Miss Demon Maid

When I skirted the toge stick and made way for the lady, I heard the servants rushing to notice the noise, and the soldiers jumped out of the stuff-like place.

"Master Sharon!?

A knight of the old song, who knew the lady's face from among them, raised his voice as surprised. Still, the lady gives a hearty voice to the soldiers trying to point the spear they set up.

"Who are you going to spear at?"

"Ha, you guys, what are you doing!? Drop your weapon!

When the earlier knights raised their voices, the soldiers lowered their weapons as they panicked.

"Dear Sharon, what the hell is this..."

To the tragedy of the portal, the lady glances coldly at the knight who asks what is going on.

"... Baldo. Insufficient education for the soldiers. What are you doing, the Michelle family security captain?"

"Ha, sorry"

The lady walks past Baldo, kneeling down on the spot and bowing her head.

The eyes of servants, soldiers and knights staring at such a lady.

The lady walks resolutely through those targeted eyes such as fear, fear, scorn and ridicule, anger and hatred.

It's splendid, lady.

I have a slightly raised pulse and tears eyes, are you okay?

Ladies can be expressionless or toned when tempered, but I know that.... You were scared?

Put it on your knees later, Nadenade. All right, let me console you. Shit.

If I let you take care of such a lady, I will be in the industry No. 1 maid Fleuretti.

But, well, that's worse than I thought.

Negative gaze and, at best, neutrality. Just the ones I don't care about, with little favorable gaze.

That Bardo and the other magnificent knights are relatively decent, but you don't seem to be able to expect much from seeing the quality of the soldiers.

"What is this... sister up!? What are you doing!

Oh, my brother, you were home, too.

As soon as he shows up, that annoying little samurai Meer turns up from behind Yoan, who smiles at the lady.

"Dear Sharon, I'm in trouble. I don't think you're a Michelle human being, such as suddenly destroying a gate."

"Well, that's where the gatekeepers are,"

"How inferior to blame people! Let the cost of repairing the gate be deducted from the service to Master Sharon..."

"Oh, Mr. Meer? The lady hasn't done anything."

The servants turn their surprise gaze at the abrupt remarks of the maid, who was following behind the lady, secretly erasing the signs.

"Also, is it you? What disrespect for blocking people from speaking!

"Oh, excuse me for this. There was a servant who blocked the voice of the Marquis Lady Sharon, so I thought it was the home style here."

Strange, isn't it? And when I smile and lean my neck, Meer's face turns blacker.

"... Oh, you,"

"The gatekeepers there seemed far away, so if I knocked, it would break like that... Looks like it hurt a lot. Hey?"

So when I turned my gaze to the gatekeepers I was playing card games, they blued their faces and leaned down.

"That's why,"

"That's enough."

Yoan stops Meer, who is slightly tired of trying to eat down.

"If we were making a scene here, it would lead to a scandal. Let your sister in, and your father and mother will be waiting for you. Meer, let's go."

"... Damn, I did. Soldiers don't fix the gates. Come on!

As Joan and Meer return to the castle and the soldiers and servants move out, the slightly trembling lady's hand gently grips my fingertips.

"... Letty, you mustn't be impotent"

"Yes, ma'am. Don't worry, we won't munch you."

As I smiled with relief, the lady, whose tremors disappeared from her hands and leaned softly towards me, was adorable as a puppy.

"Master Sharon, please come straight to the dining room. Your husband and wife are waiting for you."

"I understand."

That's all the maid tells the lady, she turns back on her heels and leaves without thanking her.

"... madam, I haven't been a maid for a long time."

"It's okay, Letty. … it's the usual."

You really don't have any allies in this House to see a lady smiling lonely at my bitterness.

"Shall we come, ma'am? I'll be by your side."

"Yeah, Letty."

At the same time as entering the castle of the Marquis family, it was just at dinner, and she was called in without time to leave her luggage in the lady's room.

I have no problem with the lady's luggage in the expansion bag I keep, but the servants in this house really can't.

When the lady arrives in the dining room, several strong gazes pierce her.

"Well, Sharon. You've had a lot of problems, and you've made a good face."

Dark oba with blonde makeup from the upper seat...... a flashy woman showered those words.

Oh? Why is that woman in the top seat?

"... Master Geedel, how could you be there? It's your father's seat."

"My husband was off earlier when he was suddenly ill. It's pathetic to have a really bad daughter. 'Cause you're just gonna come home and you're gonna lie down."

"I..."

As they say, the lady bites her lips. There, Joan, sitting next to Geidel, overlaps words like he took a ghost's neck.

"Your father was so kind that he gave his seat to his mother, who had all the government!

"Just get to your seat, Sharon. Let's talk about the novel later. Don't you think I'm sorry to be back at this hour to a cook who's been cooking for you separately?

"... sorry"

With the guidance of the maid who was there, the lady is seated in the lowest seat. There is a lady who should be sitting in the upper seat than Yoan should be.

I feel a strong gaze and I look at you. Wouldn't there be Miss Akir next to Yoan? The lady realizes it too and speaks out her doubts.

"How could Master Akir..."

"Yoan brought this Achill lady as a friend. How good it would have been if such a lovely lady had been my daughter...... Miss Achille, it will be difficult in different worlds that you are unfamiliar with. You can think of me as my mother."

"Well, Master Geedel, I'm glad to hear that."

Miss Achill answers Giedel, smiling gently, with a full smile, and stares at the sight with warm eyes at Yoan and his servants.

Shisha.

"Dear Sharon, it's dinner"

An earlier maid puts the dish in front of the lady so she can tap the plate.

…………

That wasn't a substitute you could call cooking.

Vegetables full of insects left a small bug when looked at well, not even washed, or even mixed with pebbles rather than dirt, with Meer grinning inferiorly behind Yoan.

That's right. The lady is out of her mind, and Geidel, who notices it, sounds happy.

"The cook hurried for you. Eat without my saying."

"............ Yes"

A lady takes a small grunt cutlery and reaches for that filth.

"Ma'am, you can't do that."

I gently stopped the lady's hand and took up the plate.

"Fuck, Letty?

"What is it, sir? Ha! I don't know a maid like you, don't refrain!

You haven't heard anything from Yoan, to Geedel, whose voice is absurd. I let the plate flutter and smile with one hand.

"This is rude. It's in the lady's exclusive maid Fleuretti. I'm not the maid of the Michelle family, so I don't have the muscle to order you."

"Be, Sharon, you're on your own again."

"Oh, no, what would be a lady is not graceful. I'll take a taste of this dish first."

"He said he even put poison in it, so wow, be disrespectful!

"So he says," Taste. ”You're a long way from hearing this mansion."

I borrow cutlery from my lady's hands and flatten all the dishes in one bite.

The people on the spot calmed down and blued at me chewing up the stone with Galli... Gori...

"Freshness, ingredients, cooking methods, it all doesn't suit the lady's mouth. Ma'am, would you mind if I prepared dinner?

"Uh... eh"

"Well, this way, please"

I will serve the dishes that I prepared before the lady.

"It's the lady's favorite, fluffy egg omelet"

As you slice into the golden glowing egg, the trout egg spreads onto the plate and the aromatic aroma of butter tickles the nasal cavity. I could hear the smell of that chicken rice, eggs and butter, from somewhere, swallowing cockroaches and spit.

"It's not demiglass sauce today, let's make this your favorite ketchup too, lady."

I'm a ketchup, and when I draw a big heart mark on an omelet, I use my fingers on both hands on my chest to make a heart mark and give a voice to the lady.

"Come on, lady, join us. Be delicious, adorable cum"

"Oh, make it yummy?

"Thank you. I've met a mighty enemy named you, for everything that's ever happened!

"KANSHI,... WHAT THIS!?

Oh? That's crazy......

When the maid made the omelet, the maid chief told me this was what she would do, but did I make a slight mistake?

"Yes, ma'am, ahem."

"Eh... ahhh"

When I spooned omelet rice to a lady whose brain hadn't restarted yet, she ate like a fed chick.

"Yummy... ugh!

"There you go."

"... Kanbai-san... it"

As I was feeding and nimanizing my lady, Miss Achill, who had recovered as soon as possible, called out.

"This is a delicacy made from fruit tomatoes borrowed from the Spirit Forest for the meat and eggs of extremely pleasant birds."

"Letty? You, the demon again..."

"We allow our lady to use objects that are not repellent. And we use some kind of demonic ingredient for your daughter's meal every time."

"What the hell!

"I don't know if demonic meat is half poisonous!

To the word demon, Joan, you stood up and raised your voice. I laugh at it and retrieve an old notebook.

"That's not true. One elf, summoned hundreds of years ago, left this note in the college library."

Humans and creatures take in [magic] and strengthen themselves.

Still, too much ingestion [demonizes] weak willed flora and fauna, but humans are unable to consume large quantities of demonic meat with strong magic vegetables by feeling strong in flavor or breaking their stomachs.

But the elf studied and wrote this down.

Reducing the flavour and magic vegetables of demonic materials to a value that humans find delicious allows the body to gain properties close to elves if they continue to eat that material. And he seemed to have worked hard to keep his [partner] alive for a long time.

"As a result of this research, there are now“ delicacies "that have removed some of the demonic magic vegetables, but they didn't seem to be able to improve the cost and taste."

"But this..."

A lady looks jiggly at the omelette she ate.

"Yes, I also succeeded in improving the taste. This should slow down the aging of Miss Sharon and increase her life expectancy somewhat."

"Yep."

The lady rubs her own cheek as she marvels. Your daughter's skin these days is plump and slippery.

"Oh, the maid there! Make it for me, too!

That's what Geedel screams with his blood-running eyes. Not only she, but also the female servants, who had become more than a certain age, turned a giddy eye.

I give them a full grin, pick the long skirt hem, and give them a flutter.

"I'm sorry. Because I am the exclusive maid of Lady Sharon."