Life in Another World as a Maid Mage

A tea can arranged in a narrow area on a shelf in the waiting room with a fragrant aroma of tea leaves. It's not just gathered for tea time. The exotic and beautiful decorative can depicts distant tropical landscapes, large flowers, and rare birds and beasts, and is also the hall's mistress's collection.

It is also the delicate pleasure of the mistress, Annelier of the Rovnelle family, to look at the beautiful can decoration and think of the country with fragrant tea.

I don't know what to do today.

Annelier's second secretary, Balt Rovnell, looks at the cans on the shelves and thinks. Although it may seem a bit confusing at first glance, I have chosen the most suitable tea leaves taking into account various factors such as the weather of the day, the progress of work, and the mental state of Annelier.

The choice, which hardly ever comes off, is a must-have technique that I cultivated in my relationship with her for sixteen years before I went up to the inn.

"Hmm... I guess this is it."

A tea can with a tropical evening view in a pale grassy area with scattered leaves. Darsha, the tea leaf of the Northern Ishan Kingdom. It has a unique habitual aroma, but many lovers have a refreshing, awakening aroma and a crisp, tannic taste.

When I set the glass teaware and the tea can on the wagon to see Annelier's favorite tea leaves dancing, a shadow appeared at hand.

"... if you choose that tea leaf, it must be Ben Keane's teaware. Glass isn't enough to enjoy that beautiful color."

The words were calm, but Balt raised his face and smiled at the rude tone of pregnancy, which sounded like a little fool.

"If it's according to the manual, yes. That's all for today."

The young man, who served as a waiter's assistant, distorted his straight face to Balt, who did not lose his calm posture.

"You don't understand. I didn't know Iroja was a black tea. Well, I'm the grandson of that noisy baron, so maybe I can't help it... but don't you think a man like you would mud the Rovnell family name in a second secretary?"

Balt laughed at the obvious aversion. Don't be ridiculous, just a smile that always comes to mind. I didn't really have to deal with him. So just laugh as usual.

(─ ─ There's nothing like seriously dealing with someone who can only harass a child to the extent of a brawl.)

If you could act more directly, it would be like the other party.

His aim is to drag Balt down from the secretary's seat. But this level of disgust doesn't matter. Compared to the many abusive rumors Dennis has been exposed to, it's like a child's bad mouth. Because I and Dennis quit the secretary in the first place, and this man can sit in that empty chair.

And it was Annelier who chose Balt as his second secretary. Do you realize that the young man made a fool of her mistress without knowing that?

"Hmm, if you want, you can take the tea ware with you. If Annelier likes you, she might choose you."

The words distorted his eyes into a mean shape. Maybe I thought I had an opportunity to embarrass Balt in front of my mistress.

(I think you're just ashamed that you can only handle it manually.)

Push the wagon to the office, laughing bitterly at the young man who prepared Ben Keane's tea utensils.

"Thank you for waiting."

Annelier, buried in a pile of paperwork, smiled with her face raised and called out to her employees who were busy with paperwork to rest.

Tea time between assignments, no matter how busy it is, is part of the Rovnell family's custom. We also need time to rest, both physically and mentally, in order to work efficiently and with good quality.

"... time passes quickly. It's time for tea."

"That would mean that much."

After watching Annelier lower his hips as he stretched out and unraveled his body, he placed the chef's prized baked confectionery on the table.

"Well... Alold..."

Looking at the baked sweets with liqueur pickles of her favorite snow grapes, Annelier smiled bitterly dyed her cheeks.

"You're really watching."

Chef Arold, who had worked for the Rovnells since before Annelier was born, is good at serving dishes that suit his master and his family. When serving breakfast, be sure to look out and observe your husband's family to make a dedication that suits your mood and physical condition on the day.

The baked goods prepared for the tea time of the day - this is a memorable item. The baked goods served on that memorable day, when I first met Dennis and Balt.

It has been served as tea confectionery several times before. I remember that it was all a day when Annelier was heartbroken by an unfortunate love.

"It's my first vacation to Dennis since I got engaged."

It was lonely not to see each other for half a day, and Arold was carefree enough to bake this memorable snack. If so, there is only one black tea to match it.

Add the tea leaves to the warm teaware and pour freshly boiled water into the teapot. Tea leaves that float softly with blisters eventually add moisture and weight, slowly sinking into the vibrantly colored glass pot.

Looking at the tea leaves dancing in the convection, Annelier exhaled smaller. Balt pours tea into the glass cup as she smiles at her dreamy mistress.

"... beautiful colors"

The young servant shouted loudly to Annelier, who enjoyed the vibrant colour through the light of the day.

"Um...."

"What is it?

"... you don't have to use this tea set?

Ben Keane's tea utensils, which he had prepared, were blind, and the mistress smiled as if she had enjoyed tea in the glass.

"If it's according to the manual, that's the correct answer. But I feel better this way. That's Balt. I've only been with you for 16 years."

The words of unstinting praise to Balt, however, tore away the youth's cowardice.

I've only been with you for 16 years.

The sixteen years were, in fact, the years that the young man served her. A young man who came to the main house almost at the same time as Balt and Dennis.

After spending the same month and day, I could not read the mistress's subtlety, and I could only deal with it according to the schoolbook - indirectly but painfully, the young man murmured and excused himself and left the office to run away with the tea ware in his arms.

"... you're in trouble."

While the men watching the series of events laughed bitterly, Annelier also lowered her eyebrows and smiled bitterly.

"My job is polite. But that's all. You can't say you can't read the situation."

A man serving as assistant secretary sipped tea and said.

He is right, the young man is polite in his work. Exactly like there's nothing wrong with a schoolbook street. However, he is unable to work with flexibility because he attaches great importance to "common sense" without reading the situation and the tact of the opponent. Not even the Rovnells will be able to go up. That's why we've been working for sixteen years and we're still a useless servant.

"I put it down because I was polite, but if I had to pull my feet - maybe it's time he thought about it, too."

Annelier narrowed her eyes again with a glass cup in the sun.

The tea in the cup is bright golden red. The world seemed to be dyed in the sunset by seeing the colour through.

Bart broke his mouth, knowing from his moist expression that he must be thinking of a red-haired young man of sunset color who would burn through the color.

― ― Darsha, the finest tea leaf of the Northern Ishan Kingdom.

The young Servant doesn't know that his name is Dennis, which he read in northern Ishan.