch break is.

Mary was eating with Addy and, for some reason, Alicia, who has naturally followed us to the dining room lately.

- Mary's pride in seeking to fall, saying 'lunch with me' and so on, is as if she can't look directly at the current state of her friends -

"Chip the bread more elegantly. You're gonna drop so many shards, even a pigeon in the courtyard?

And, again today, Mary rumbles at Alicia.

but said Alicia looked at her knee once again and noticed a shard of bread or said, "I'll be careful!" She blushed her cheeks. As such, he carefully chops the bread, taking care not to drop the shards.

The figure is irresistible, but it seems classy and courteous.... even though the true maid next door is a bowl of rice today.

"Well, it's certainly quite difficult to chip bread,"

is Addy, who sits across from Mary and carries it to her mouth by cutting the steak she's used to with her hands.

Needless to say, as always, it would be extravagant if his menu did. But my husband (Mary), who was supposed to blame the luxury of his squire, said, "Well, you can eat such heavy food from noon. I wonder if you have a strong stomach" and I admire it in a completely different way, so I can't help but promote it.

"Remember the manners of the meal first. If you step on their feet at a dance, for example, but say" I'm nervous "a little red on their cheeks, they'll forgive you for being in a good mood, but the manners of the meal won't work either. Once in your seat, you will always be seen and ordained from that moment on."

"Hey, that's kind of scary...... I need to work harder too"

"Don't worry, your manners aren't worth dictating right now. But I'll tell you what," I watch my manners "is just ugly in the dining room. Lady, gracefully, softly, then it must be perfect manners."

"Ugh... it's a far world to me..."

"Of course not, that's not what a country girl can do overnight. Well, when I'm about to, I'll smile and tear Munich Nerbread apart."

Addy nods, "That's amazing," to Mary, who laughs proudly.

I don't know what that bread is. Alicia - naturally, I don't even know how hard it is - just turns her respect to Mary.

and it is Patrick who has brought the student council officers to such a place.

Usually when they show up, the yellow voice rises as soon as possible, but only today because of what happened this morning. It quiets down with Singh, and it is transmitted in the heterogeneous air that everyone asks how it is on the side. Even the students on the terrace care about the flickering, and at the end of the day, the people who were eating upstairs come down with trays in white.

I regretted in my heart that Mary "specified this time was a mistake" on that wild horse gut, but of course I can't throw it back because I'm the one who mentioned it.

I had no choice but to smile lovingly and bow my head gently, "Hello, everyone," he said.

As Addy rises and bows his head deeply at that moment, I guess it's handled as done with this morning in him. In contrast, Alicia, who sees Patrick or instantly swells her cheeks with puk and splashes bread lavishly, is still angry or something like that?

Mary smiled small and bitter at the two opposing parties - they reacted with Mary in mind, even though they were partial. That's funny again - I called out to the student council officers swimming their gaze in a state of tension to give them a canoe as well.

"I'm sorry for your loss this morning. I was feeling a little sick."

"Yes, no, it's us who should apologize. I swallowed up the wrong information and humiliated you in front of a lot of people."

I want you to forgive me, if the vice chairman bows his head, and the others continue to signal it. Patrick, who was the only one raising his head, also panicked and lowered his head when he noticed Alicia tearing the bread with a puffy surface.

Apparently, it turns out the authenticity of 'solid evidence' that made me think it was all Mary's fault. If so, the truth and the culprit behind it are also concerned, but we decided that we could not talk about it here.

I'm just wondering who the real killer is, but that's just a story I need to ask Patrick once the case is solved and let Addy look for him. I'm not willing to talk about it here now and even give the wild horses dessert.

That's why Mary spoke calmly to the student council officers who still had their heads bowed in an attempt to just finish the conversation.

"I was concerned, too, and you all misunderstood. It's about admitting each other's inappropriateness, isn't it?"

"Miss Mary... we are ashamed of our immaturity for letting you care so much"

"Oh, we're here because we're immature.... but"

Mary dropped her voice color on the lid.

Everyone glances at her for what the hell's wrong with that attitude of lowering her eyebrow butt and letting her gaze into confusion.

How dare you whine about Mary when she says, "I'm scared." A man can stir up everyone's appetite for protection, making them feel so weak and weak that even women want to help.

- It is also successful that Addy gently drew the bowl to herself, perceiving what Mary wanted to say, rather playing -

"I can't believe you're in this school doing such a terrible thing to Alicia... I kind of got scared"

"Rest assured. Already the killer has eyes on him and is under our watch. I won't let you or Alicia ever come near me again."

"I was relieved to hear that. That's the students' union people. Keep up the good work for the peace of the school."

"Ha... yes, of course!

If I told them in the dark that I was unwilling to recall, they corrected my spine with relief.

That's how I bow my head deeply once, after the dining room. Its back is already the usual them themselves, even a hot sigh came up from some.

Patrick was also relieved to see that the swelling bread chipper (Alicia) was in a somewhat better mood as well as they were, throwing bread into his mouth despite his obstinate expression, and left with a bitter smile saying "bye".

After a while, the dining room regained its liveliness again, and now Mary exhales deeply when she has a paragraph.

Isn't it a medium heavy labor for sickness? Besides, the ambient gaze directed at the flicker is uncomfortable.

You perceived Mary's fatigue like that, and Addy calls out to me, "Good luck". In contrast, Mary laughed niggly.

"It's cute compared to someone else, with all that rambling and disrespect."

And I gave it back.

My aunt in the dining room.

"The lady from the bowl rice, she said it was a wisdom fever?

and spoke happily, and it was only a few minutes after that that that Mary stomped Addy's feet under the table, smiling gracefully.