Me and my brother were invited to Misaki-san's house.
My brother and I visited Misaki's house with a souvenir brought to my mother as an example.
The servant at Misaki-san's house greeted me this time.
We enter the room guided by the servant and sit in the chair where he tells us to sit.
There are only two chairs available. Is that it? I don't have enough for Misaki-san.
Me and my brother face each other.
I tried to ask the servant, but the servant left the room sassy.
When I was left behind and my brother was tilting his neck, I heard a tonne, and a knock.
And then I came in...
"Welcome, welcome to the Tea Party"
It was Misaki-san with a tea set in her hand.
No, you just have a tea set in your hand. The problem is Misaki-san's outfit.
"Misaki...? What happened to that outfit?
"Hehe. Does it look good on you?
What Misaki-san wears is a so-called made-up outfit.
This low decorative upper knee length apron dress is based on white and black. It would be Victorian maid style. I wear it to white brim and my hair is well wrapped up.
I go to made-to-measure coffee every day if I have a made-to-measure coffee with a maid like this. Absolutely. And get the omelet to paint. I'd also like to get a two-shot photo if possible.
"Sister, come back to reality"
"Ha."
I shouldn't. I seem to have traveled to a world of paranoia with too many maids of angels. Dear Misaki, what a horrible child.
"Today we (...) will do our best to welcome you. Take your time."
"We… we (...) …?"
What do you mean, "we"?
When I almost lean my neck, I get knocked at the right time.
We gaze at nature and at the door.
"... excuse me"
That's what I came in for, Lotus View.
"Ha, ha, mi... sama...?
"Seriously..."
Me and my brother were upset by the way Lotus looked.
Because Lotus was dressed as a butler.
Plus, I usually have my forehead exactly up that I'm lowering.
And again, the butler's outfit suits him terribly.
Exactly a competent deacon, etc.
It takes advantage of its cool appearance. The butler with whom he is. Coffee will surely queue. And nominations must be gathered for all the lotus sights, and the eyes of jealousy and envy must be turned from colleagues.
But for God's sake. Here, we have all the angel maids and competent deacons. Right, this is heaven?
The appearance of two people in line is eye bliss. I want to take a picture.
Thank you, the one who gave birth to the cosplay.
"Sister...... I know how you feel, but come back"
"Ha."
I seem to have traveled to a world of paranoia again due to so much shock.
It's good to have my brother with me. Without my brother I would never have come back from a world of paranoia my whole life.
"Both of you...... why are you dressed like that?
"A little, thank you."
"Thank you?"
Did I do anything to thank Misaki and the others? The opposite is true, but I don't remember doing anything you could thank me for.
"You look like you have no idea. We may not know you, but we do. So why don't you give us all the best hospitality today?
"Ha...... ok"
"What about me...?
"Rinhua tells me that you are studying hard for the exam. That's why I want you to hang out with us today for bone break. You're the kid who's going to be our junior next year, don't you think there's no harm in interacting from now on?
"Well, sure... right"
"And I wanted to see Rinhua-san's proud brother, because there is one."
"Misaki......!
"Ha ha..."
Me and my brother lit up together.
No, it's true. I knew it would be embarrassing to be told in front of him.
"Come on, let's start a tea party"
Misaki-san seems to enjoy herself, brewing out tea.
Lotus also imitated Misaki-san and brewed out tea.
Lotus sees my tea, but Misaki-san brews my brother's tea.
"Enjoy it, my lord"
Me and my brother almost blew out the tea we were about to drink.
Misaki-san looked worried about our sister and brother's back, and Lotus rubbed it with the usual faceless expression.
"Misaki-san?
"What is it, lady?
Misaki-san looks like she's having fun. Misaki-san seems to enjoy it more than anything, but I can't do it today.
"Where did you find out about this?
"I heard your friends around you talking. It's fashionable."
Who, who gave Misaki-san the knowledge she didn't need? I will punish you by heaven.
If you just dress as a maid and normally brew me tea, fine.
But don't call me your husband. Out. My feelings.
Misaki-san is my admirer. Only people in that world would be happy to be told your husband by someone they admire.
I can't. I'm not willing to stick my foot in a world like that.
"Misaki... could you stop saying your husband..."
"Why? Something could have gone wrong..."
It's crazy. It's very strange. It's not a good word Misaki said.
I can't tell Misaki-san how depressed I am.
"Do you say it's strange... do you say you feel uncomfortable... my brother has also hardened too much of the shock... for the peace of mind of our hearts, please don't your husband, because as long as he's not your husband, he'll be fine!
"Yes...? Too bad..."
Unfortunately, Misaki seems to have given up. Good.
While Misaki-san's husband stopped calling, Lotus had brought a small wagon.
When? I didn't realize Lotus was gone, I... That's a competent butler.
"This is my cake. Lady, don't hesitate to tell us what you like."
To the polite tone of the unfamiliar Lotus View, this time I froze.
Who's in front of you?
What, Lotus? Is this a lotus look? Seriously.
Seeing me solidifying, Lotus sighed. I'm really dissatisfied.
But you're the one who put the magic of petrification on me.
"My recommendation is this apple pie. Ma'am, if you can't seem to decide, don't hesitate to eat this."
"Well, then I'll take that..."
When I answered so painfully, Lotus smiled. I've never seen a smile like that before, but could this be a sales smile?
Can you be that deacon!?
Lotus saw put a slice of apple pie on a plate that had been cut apart and put it in front of me.
The behavior was more graceful and seemed like a real butler.
Really, I was half impressed with what Lotus could do, and I took a bite of the apple pie that I had taken.
"Yummy......!
Unexpectedly I smile.
The apple pie Lotus said I recommend was the best apple pie I've ever had.
The crisp texture and bitterness of the pie dough and the sweetness and acidity of the apple filling go perfectly together to really taste good. This is in the hall...... no, you shouldn't. This is a spare house. It's not my home. So no hall eating. My mother scolds me if I don't.
"Good."
She looked at me smiling and eating apple pie, and Lotus said with a smile she was relieved.
"This apple pie is so delicious. Which apple pie is it? I'd love to eat at home."
"This is..."
Lotus sight mouths like a little trouble.
I wonder what's wrong. It doesn't look like lotus sight.
Misaki-san laughs when she sees such a lotus look.
Lotus stares lightly at Misaki, who is laughing.
Yeah, you're close. I wonder if getting along is a good thing.
"This... that... I made it..."
The fact of the shock I heard from Lotus View, who finally opened his mouth.
What... Lotus View made this... so?
I accidentally opened my mouth and looked at Lotus.
I get reprimanded for "shutting my mouth" from the side, but I wasn't there.
'Cause can you believe Lotus made this apple pie? The answer is no.
If it's true, you're a pro-face loser. It's a level where you can quickly become a pastry chef and open a shop.
I kept staring at Lotus without worrying that my brother would force me to shut my mouth. I can't breathe a bit.
Lotus is looking uncomfortable.
I screamed in my heart, seriously, at how Lotus looked.
"All the things lined up in this wagon were made by Yuki."
Misaki-san still couldn't seem to stop laughing, she said with a laugh.
Did Lotus Watch make all this?
My brother was also looking at Lotus as a surprise. Because of the surprise, my hand that kept my mouth shut broke away. All right, now I can breathe out of my mouth.
I immediately asked Lotus to take one of the items lined up in the wagon.
There were five treats on the wagon: cookies, financiers, muffins, pound cakes and apple pies.
I eat other than the apple pie I ate first.
... all delicious.
I don't know what to do, I feel like Lotus is more of a woman than I am. I always have a handkerchief.
What the hell, this sense of defeat?