Master’s Smile

"So, what did you do today?

Hmm?

Suddenly, Van Peel asks me something funny, and I tilt my neck.

"Since this morning, the guild has been noisy. If you think Laradi and Sorgross' killings have bumped into each other, now Ritter and Reese"

Oh, you're all the guild members I met today.

Instead, kill...?

Were they all emitting something like that?

"Litter and Reese kill each other all the time, so it's not a big deal, but Laradi and Sorgross are rare."

Yeah, yeah, I know that well, too.

Litter and Reese are samurai.

I know we used to train battles in the morning to make ourselves better.

But I couldn't believe what Van Peel said.

Laradi is a sweetheart who quickly gives her a hug, and Sorgross is an understated personality who takes one or two steps back and protects her.

Oh, my God, I can't imagine these two bumping into each other for killing.

"Ha, you're blunt. Well, that's good, too. So, what did the master do?

I don't care what they say...

I can't tell you that Ritter and Reese asked me to nadenade my butt and tongue, even if my mouth rips.

So I decided to round up the facts with a gentle lie.

Specifically, he told them that he had been asked to nadenade his head.

That's about it, there won't be a big response.

"Become, Nadenade...... so...!?

Van Peel puts the tea on the table with a proper sound and opens his eyes.

That's very reactive...

"Master, you make tea."

That's what I'm going to say and reach out to you, Chevalt.

What? I still have quite a bit of tea left.

Oh! I'm pouring it!

Stop, stop!

"Ah... excuse me"

Chevalt making me seem sorry.

No, no, I don't mind. In the end, it didn't spill.

But I can't believe that Perfect Maid and Chevalt, who are called on their own in me, make such mistakes...

What the hell is going on...?

"Oh, hon! Master? What should I pay for that nadenade and what?

Van Peel coughs one up and asks about Nadenade.

Yeah? Consideration?

There's nothing like that. Because I only make guild members... when I want to praise and spoil the presence of my daughter.

When I tell her about it, Van Peel makes her face a lot harder.

"Mmmm... what the hell can I do to have a blissful time called Nadenade... Because my body and mind already belong to my master... Already! I wish I had a palpable consideration like a gold and silver treasure......!

Van Peel says bump by himself.

He seems busy changing his face to shake or angry.

I wonder what... can I stroke your head...?

With that in mind, Chevalt pulls my sleeve a little modestly.

Hmm? What's going on?

"Master. I have always performed my duties faithfully as a maid. Of course, I feel like rising to heaven just to serve my master, but with a little... just a little reward, I'd love to."

Really? Sure, thanks to Schwartz's maid work, this guild will be helping a lot.

Because our guild is a little special, I have very little paperwork as a master, but occasionally, Chevalt helps me.

I personally rely heavily on you. [M]

I don't think that reward is right for my Nadenade at all, but if Chevalt wants it, let me.

I'm glad I haven't stroked Chevalt's head in a long time.

"Nfu......"

Chevalt leaks an awesome voice as he strokes his short silver hair with a poff.

I was surprised she really said it.

Well, my face stays smiling.

Anyway, more than anything, I'm so happy for you.

"Ah! It's cheating! Chevalt didn't do anything!

Van Peel, who kept talking to himself, looks at us and shouts out loud.

He said he didn't do anything...

You were drinking the tea that Chevalt brewed...

"Master? You really are! If you say you want to stroke, specially! You can touch my beautiful hair...?

Van Peel has said everywhere with a loud voice and emphasis.

Ho... Can I stroke Van Peel's hair...

As she self-admires confidently, her blonde hair is so pretty.

If I stroked that one, I'd feel good, too.

As I was about to flutter closer, a cold voice echoed into this laid-back space.

"If you're going to plead with the master, what do you mean you can still? I will not tolerate such disrespect."

That was Schwartz, who had been nadenaded and looked quite a slut.

Already, the face has turned into an absolutely zero-degree faceless look, overlooking Van Peel.

Hih, hih. I put it back in the runny air, but it's all back at once.

Besides, I don't care that much.

"Oh, you're coming out again, Chevalt. Are you complaining to me at the servant's service?

"There's only one master I serve. Never, not you, Van Peel. Besides, this is not a complaint. It's an order."

Yikes! The air is so tingly!

Nico, the table stays smiling, but it's freaking me out in my heart, me!

Van Peel listens to Schwart and gets up.

"Apparently, you have to educate me from the way I use words. Be grateful. I'll use my whip to teach you straight away."

"Fine. The Master is the only one I can command."

They both emit tremendous pressure.

I snuck back and continued my morning walk with Nico laughing in love.

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"Oh!? There's no master!

"It would be obvious. Van Peel was so disrespectful that he returned in disdain."

"Chi, no! The Master is not such a narrow-minded person!

"... it's a joke. So stop crying. I'm sorry you're so old."

"I'm not crying! Besides, age won't matter!

"Yes, sir. Would you like some tea?"

"... I'll have it.... Is that it? Speaking of which, Chevalt had Nadenade and I was not...?

"Yes, I got it."

"Yeah... Oh, yummy."