Dogagagagagaga......

"... Shut up"

Sage who was still reading today in the aerial garden of the Royal Castle alternative facility, listening to the sound of rain. There seemed to be some loud noise coming down from above his head like that.

"(Modification of energy…. Yesterday it was quiet...)"

and a wise man looking up at the sky, remembering the explanation the Energy sisters were saying yesterday at Victor's mansion. But there's the roof of the cafe terrace that blocks the rain grains... He couldn't have wanted the energy hull on the roof directly.

"(Well, it's not enough to be unbearable, so concentrate... what?... polynitrogen bomb? What is this......)"

and when I saw the unintelligible wording written in the SF-based novel that I had found in the library of the Royal Castle Alternative Facility (Forbidden Bookshelf), Sage leaned his neck --

"Ah, wise man. Reading again?

—— Yuki appears on the spot. However, she wasn't the only one who came.

"Oh Yuki...... and hello to Eve and Marie too"

"Hello, maybe! Sage."

"Hello!

That's what I said, Eve and Rosemary bowing their heads at the same time.

A wise man asks against the three Yuki like that.

"What's wrong? Even though it's raining, I can't believe the cafe..."

"It's just a walk. When I'm studying at Master Catalina's, my body is going to harden into a cocoon because I'm really going to stay seated..."

"Is that what you mean...... And Eve and Marie?

"Yeah? Eve may not be close to Master Catalina, so maybe he's not breathing, is he? Uh hey... I was cleaning the castle and I might have met Yuki there, so Eve and I might have come along for a walk."

"Yes! It's me (the servant) serving Yuki!

"Well... thank you for your patience (rather than being wrong, you're right...)"

"I have two reliable men, and I'm a happy man."

With that said, Yuki tries to stroke the heads of the two girls. But just before that, her hand stopped because the other person was Eve?

"Ah..." Perfect

"... eh"

"I'm sorry Eve...... You didn't like being stroked..."

"Chi, no..." puffy

And when Eve has an extremely sorry look on his face...... You haven't noticed that, sage keeps the word.

"Guys, tea here?

"No, you can't take it slow because if you're resting too long, your teacher will piss you off. But... right. Because of this, I think I'll still have just one drink."

"Really? Then I'll pay."

"What..."

"Hmm? Are you discouraged? I always take care of you, so to this extent, let me pay. You don't mind if Eve and Marie ask for whatever you want, do you?

"Uh... maybe thank you? Sage."

"Thank you! Sage."

"Oh really... then sweeten to your words... (cafe here... I guess you shouldn't say women are free...)"

So, three Yuki sitting in a chair with the Eves and glancing at the menu table.

Then Yuki asked for black coffee, Eve for pancakes and tea, and Rosemary for a parfait......

"Yes, please?" Catan

Products came out soon because there were only 4 guests.

Results ——

"It may look delicious!

"Yes!

—— Eve and Rosemary swinging their tails beside each other in a delightful manner that was drooling them from the back of their seated chairs. Then they say, "I'll have it" all together, then they put their hands on it...

Yuki asks Eve if she has any thoughts about the situation.

"Eve...... you really like pancakes?

"Hey, Eve, maybe you don't think you can talk about life without a pancake anymore."

"Oh yeah...... But when you were in Boreas, did you sell pancakes in town?

"Maybe there wasn't, was there? So, and - you could have made it for me once in a while! It's a hometown treat!

"Really...... What do you say? The flavour of the pancakes here..."

and Yuki asking about flavor against Eve.

Then Eve says something like this, looking serious.

"... I may have feelings for the general public and amateurs, and for professionals... good for professionals?

"Yes, no... for the general public..."

"Oh? Mm-hmm..."

And a review of Eve's pancakes to begin with. Even though the question remained as to whether it was intended for the general public... At least it seemed to be an important sentiment for a cafe terrace clerk, and she seemed desperate to take notes.