Hated Young Lady Accepts Her Fate

"So, why did you come to see Leon?

"What is it, from a stick to a stick?"

Arthur walking forward asks me abruptly and raises his face. I wonder where you're headed after all, these glasses.

"I'm going home the same way, so I thought you wouldn't have to bother talking to me at school."

"... we have a situation."

You're touching places that people don't want to be touched.

Arthur looked back at me, so I frowned and stared back at him.

"In the first place, your student council is where it all started."

"What do you mean?

"... well, Mr. Alston is a student council officer, and I need to tell you something."

While walking, I talk about Esther's invitation to a student council tea party and her attempt to say no to her brother.

"I see. Was that what happened at yesterday's tea party?"

"Oh, you didn't attend yesterday's tea party?

"Oh, I... and here we are"

Apparently, we've reached our destination. I didn't realize it at all because I was obsessed with talking.

Take your gaze off Arthur and finally understand where it is. We arrived in the cafeteria in the west wing.

"You wanted to come to the dining room? But why bother going all the way to this building..."

That's what I ask, wondering. The dining room is also in the east wing. I don't know why I need to come all the way to this western wing dining room.

"Oh, Alex likes the baked treats here. Without this at tee time, I'm in a bad mood."

He marvels as he goes on through the dining room explaining so and straight into the cooking area with Stasta. Nobility, that's also unprecedented for a student council officer to step into a cooking area. But based on his natural condition, he may be used to these things.

For the third time, anyway, I'm not the kind of lady who steps into a cooking area right now. Although I was concerned, I did not get to the kitchen and asked how it was from a short distance away.

After a while, Arthur comes out of the dining room with a large plate with a lid on one hand and a paper napkin wrapped in something on the other.

"Look, take it. Apologize earlier."

"What? What is it?

When I received and opened the package, which was never touched by me but pressed hard, there were several cookies inside.

Apparently, Arthur brought me to the dining room to give this to him. As for apologizing, you think you're sorry about earlier... that's surprising.

You might want to do a little review, what an arrowhead I thought, Arthur's word blows everything away.

"Try it."

"... what?

They said something terrible, so I ask Arthur again if I heard it wrong.

"We can't just take it back to class like that. You should eat it here."

"Do you know what you're talking about?

In front of the kitchen, standing up, eating cookies wrapped in napkins, they say that to the nobleman's maid.

Assuming no one is there, Arthur is still in front of us. No matter how many freak glasses, Arthur is the son of a nobleman, no matter how rotten he is. In front of him, he's telling me to do something barbaric without knowing such manners. After all, it's not on a level where there's no common sense.

Arthur shakes his head and opens his mouth to see if such an idea was in his face.

"Now, I'm not going to say anything about courtesy or manipulation. Never mind."

In Arthur's words, bitter thoughts ensue.

Well, for the third time I would have eaten without worrying. Instead, I said something similar to the servants and Esther. 'Cause at that time, I didn't care if you were noble or civilian, and I tried not to be prejudiced.

But I'm not the one fate wanted. I am only a noble lady of the Wellbelsley family, a hater.

And no matter how much you fix it, nobles are nobles and civilians are civilians. How odd I was to say and understand to them, because in the end I could not abandon my present life, which is aristocratic. I'm sure fate would have seen it through. So I ate a terrible tail return.

"... Yeah, you wouldn't mind going in and out of the restaurant. But I do care. And if you say so much, I hope you enjoy it."

To be honest, I can't resist eating cookies here like this. I don't think Arthur's suggestion could be insane, but it's normal if it's not limited to nobility and royalty.

But unfortunately, I am a nobleman, and accepting it is an act that discredits the name of the house and myself. In fact, in the third acquittal, he was very accused of the matter by other nobles.

I have pride and pride in who I am today. If this is what destiny wants, no matter how heartless the act is, I am no longer lost.

I raise my chin and offer Arthur the wrap in my hand. But Arthur doesn't want to take it.

"That's what I offered Miss Wellbellsley. If you don't need it, you can dispose of it."

I giggle at Arthur's words to get my will. It's superior. Let me show you where my lady's name isn't Dada. I stare at him thoughtfully, open my mouth and breathe in.

Trying to slap cookies with cursing words...... couldn't.

Because when Arthur took every napkin cookie at tremendous speed, he threw it into my mouth.

"Huh!?

"I didn't know you were really going to throw it away. Besides, just outside the cooking area."

Not if you care, such as Arthur, who looks frightened. My mouth is full of cookies. One by one, though not so big, they put together a few pieces.

What an embarrassment for a maid to cheek her food all over her mouth. But I don't want to spit it out any more. I bite cookies desperately trying to get rid of my mouth.

Crisp, comfortable teeth. And the good aroma of butter and ginger spreads in my mouth. Simple, but that's why I can ask how good the maker is with his arms...... yeah, I see.

"... that's delicious"

Forget the anger, too, and leak it so unexpectedly. That was such a delicious cookie.

If there was tea here, it would have been so wonderful...... very tasty but thirsty.

"I guess so. Alex is gonna love it."

"Sure it tasted great, but you're too rude for anything you want!

"We're each other. Never mind."

"What is it with each other! But I've never had more delicious cookies here before..."

"Actually, West Hall chefs are good at baking sweets. I don't usually bake cookies or anything myself, but I have them baked on special occasions at student council tea times. Don't be ridiculous."

"Really? You know a lot about it, do you like sweets?

"Seems so. I have a hobby that doesn't look good."

"I didn't ask about Alex, I asked about you."

Sure, a lot of people are surprised to hear that Alex likes sweets.

But the question now is not to Alex, but to Arthur. Really, it's a conversationless pair of glasses.

"Right. If you ate, it's time to go, I have to get this plate to the salon."

"Oh, you'll have it yourself? Your behavior from earlier is like being a small-timer."

Arthur is a member of the Student Council. The households and grades are perfectly better than the students around there. I wonder what it would be like for him to work himself down.

All you have to do is tell your servant to prepare this cookie by lunch break. It is not possible to keep a butler or servant at all times, but it is permitted to ask for chores, etc. Especially if it's a student council, it should go through some impotence.

Arthur walks out of the dining room without worrying about this, but on second thought, we should have just broken up here and gone back to class. I missed the timing.

"He likes me and he's doing it. Besides, I'm being absent from my lunch break tea party. It's like that sin."

"Oh, so you didn't know about yesterday."

"Hmm. But if that's what's happening, I regret I should have been there yesterday"

"... it's a bad taste."

"Not really, maybe this time it'll be important. For you, for the school."

"That's right."

Problems with the school would be like what I told Esther in the morning.

But my personal problem is…

"Aside from my fiancé, Miss Wellbellsley, I invite a civilian girl to the salon. And probably more often in the future."

"Besides, that's what my fiancée's brother would call silent."

"What, did you understand"

Arthur, with a slight eye opening, glances back. To me in a calm way, I didn't seem to think I understood the situation.

Of course, I know how much of a problem that is. In the middle of the loop, I was humiliated and saddened and dramatically exalted over the matter many times, but it is also the fourth time that I get to the boulder that I come to an agreement. Well, I'll do everything in my power to interrupt and harass you.

"It would be obvious. So I went out of my way to see your brother to talk about it."

Speaking of which, you said that.

Well, the first time I couldn't interfere properly, and the second time I dared miss that, and the third time I took care of my smile and dropped it off. What will happen this time......

"I was sure I heard you earlier, but it must have been Alex who called that young lady to the salon"

"Yeah, I guess so. He liked her."

"Then I just told Leon that it would be hard to convince Alex"

……

Surely I don't think Alex would honestly listen to Leon.... On the contrary, don't say that it's suspicious that my brother might honestly listen to me.

But I still think it's more possible to sue my brother than to sue Alex directly. Though my brother hates me and falls cold, he is inherently a very righteous and serious person. Well, that's why me and the horse don't fit.

Thinking about it all, I just walk after Arthur in front of me. From time to time I felt my gaze from him, but I never lifted my face as I leaned down.

"Will the next break be coming too?

"What?"

We walked silently with each other for a while, but Arthur stopped at the pretend and looked back at this one.

"I'll keep Leon for the rest of the day. Just have lunch break and time to talk."

"... what is it all of a sudden?

"There's no reason why I won't support a woman when she says she'll work hard."

I don't laugh or dye my cheeks, I say that with no expression. I really don't know what these glasses are thinking.

"Well, next time off, I hope you feel safe coming"

Arthur, who turns his back and walks out as he says so, is followed and tries to step out. But if you look closely, this is a crossing between the West and East Wings. When did they come back?

"I wonder if those glasses are going to be there..."

Discussion with my brother, who was even heavily concerned, adds further weight. Hi. It doesn't work when glasses are involved.

Perhaps I won't be able to keep my own pace because I can't predict my actions.

"Perhaps Alston-sama is not our greatest enemy this time..."

Especially with eyeglasses. For what I've never had interaction with before, it's horrible from now on. This is why I don't like Irregular.

The discussion of the next holiday hour is sure to turn into hell.

"But, well, it can't be worse than before, can it?"

Yes, I encourage myself, and I walk out to go back to class.

The wind-dancing flag of the landscape seen through the window caught my eye reluctantly.