Maou Reijou no Kyouiku Gakari

I was so curious about that faceless maid that I decided to interview the residents of the mansion.

"Huh? You want to know about Rosé? Why?"

And even though the first thing I caught was a holiday, Sun was training alone.

He circles his eyes and looks at my face as he brings a glowing sweat to his skin in the strong sun.

I'm glad I didn't have to pursue it anymore regarding my question at breakfast, but all of a sudden I seem a little confused when asked about Rosé.

"Whatever you say, well... if you're a colleague and think about it carefully, you don't know much about him..."

"You can ask him in person."

"No, that's... erm..."

It is difficult to explain what happened at that time when it was a pleasant atmosphere to ask the person directly, so I get stuck in words.

"Well, that's fine. What do you want to hear?

"How long has Rose and I been taking care of you guys?

A lighter question first.

It doesn't look like we've been seeing each other since we came to this mansion.

"Hmm... I don't remember exactly..."

Turn your gaze up so that Sun remembers old memories.

"It's like I was already there about ten years ago..."

"You've been around that long..."

I was surprised because I thought we'd been dating for the past few years or so.

"Ten years ago, was Rose still a child?

The age of appearance is as good as mine, but it is also possible that he diverges from his real age, just like the Demon King and his wives.

"Uh... yeah, you do. I haven't changed my expression for a long time."

"I see..."

Apparently, there is no divergence between apparent and actual age.

But if you look at all the maids on that board, you're also convinced that I've been a caretaker since I was that young.

"All right! The break is over! I'm going back to practice!

"Oh, I'm sorry to interrupt."

"Fine. Nothing, I guess if you want to hear more about Rose, you should ask Sister Anna or Sister Isna. Bye."

That's what Sun says and runs back to the center of the square.

Organize the information you get from Sun in your head as you watch its back.

But I didn't know Rose had looked after these kids as maids for so long......

I mean, in a way, maybe even with the other sister of these kids.

"Want to know about Rosé...? That's pretty sudden."

Now in the colloquial room, I grab Anna, who was caring for her sword with the most rare nigger face on her face, and listen in.

This kid, three years older than Sun, might even know a little more about it.

"Well, I thought you should know a little more about your colleagues..."

"Hmm... I don't think it's such a big deal... but I don't know that much either, do I?

"Really? Of the five, it seems like the longest relationship I've ever had."

"It's been a long time... but I can hardly remember talking about personal things like that ever since my father brought me here as a child..."

Sure, I can't really imagine Rose talking about herself.

That's why I'm also bothering to ask these kids this way right now...

But there were only a few words in that that that bothered me.

"Has Rosé been brought here by the Demon King?

"Um, I forgot how many times it was, but suddenly I said, 'This is your caretaker from today on! Say."

That's what Anna said to imitate the demon king's tone.

Father only loves children, and the imitation captures their characteristics for what they are.

"I see..."

I had imagined that he was from a family that had served the demon kings of history, but that doesn't seem to be the case that he was suddenly brought here.

"Oh, speaking of..."

"What's up? Is there anything else?

Ask Anna, who suddenly reacted like she remembered something.

"No, it's not a big deal, but I remember when they brought me here, speaking of which, my hair was a little different now."

"Hair color?

Now I ask back, thinking of the color of Rosé's bright white hair.

"Oh, there used to be a mix of black. It's just black like you and your father."

"Black? It's white now, isn't it?

Confirm.

Maybe it just looks that way in my eyes, but there's no such thing as that.

"Right. I remember the gradual increase in the proportion of white, resulting in hair colors like now"

"Physical constitution...? Racist."

Or what kind of race is he in the first place?

"I don't know. Well, that's about all I know. If that's all you care about, why don't you just ask him in person?

"Uh... well... he seemed busy right now."

Reply to Anna, who stares at me with a strange face, about a lie she's taken care of.

"I'm busy too..."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"Not at all..."

When I apologized, Anna took the cloth again and polished out the sword held in its hand.

I guess there's nothing more we can talk about.

Give a gentle thank you to Anna and get off the spot.

I intend to find out who the mysterious maid is, but I feel that the mystery has deepened.