As I was enjoying a conversation I didn't love with Mr. Aeren, I heard a bell announcing a visitor.
I also reacted to that sound with a conditional reflex, but today is your position! I was a proper adult.
Or, well, you know who's coming... rather, take a deep breath of calm as an adult, come on. Peace, come!
... No, that's why peace doesn't come where I cast it like a spell. You win!!
(How dare you. Mr. Aeren seems more nervous than I am.)
Squeeze your hands in front of your chest all the time, take a big, deep breath,... no, no. That much nervousness? You two are childhood friendly, so if you don't welcome him with a more frank attitude, Mr. Murietta will get weird and alert.
No, it seems like we haven't seen each other in a long time, and they've become aristocrats, and there's this tension?
But you don't have to go to the front door with that impatient look on your face... I'm worried about you the other way around!
I was unintentionally harassed, but Mr. Aeren also made a smile by switching his expression immediately as to whether the Sarasu long samurai experience was helping.
The voice she hears right towards the front door sounds like fun. Oh, I'm thrilled......!!
"Wow! I really have you, Julia!
"Murietta, there you are at times like this, right?
"No more talking like such a tutor until Ellen!!
My impression of Murietta, who raised her voice without saying hello when she came in, was that it was Murietta...
The way she swells her cheeks is pretty cute, too.
But as an elderly aristocratic warrant lady, that's out. Hey, there's no denying the possibility that it's a tea party in your body or something that makes you look innocent.
No, look, I'm seeing Mrs Mullietta flying the highlights during the fox hunt, and that was so... horror...
"Long time no see, Mr. Murietta."
"Hello, Julia! Looking good and above all!!
"If I had Murietta... how much tea party I'd have at my house, I wouldn't be dealing with other noblemen at that rate, would I?
"It's okay, it's okay to be tough and bitter like that today! Hey, Julia, okay?
"... Well, it's Mr. Aeren, and we're gathered here today to celebrate her departure as a friend."
Smile and I mouthed an unmistakable answer.
The host is only Aeren. I'll be at the top of the list in terms of identity, but I still need to take good care of the organizers' intentions there.
You're the oldest, aren't you? Leave me alone.
Mr. Murietta seemed in a very good mood today, Nico.
My impression on fox hunting was too strong, and I was a little in jeopardy about what would happen today, but somehow I don't seem to have changed very much and I should think that I'm mentally strong, a little more like this... should I think about myself and change my behavior?
"Was it Julia's carriage on the table? Look, we don't have a dedicated carriage or anything."
"Do you use a town carriage?
Well, it's natural to keep the carriage and hire you... but it costs a lot of money. It's a rather difficult story in the Baron Winner family, which has just become a nobleman, isn't it?
Well, nobility doesn't mean everyone has it, and it's nothing strange about using a town carriage to move around.
The point is, it's just a matter of having a private car or using a taxi if necessary because I don't have one.
"No, Hans sent me today!
"... is that right?"
Yeah, Mr. Hans did.
That means we're still seeing each other. No, Mr. Murietta. Do you already know that?
I mean, it's not weird that people think it has something to do with being escorted to a friend's house by the opposite sex...
"What, Miss Hans, Murietta, did you have a lover?
Mr. Murietta looked up when Mr. Aeren accidentally asked out loud with a face that looked like a heartfelt surprise. But that was instantaneous, and I immediately got a pretty smile though.
"No. Hey, I know you when you're an example giant monster, and you've been kind to me ever since! When I happened to meet him, he told me about this tea party and he was sending it to me, so it was sweet."
"Really? But shouldn't you be careful how people who see you send it to people of the opposite sex receive it?
"Yeah, 'cause when I said I was going to walk out of my house, the noble lady told me I shouldn't do that, and she told me I'd send you. It's rude to say no, isn't it?
"That may be..."
"Ah, Ellen! More souvenirs than that!!
Mr. Aeren tilted his little neck like he was in trouble, but I guess Mr. Murietta also thought his minutes were somehow bad.
She just said she remembered the luggage she had brought. I took the contents out of the big bag I was bringing.
Of the bottle, is it populi?
Cute wrapped. Arranged that on the table, Mr. Murietta smiled.
"I made it! I was wondering if I could enjoy it if it smelled good over there."
"Well, thanks. So many, it must have been tough, right?
"It's okay. This is what I'm good at! You know that, right?
The smiling Mrs Murietta laughed at each other with a slight chest strain.
If I only saw how that went, I would think you were a good friend. I wonder. Because we're both crooks who can hardly show our minds.
But as far as I'm concerned, I was kind of wondering if it was a big bottle of gift for people to move in, but I guess I made populi with a lot of feelings for you as Murietta.
Mr. Aeren, who I received, smiles, too.
Murietta, looking back, smiled and gave it to me, trying to push the little bottle on me as well.
"Julia, of course you have one!
"Well, thank you"
I wasn't sure what was in the lovely pink ribbon vial, but it did smell good from there. Cute people do cute things. Hey.
I've never made anything like this, so I'm purely impressed!
"Yes, Julia brought me a delicious cake. Shall we all eat?
She sparkled her eyes if she spoke to Mr. Murietta while Mr. Aeren cleaned out the bottle of populi. Whoa, I didn't think you'd be so happy!
Well, this time it's Mitchellan's order cake, which is something I can hardly even speak of, but it would be nice if they both ate it deliciously, wouldn't it?
I'm sure Mr. Nicholas will be delighted!
"Look, fine chocolate cake!
"... chocolate cake?
"Yes, I can hardly speak of such fine cakes, Julia, so I really have to thank you."
Mr. Aeren, were you looking forward to maybe eating some cake? I couldn't hide it. I smiled unexpectedly at that groaning voice, but when I saw it, Mr. Murietta was wrinkling between my eyebrows.
"... didn't you like it?
"No, it's not! I love chocolate!
"I wish I could have done that... because I made a difficult face."
"No......"
I thought about it a little bit, Mr. Murietta, but I immediately looked up at me as if I remembered something.
(Yeah? Are you even worried about the price?
"... Is chocolate cake something that Julia might have thought about?
"Huh?"
Oh, my God, what did he say?