I woke up early in the morning because of my habits. I had lost all my motivation. I think there is tension and lack of sleep when I wake up. But I thought if I thought about Elle anymore, I'd be wasting my time thinking about it.
By and large, too little information is available. It seems like everyone I know at the earliest is suspicious and vice versa. I just feel empty.
Damn, why is there such a hell of a nuclear bomb crew out here like Elle now? God, you hate me too much.
Well, but only Elle's figure in me could be solid. It's like he's just scratching me and Lili and the offensive characters around and playing while he plots to never find out without being on the surface. That means... he must be an ugly adult around ready, or an innocent, cruel child.
When I thought about something like a foolish dissatisfaction, I just went to see Nana yesterday to find out if it would be today and get better.
That's where it rings, the bell that's attached to the door of the house. In short, the visiting signal of the customer.
I tense my body for a moment, thinking that Elle doesn't know who she is in the first place. Even if it's Elle who's coming, I don't know if he's Elle.
Thinking calmly... yeah, Mel would be more likely. I haven't taught Nana the house yet, and the people I know who are suddenly going to visit the house are about Mel, Nora and Zero or Shed.
But Nora left yesterday night and said the schedule was tight, and for Shed to come see me again now with a scattered escort. An early morning visit like this is not suitable for the carriage to be seen by people, well, it would be Mel. It must be Mel.
Mel is one of those people who is very suspicious on the El suspicion issue, but I normally would be happy to visit him in the early morning because I consider him a friend I can forgive. You can share your breakfast bread with Mel.
I smiled and opened the door.
"Mel -!"
And to the beautiful silver hair that popped into my eyes, I stop thinking, my voice, my body. Then the heart stopped.
"Mercha...?
Repeating my words, after a long time, he looked very mature and dressed up. I urge him to spin hard into my brain. It's not like I'm making you say it.
I don't feel very good from any point of view to find out that Mel and I are close right now. Falsification. Falsification me.
"………… Merci! Hey, thanks for coming, Nica! Come in, please!
"Ah, oh...?
He was like Nica, who tilted his neck just a little with a troubled laugh-mixed face, but he seemed to bond to my forceful invitation and didn't care deeply.
The two usual escorts in the back come at me with frigid eyes. Plus, the two escorts have a lot of luggage today. Is it a return somewhere? Obviously, it's not the amount of baggage the two of us have. Around the corner, they're professionals.
I recommend the chair to Nica, and she sits down in the chair across the street, coughs one up, switches the air (in me), and then starts talking.
"It's been a while. This is the first time I have come directly to the house, but for any reason...?
"Yeah, I don't have a lot of time today, but there's something I need to talk to you about... but one thing before that, okay?"
"Yes, what is it?
To Nica the Wonderful Face, I also ask her to correct her spine and create a Wonderful Face.
Nica's boney but long and beautiful index finger pointed softly at the table. I follow it with my gaze.
Bread. There it is, my bread.
"Is that Fee's breakfast today...?
"Yes. It's lunch, to be exact... but if you want it, I'll give it to you, right?
"No, the bread is delicious, but it's not..."
Nica with a troubled face makes me look troubled too. I wonder what's wrong... sounds spicy to say.
Just like Nora, she smells like bread in your house, so she cares a little bit more like an old woman. That's hard to say. Unlike Nora, Nica has a delicacy. Then I was embarrassed and awkward when Nica told me that, too, as Nora was fine.
"If it's not my fault, I think you eat bread every day. It's not even a meal… almost every meal"
"... that's not it, is it?
"My eyes are swimming."
Damn, even after Michelle tells me I'm getting fat, I'm presumed to end up eating bread all over it...!
By the way, I don't do everything I can with this. It's too stupid to care if the situation is too painful, and it just makes it easier to find out it's a lie when you throw up everything you can about a small thing like this, and they'll think you're the guy who throws up a lot of lies. Because then it can be a suspicious feather even on important occasions.
"You don't like self-catering?... No, as a former nobleman's courtier, that's normal..."
"Well, not like that! I just didn't think it was because I could get something free and delicious..."
When I can wear the stigma as it is, I rush to deny it. It's nothing, because I'm not good at cooking! Because in my previous life I came from high school living alone and all my chore skills are perfect!! I just like it and eat bread because it's delicious and I can save!!
There was no reason to know about my experience in such a previous life, Nica, but she still nodded gently, apparently believing me.
"Well, I'm glad. Bring it to me."
Bring it...?
Instructed by Nica's hand to invite them, the two of them, who still looked as annoying as any and almost like no other, unload the massive amount of luggage they had on the table, but without making any professional noise, softly.
I blinked at the contents of the paper bag.
"Uh, uh, ingredients, is it...?
"I'm worried about my diet. The fridge wasn't in this house either, so I brought it."
"Yep..."
... Bringing ingredients is still fine. Are you serious about bringing a refrigerator? The gift would be strange in the fridge, with everything.
That's my common sense opinion. Two escorts bring in a small but solid refrigerator from the outside. Wait, wait. Shall we calm down a little? You know what?
"Because of this, shall I make something today?"
"Yes?! Hey, wait! I can't believe you let Nica cook...!
"Don't worry, I'm trying to do whatever I want."
Stopping is vain, and Nica, with her arms around her, rises up and walks confidently into the kitchen a few steps away.
What is this, what's going on since earlier...? And in the meantime, if I get food poisoning or vomiting noise from a taste, I won't be able to.
"Um... excuse me, but have you ever cooked...?
"I've seen it, and I know it."
……
Oh, it's a bad one. This.
I didn't tell Nica, who occupied the kitchen, that he didn't have time, but if he was a big kitchen, he wouldn't look good in a common kitchen. The boulder attack character has the most elegance. He thinks about escaping reality. At the same time, nerves were pointed and checked for calmly damaged items in the eyes and ingredients that required skill in cooking.
"I can do it."
As a result, when Nica brought me a dish that she was happy to serve, I also had a headache due to eye strain. I didn't have anything to suck at, and I didn't taste it. I'm fine. I think you should taste the food you normally make to people for the first time, but it doesn't apply in this case.
And when I finally saw the dish I was able to cook in the way that I was going to eat now, I would see Nica with a face full of confusion.
"What...? Was there something you didn't like?
"Not... not... not..."
As it is, let me explain what I saw.
The first thing that came to my attention was the julee served in a cocktail glass (which I am sure I will bring with me because I don't have in this fashionable house) and the vegetables cut into small pieces, probably appetizers.
Then the pumpkin is the main thing. The vegetables are chopped and inside, consomme soup from the smell.
Next, a steamed white fish's main dish with a hint of white wine. There is a sense of luxury with parsley on the top.
The staple foods are intertwined with noodles that seem light like pasta and fried vegetables.
Finally, the dessert even had peach jelly and compote.
... Why is this guy making me a little course like French and Italian food in people's houses on top of one hassle? I look little different than what the chef used to make me when I was Duke's Lady... are you sure you're new to cooking? You're lying, aren't you?
"Oh, the poison? Can you give me a second?
She mistook my unsweetened reaction, and Lady Nica calls the escort. No, not really.
No, but yeah, maybe it does look just perfect and taste terrible. It could be because I hadn't tasted it.
The two escorts called by Lady Nica looked at each other.
"No."
"I refuse."
Yeah... an escort, right? It's below position, isn't it, Master Nica? Why do these people normally say no in the face?! Dear Nica, let's scold him!
"Well, I can't help it... then I can."
"Wow, that looks delicious! I won't even give you a bite! Here you go!
For some reason I panicked and got my hands on the dish as it was about to become a meaningless development with the biggest problem the royals would poison.
I look at it unexpectedly.
"Why is it delicious... genius is sloppy..."
I tried it all bite by bite before being poisoned without worrying about the order of eating it as a course, but it was delicious no matter which one I tried. This guy can really do anything.
Lady Nica is looking at me with a smile.
"All right, I've seen you eat, and you should go home."
"It's delicious..." Huh? Are you home? No, um, you were on some more serious business...?
All Nica did today was bring ingredients and a refrigerator, cook for me, and watch me eat. What happened to the more serious errands that I had to run when I was pressing the clock?
"I wanted to, but Fee's diet is more important. When it comes to business, let's talk about it next time."
"Ha, ha. I've been on vacation for a week since yesterday, so please come any time...?
"Really, that's just good. Okay, I'll be back soon"
Lady Nica refreshed herself and took the escorts home.
My dietary priorities are too high, you're such an idiot.
"... if Master Nica was Elle, was something being explored between now and then?
Just at that moment when I squirmed so calmly that I couldn't help but get my hands on the dish for a minute after Nica left, the door knocked and opened right before I replied. I make my shoulders jump.
Then Nica, who was supposed to have just returned, came inside apologizing.
Oh, what? I don't see any forgotten items, and they didn't listen to me right now? You all right, buddy?
To my apprehension, Lady Nica walked past me wondering if she had come straight to me and grabbed a bag of bread on the table.
"I forgot to collect the bread"
"Oh, uh... do you want to take it..."
"… will eat when there is"
"Right..."
But that could be my lifeline in the sense of physics...
Nica lowered her eyebrows and removed only three of the five pieces of bread from the bag and put it back on the table.
"You have until one meal a day."
"! Yes!
I had the rice that Nica had made and went to, thinking that she was like a dog with her current exchange owner since Nica left. I knew it was delicious.