Miss Demon Maid

I'm getting ready for the tea party this morning.

Is there someone else to have a tea party with Miss Sharon, who is a botch? I know some of you are foolish to think... etc., but the lady was wearing an invitation. Do you remember? Hehe, of course I remembered. Until I forget.

"Shit, Letty, is this how you dress?

"Of course, you look great."

The young lady is invited by her alumni, the Viscount's Lady, and she's about to head to her "first” tea party.

Today's outfit is available in a simple shape but with plenty of room on the chest to maximize the charm of the lady.

I'd like the lady to wear all kinds of cute outfits, but the lady doesn't have anything that looks quite right when it's a ready-made product because some parts of her body are enlarged.

When I say what size it doesn't come in, it's big enough for apparel clerks to tongue me 'chip'.

"... Letty, you're thinking weird again, aren't you?

"I was thinking about people's inequalities."

"Well, Letty's thinking noble."

It's the most noble thing in the world.

"Welcome, Master Sharon. Thank you for coming. Thank you, Mr. Fleuretti, for today."

"Oh, I'm glad you're invited to keep it."

That's a familiar lady. It's nice that Tempa hasn't been greeted.

Let's go.

"... oh, yes"

When prompted by me, the Viscount Lady, who was slightly out of function, restarted and guided me.

She is the Viscount of Liniello, Lady Clarice, to whom I have become the same group in my class. The lady had been invited before she returned to her parents' house, but its sincerity is still unreadable.

"Hey, Sharon, you Fleuretti."

"Hello, Master Sharon.... Kanbai."

On the terrace that was rented out, the two of you took your seats first and enjoyed your tea.

"Good day, Dr. Marceau, Dear Cheeri..."

It's those two again. Dr. Marceau seems to be in a good mood, but Miss Chieri frowned a little about whether it hurt even if she was sick.

"... Mr. Fleuretti, would you please sit down?

If I had normally stood behind the lady who took her seat, Lady Clarice would have recommended her seat to me too with a slightly troubled face.

"I'm sorry. I'm Sharon's maid of honor, so you can't take the same seat as your daughter."

When I say that and bow my head, for some reason the lady looks up at me with a slightly lonely face.

"Letty... please do me a favor"

"But..."

"Then I will make it an order, not a favor. Get to the same seat as me."

"Lady..."

While you said an order, the lady cared about me like this.

"Then don't hesitate."

To make you sit in the same seat as your daughter (...), I ride over your lady's thick crotch across Sharon in a face-to-face seat.

"That's not what I meant. WOW!?

Span, and for the first time in a long time, I was annoyed with slippers.

"With that said, Sharon, have you learned any divinity?

"... well, not yet."

That's what I should say about the year, when I normally lower my back to the seat next to the lady, while everyone was flabbergasted, Dr. Marceau spoke to me like nothing had happened.

"As I said in class before, theology is just right for training in magic control, so good luck with that."

"Yes, sir"

"First, I learned [purification], too. I will be able to use [the junction] soon."

Suddenly, Miss Chieri, as she interrupted the story, embarked on herself in a lovely honor student tone asking the teacher to teach her.

"But I said I was alone... I told my teacher,"

"Oh, is something wrong?

The words of Miss Chieri, who tried to go on even further, are interrupted into the story as Lady Clarice smiles, and the mouth of Miss Chieri interrupted only for a moment.

Knowing or not such an atmosphere, Dr. Marceau smiled calmly.

"Cheeri asked me to use divinity from the church."

"Well, so [the junction]...? Was there something at the church?

To Master Clarice, who narrows her eyes slightly, let's now shrug as Miss Chieri gently touches Dr. Marceau's arm.

"It's a secret. Hey, Doctor?"

Something strange about the air frightened a lady who was less responsive to women.

Well, it's none of my business, so Dr. Marceau changes the subject if you're reading the air or not, as you fry the lady an amazing caramel milk tea instead of a stiff Viscount samurai.

"Yeah, well, you had Elias talking to you in church, Fleuretti. I'm surprised he was unusual to be interested in women."

Miss Chieri's shoulders trembled slightly at the remark.

You're that silver pika armored knight, but even after that, you talked to me when you did. Rose flowers arrived at a later date, so we processed them into rose jam today.

"Not interested in women? So you're saying you're interested in men?

"No, not..."

"He and his teacher are friends like that..."

"Stop."

For some reason Dr. Marceau's complexion turned blue and, conversely, she was dyeing her cheeks as if Master Clarice had even heard a nice story.

"No, he is..."

"I want you to tell me that story."

Is it also a custom for people in this world not to listen to others? When the door on the terrace, which should have been rented out, opened, I thought I was in my early twenties and there was a beauty with bright red hair.

"... Lady Camilla"

"Mr. Reese."

The voices of Master Clarice and Miss Chieri echo at the same time.

Yeah, yeah, of course I remember. He is the same Lecturer at the School of Magic as Dr. Marceau, and is the Duke's Lady Camilla de Reese.

"Mr. Clarice. What do you mean you won't speak to me while I call Marceau?

"Sorry for your loss"

Lady Clarice rushes to bow her head to the pressure that can be hung with the guts.

"Mr. Reese, don't blame the students too much..."

"No, Marceau. We're colleagues. Camilla properly... and don't call me by name"

I told Dr. Marceau, who tried to put the place away, so that Lady Camilla could hang herself and stroke his legs with her fingertips.

That's just not the same age as Miss Chieri.

Sure, Master Camilla is the Duke's three daughters, and she's a lecturer at the college, but she seems to be a pretty hazy woman to call away her senior, Dr. Marceau.

"Do you know Elias, you there?

Ask me as Lady Camilla turns her chest against mine to look down. Too bad. Because the lady is better.

"Dr. Camilla is very luxurious and lovely with curly hair."

"Oh, you can't mislead me with those words."

Still not full, he raised the edge of his mouth slightly while twisting a bright red vertical roll at his fingertips.

I look at it and pound my hand and look back at the lady.

"Letty?"

"Ma'am, let's have a chocolate snack of the day."

"What did you see and associate!?

Camilla, outraged by that one word, ended up holding the tea party as it was, and Chieri exhaled softly so that no one could see her.

This time it was a very “thick” tea party. Anyway, the main heroine, the Viscount Warrant, had two Villain Warrants on the contrary.

There are three villain warrants for this game. If Sharon is a widely shallow detained villain, that Camilla is a vicious villain who comes out when he attacks the adult group.

Real girlfriend, who should have seen it many times in the game but not over the screen, was more intense than she thought.

I thought it was an event today and I was forced to accompany Marceau to a tea party, but I don't know what the main heroine is thinking about calling Sharon either.

Wisdom wanted to sigh on whether to turn those to the enemy at the same time, but I still think the problem is that divine white.

To Camilla, who had all that intimidation, I didn't think I could do anything about the guts to ignore it without changing one complexion.

(I knew we had to get rid of him first...)

"Dr. Reese... I need to put something in your ear."

"Hey Letty, where do I buy this?

Today, my lady and I are going shopping to the city. I look at the note the lady showed me and I frown just a little.

"This is a store in the back alley, isn't it? I'll buy it."

"Don't. Shit, this is what Lady Camilla asked me to do. I must be on my way."

Instructors may ask students to use you at the college.

He said that this is more an aspect of what the lecturer said about social studies of children who are not very involved with the civilian population than a personal favor.

Still, the lady who is the Marquis's Lady didn't have many instructors to ask her to say that, but I can't say no if the other person is that Lady Camilla.

"I've said I've gone too far"

"It's okay, Letty. Well... I'm counting on you."

The lady who dyes her cheeks just a little at the end and so whispers and delves is adorable.

"Oh, ladies, I didn't expect you to come without escorting me to a place like this."

"Nice shot."

"Letty!?

The lady raised her voice very surprised when she treated the toge stick to the man who showed up as soon as she entered the back alley.

"What a surprise for a young lady."

"No, it's not. Wow! What are you doing all of a sudden?

"Ha?"

Eventually, people throwing up "seemingly” dialogues in places like this end up with the same results.

"Oh, you're going to tighten up and get the information, right? Sorry, sir."

"That's not true either..."

The man earlier, with the utmost relief, was holding between his legs with both hands and had pimples and cramps. I can't get the information out of this.

But don't worry. Because he is not alone, and behind it are a few men with faces that are neither angry nor frightened, blades out.

"Son of a bitch, get on with it!

"There's no stripping! Hurt him!

Do you want to strip? Is it just for profit, or did someone ask you to?

When I put [Oak Killer EX] in full swing, the lady who saw it picks the sleeve of my maid's clothes with her fingers.

"You can do it, but, you know, don't“ Nice shot. "

"Hmm."

The lady is kind, isn't she? The lady's face is turning blue or red. Plus, if I launch it properly, I'm not going to be able to listen to you.

"Yes, sir."

As I approach one of them, I snap up the man's leg with a toge stick that has pointed the blade, knock him down to the ground and then hit [Oak Killer EX] like a patterned shot.

Gubble.

"Nice birdie."

"What..."

To my light blow, a man was dangling oil sweat without even being able to pass out, trembling with his face earthy.

"Come on, thank the lady for her kindness. One more shot..."

"No. Yikes!?

It's all right, ma'am. We still have the ball, so let's talk about the relationship behind it.