Me and your father went home with Mina, who lost her parents and became an orphan in the battle against Behemoth.
Along the way, your father sends his wife to stop by her home and ask Mina to pick up clothes and more that she will need for the moment.
And while she was packing, your father explained the situation to the landlord who lived in the same collective home, telling her that the room she lived in with her parents until her heart decided would continue to rent as it was, paying the rent in advance.
For her to continue to live, this house, which will remain the shape of her parents, decided to remain intact until Mina was able to sort out her and her parents' memories.
Thus, on the roundabout, he returns home, and your father first informs Sebastian, the butler who divides the house, of the circumstances and future policies regarding Mina.
Mina was to be kept in the guest room for the time being. Even though she is a civilian, she is the depositary whose father decided to keep her figure. Sebastian, who guided Mina to the guest room, explained yes to Mina and told her not to hesitate to use the room.
Mina, when she finally sat on the bed alone in the room, was concerned about the elasticity of that bed and tried to jump, pimp. I've never had a fuzzy futon like this before. As he pressed that puffy feeling onto his peach cheek, the soft bed gently received the wounded kitten, and that day he kept sleeping until it was time for his meal and the maid called him.
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Dinner time.
I treat myself as a 'guest', so the meal was with everyone in the Preslaria family.... Me, I don't even know how to do it, but be nervous. As an expression of that mood, my bright white tail slowly lowers and shakes unconsciously and unconsciously.
That was the time.
"Let me put the bread down"
That being said, my samurai sister tries to put the bread pinched with a thong on a plate for placing my bread. Just as beautiful as I've never seen of it, Manru's bread blurs my nostrils, and the fragrant smell and just a hint of fruit tickles my nasal cavity.
Curious, the tail pins! I did.
Pinned, just at the tip of the tail, creaking.
'Wow, I want this! Can I eat?
I observed everyone in the Preslaria family around me, and you were all reaching for the bread, so I take the bread too.
"... Soft"
The bread snapped easier in my hand.
"Mina, this bread looks delicious, doesn't it?
Lady Lehms called out that she was Mr. Daisy's brother. A little older than me, he was a gentle boy with light watery hair and eyes with his father, Lord Henry. Soft, deflected eyes are tender.
"This bread is called" Fluffy Bread "made by Daisy in Alchemy!
That explains to me that Daisy's sister, Dalia. Mr. Dahlia is a little happy looking lady with her mother's apple green hair and eyes.
"It's best when it's warm, try it"
Even Daisy, who says he is the inventor of that mysterious bread, recommended him with a nicotine smile.
Mr. Daisy like that, in her mother's Apple Green hair, and her father's Aquamarine eyes.
"Okay, I'll take it..."
Smash the bread small enough to fit into your mouth. Then the scent of fluffy fruit and alcohol plunders the tip of the nose.
"Wow, that smells good..."
I admire the scent. And Pakli.
Mm-hmm! Fluffy!
My tail is patchy. Oh, no, you're not behaving like this!
Something tells me Mr. Rames is smiling at my tail!
"Oh, you know, this bread is so delicious! And then I was so impressed that my tail moved...... sorry for your bad behavior"
I bow my head to you all as I turn bright red.
Then Master Henry, the head of the Preslaria family, laughed and said it was okay.
"Yes, don't worry too much about being tough."
Dear Rosemary also follows me.
"Speaking of which, Daisy said she wanted to make more different bread too."
You kept the subject away from me, Mr. Remus spoke to Mr. Daisy.
"It is. It's called" Danish, "and now it's in the book how to make" crispy "bread, and I want to try that, too."
You imagine a very nice piece of bread, Mr. Daisy's face is Nico.
"Is it 'crispy' bread? That's strange. I'd like to try it..."
Um, what kind of bread is that? I can't imagine.
"Then next time Daisy makes it, if I'm not interrupting, you should invite Mina too!
As you came up with a good thing, Mr. Dahlia pounds, and slaps his hands with both hands.
"That's lovely! Mr. Mina, why don't you join us next time?
Tilt your neck, and you invited me.
"Yes! Absolutely! I love your food too, so I'm very curious!
... One thing I could look forward to in me that was filled with sadness. I'm sure thanks to all the Presslarians who care.
After that, I was able to relieve my nervousness and enjoy the meal and the conversation.