"Well, there's no one to disturb you, Death, ma'am."
Out of the way?
Phew, exhale. Take the fabric you left to sleep and spread it onto the workbench.
He decides to decide to pretend that the thick arm of a bance with arms can have countless deep scars but he can't see them.
"I wonder how far Marie went."
"Marie? Come on, how far?"
"? You went to get the tea leaves, didn't you?
"There's only food in the basement vault or in this cooking room. Lady."
Blink at the vance winked with amber eyes.
That means Marie is wandering in search of tea leaves… I could feel Tracy's anger in the distance.
Then I hear Marie screaming.
Oh...... Marie......
You were skipping again...
"If he was here, it wouldn't be serious."
"... Vance?
Bushin, Bushin slammed the dough onto the workbench with a meaningful grin.
What are we going to talk about until we get rid of Marie?
It may be really unusual to be alone with Vance because it's always something that Marie breaks into.
"The world the lady knows is really small, but is it understood there?
Bance, who puts his shoulders in and squeezes the dough, doesn't give a face.
The world I know…
The aristocratic society that used to be so gorgeous in the old days and tangled in drools in the back was everything in my world.
Little by little about the castle and the school in it, then the biggest was Queen's time for education.
I had been chased at that hour for years after I was mindful.
And now only this Isolte, and even smaller mansions in it.
The world I know is truly very narrow and tiny.
I have that awareness now and in the past, but what the hell is wrong with that?
"I think my world is much narrower than Marie's or yours."
"Really, you understand.
Good for you. You're right, ma'am. "
"... what's that?
Encouraging him to go ahead while helping Vance form the pie without raising his face, he said, no, stick. and gave an openly meaningful reply.
It's kind of unusual for him to say something straight.
Or maybe I'm the one yelling at Marie, or he's the only one who makes the dishes look bad.
"Well, it's none of my business."
That's right. He still doesn't give a face.
I also wait there for the next word to fall in love with the beautiful pie shapes that are originally created.
What the hell is he trying to say? What do you know?
"Even that's just me, you seem a little pitiful to see what's going on right now, ma'am.
"Uh, what are you talking about?
"Whatever, it's your caretaker uncle talking to himself.
"Vance?"
I think it's too early to say "uncle." Vance says, "No, it looks that way?" That's good. I've returned an ambiguous reply.
The vance with the hazelnut hair cut short looks like about the first half of 30 at best.
If they say 23, for example. Oh, well, I might be convinced.
"The lady is sweet. Sounds like the sweet lady's gonna take things the way they are.
Without thinking, without fighting, whether that's a situation or a person.
But is that really sweet?
Vance still doesn't give a face while applying melted eggs to the pie.
On that serious side, he opened his mouth again while he was thinking about what to give back.
"What does that mean, I don't care because I'm not interested and I don't care?
Nothing. I didn't mean to take that shitty kid's side at all, but he's a fool who's hard to understand anyway and doesn't even try to understand what he did, so you don't get paid too much to look at it, do you?
"Who the hell are you talking about..."
"Whoa, it's solitary, solitary.
Well, anyway, I was wondering if you'd like to try and find out. "
"Well, in the end, when you say what you want to say, you mean something similar to each other. Lady."
Vance, who finally raised her face, let her wink again.