I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

Marine, who had left Violet's room, went to the kitchen to convey the Lord's request.

The kitchen staff of this mansion is divided into Violet, who has been working for a long time, and the main family, who came from the separate house with our return. Factions are poor, but they are naturally shared while each is in charge of someone they've known their preferences for a long time. Violet is in charge of food preferences and quantity distribution, and the three of us are in charge. It's a rational and easy to understand composition.

The Verhan family's complexity extends not only to its home environment, but also to its servants.

Led by the chef and Marine, Violet is not even trustworthy of our loyalty and gratitude. Someone who has served the family since the time of the house and has rounded up Violet for only a small sacrifice. A person who serves from a separate house, but has doubts about the form of the family. Who has a clear line between work and division.

Although there is not a clear distinction between factions, each of them understood the position and understood the degree of inviolability. Few people in the house will notice. I know that Violet has been truncated as a sacrifice.

"Cissy, Violet is requesting dinner."

"Oh, can I eat in my room today?"

"Yes, I'm a little... not feeling well."

Okay, got it.

Chef Shisui has been working in this house since before Violet was born. In other words, he was hired in this house at the same time as his ex-wife and my husband got married.

He was usually a busy and rustic person, but he was delicate and elaborate when it came to cooking, and above all, he had confidence and pride. So I was enthusiastic about Violet's diet, and it was quick to realize that it was counterproductive. No matter how great it is to cook, if it is painful for the person who eats it, it is synonymous with failure.

Marine is the only adult she meets who deserves respect.

Whether you realize a lie and don't pursue anything, or you don't hesitate to act. I also understood Violet's trust in him. Probably because he was the only one on my side until Marine arrived.

"They like the old salmon and potato au gratin."

"Well... if I didn't make it first, I wouldn't have enough time to cool it down. I'll call you when I can."

Thank you very much.

The head chef, who reigns as the head of the kitchen, is responsible for bringing together all the split staff. Whatever his heart may be, the food in this mansion is under his control, and Violet as well as the other three must be given mouth and hands.

Then, no matter how much time there is, it is not enough level. That's why Violet seldom talks about her requests, and Cissy doesn't fail to be prepared to prepare her favorites at any time.

(I need to collect my uniform first... and get ready for a bath. Bathing agents and oils ─ ─)

"Mari"

Yes?

"Eat this first. When you get ready, you'll run out of time to eat."

Seared toast topped with potato salad on cotton and plates. Probably arranged the rest of the morning or afternoon, but there is no deviation from what he makes. It is fragrant with crispy potatoes and mixed vegetables that are hidden everywhere. Sitting on a pure white porcelain with enough power to wake a sleeping hunger.

"I'll take it."

Out of the way.

It seems to be said that eating standing up is bad manners, but efficiency takes precedence over fear for Marine, who has no nostalgic lineage or great education. It's faster and easier for you to stand here and eat quickly than to go out of your way and eat in a chair.

I opened my mouth and grabbed it with my hand. It was delicious like junk food. Mashed potatoes and leftovers of salad such as corn and grinpeas. A straightforward flavor that did not suit complex expressions could be admired as honestly delicious, whether it was a meal or a marinade without a fat tongue.

When I hit him with a big mouth five times, the top of the plate was empty and about 60% of his stomach was filled.

"Thank you for dinner."

Hmm.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

He turned his back and ran out of the kitchen. When I looked into Violet's room, it looked like she was asleep in uniform, so I changed her clothes when she woke up and prepared a spare uniform to work on other preparations. Since someone else is in charge of cleaning the bath, Marine prepares towels and amenities and her own bath set to help you bathe if necessary.

After that, we have to check the details of the equipment, check tomorrow's schedule, and once dinner time is up, we have to show our faces to the cafeteria and tell them Violet's absence.

(Maybe it's time to get together.)

When I checked the time with my watch, it was time for people to gather in the cafeteria. Elephant and Mary Jun are usually first, while Old arrives at the last seat and starts eating. Violet always tries to get to her seat well in advance of time, but it's up to the other three to make it late.

To be honest, I'd like to ask someone to leave a message to the right person, but I can't let someone I don't trust breathe in a distorted statement. Even so, the man who interprets screws in his brain at will is the head of this house.

I stood in front of an open and glorious door, adjusting the speed of my feet and footsteps as fast as I could. In the middle of bringing in the cooked food, the table was already surrounded by three people. Kill the tongue that is about to come out in the back of your throat, and there is no anger in the expression that shreds your emotions. Instead, there is no love.

"Excuse me."

Thank you very slowly, one word at a time, so that you can't get used to not listening or not listening later.

"Violet didn't feel well, so I'll bring you dinner to your room."

"Eh... onee-sama, are you okay?

"Yes, I hope you rest well."

"Really... I'd like to see you later! Do you mind?

I don't think so ─ ─ I hid the words I was about to leave under the skin on the thickened side of the house and put my strength into the corner of my mouth so as not to hurt the mood of the tyrant behind the princess. I have to spin the word "no" as calmly as possible.

Stop it, Mary.

While Marine is fishing for a vocabulary, a muddy help ship flows. There was a man aboard the ship who never wanted to get on, packed with mood and worry. I laugh with my sinking heart that it's quite clever.

"What if you get transferred to a funny disease?"

Even if you imagine it sad, it seems that there is no daughter in the head of Mary Jun's caring man with his sad distorted expression who may be 'sick' with the ridiculous disease. Mary Jun, who worried about her father, apologizes for not thinking about herself, but doesn't even seem uncomfortable where she really should be.

It seemed like they were forcing me to watch the unfilled stage. An actor who is intoxicated with himself is pushing the impression to leave the audience behind. The show is packed, beautiful family love, etc.

(Stupid)

The number of times you see Violet scorning them and confirming a bond with each other is enough to count to one billion. At least not enough fingers on both hands and feet. It should be less than a year since you started living under the same roof, but how dare you trample down people's precious things lightly.

"Excuse me."

I know no one has seen it, but I did it again for the sake of my position and the building. Because the popularity is concentrated in the cafeteria, I don't feel the signs of people just a little further away. The kitchen should have a shisui, but many of them are driven out as tokens to decorate beautiful families.

Keep heading to Cissy, pick up Violet's dinner, and then head to your room. Violet's private room is separated from the other three, so they won't be able to mix it up even after dinner, but Mary Jun is the only one who can easily exceed that expectation.

Recently, I've finally started to see good signs.

Slowly and slowly, it took decades to finally open a small bud. I want you to bloom without any obstacles, but the place where it sprouted is the only remaining handful of normal soil from the salt damage. A strangely thinner world without dying is not funny even if it dries up as soon as it is distracted.

Carefully and with certainty. In order not to be disturbed by anyone.

All I have to do is not let the little bud die. To no one. Don't let them pick it.

Until the day when the blooming man shall be called the LORD.