Rice for Enoch’s Second Expeditionary Unit

Zara asked me if I wanted to stay overnight and see her, but I was refused. Though I imagined that would be the reaction because of my itchy personality.

Then Leezelotte proposes. I was wondering if I could leave Blanche with the Marquis.

Because I knew you were a big phantom beast lover, or you sweetened me on this matter.

- That's why.

"Blanche, let's stay at Leezelotte's house today"

"Nyan."

For once, when you go outside, wear a collar and pull it with a rope.

Blanche didn't hate it, he followed me wheelie. That's right, he's a good kid who can leave a message at Count Evahardt's house.

For once, I cautioned against following bad people. Somehow, he said, "I'll give you honey water! When I say," Wow, "I say," I'm going to follow you. "

Lightly, Blanche riding the carriage.

Liezelotte was trembling with gratitude. In a small voice, he said, "Be my child?" He whispers. He's pretty happy. It's usually a clear, grown-up looking Lieselotte, but if you put the phantom beast in front of you, you'll be like a girl.

Blanche falls asleep all over the carriage floor and takes an easy position.

Liezelotte seemed worried about moisturizing her eyes, touching them or stopping them.

Nevertheless, can Amelia and Blanche get along?

Although when we met before, Blanche licked my mouth (beak) and made a scene.

The carriage arrives at the Marquis residence.

"Welcome home, Lady Lieselotte, Lady Mel, Lady Blanche!

Apparently, the report that Blanche was coming was going first. All the servants welcomed me.

"Quequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequequeque!!

Amelia also comes along with the sound of bass wings all the time.

"Que ~ ~ ~!"

He seemed to miss me, actually, though I was dropping him off in a cool way, and he snuck up on me.

Unlike Blanche, he's a sweet kid who's using his powers to keep me from turning back.

"Queques?"

Lower your posture than I am, and go up and say, "I was leaving you, great?" Amelia asks. Naturally, I would say yes. You loving bastard.

"Nyan."

Here, Amelia seems to have noticed Blanche's presence.

Unlike before, Amelia's body is bigger. Yet he hid behind me and watched how it went.

Blanche sees how Amelia is, or goes inside the mansion with Petapeta without a glance.

"Que......"

Obviously, I'm horrified.

No, you're bigger now, and you don't have to worry about your mouth?

Early childhood memories may be something that lingers deep.

Even today the Marquis family had a sumptuous dinner.

The marquis' tannic surface will also become accustomed to seeing it for the second time.

After dinner, I'll talk to Lieselotte about everything.

"What kind of person is Ooku of the Evahardt family?

"Grandmother? That's right... you're pretty stubborn and tough."

"I see."

Do you feel like a female version of Marquis?

Uh-huh. Tell the unfriendly person, "Let me live in your house!" There's no way I can say anything radical.

"If you refuse, you can live here."

"Well, yeah"

"Oh, that's true!?

In response to my nagging reply, Lieselotte eats up somehow.

"What's wrong with you?

"'Cause you wouldn't mind Mel, would you? I thought if I asked you out, I'd say no."

"That's how you were looking"

If I didn't want to, I wouldn't be able to live with Amelia.

There is no other environment where landlords and servants understand phantom beasts, like the Lichtenberger family.

"But you can't even go to the Count's house with your bare hands, can you? Does the Grand Mistress of the Count Evahardt family like sweets and such?

You can't visit a house with your bare hands.

"Yeah, I think I like it. Shall we let the confectioners make it?

"Uh-huh, what do we do?"

No one will be happy with amateur handmade dishes, although I feel like making them myself and taking them with me. Or so, it's bad to leave it to the Marquis confectioners.

"Then why don't you pick a winter rose in the garden and take it to a souvenir? My grandmother is a flower lover, so I'm sure she'll love it."

"Thank you. If you could put a rose on it, I'd like to."

"Then it's settled. Tomorrow, I'll be up early."

Lizelotte speaks of determination with a crisp look. Fulfill, are you okay?

"Speaking of which, where's Blanche?

"Looks like he's walking around the mansion"

"You're curious."

The servant is escorted, so there is no problem.

I was advised to take a bath, so I give a voice to Amelia, who was gobbling in front of the fireplace.

I was walking down the hallway.

"This painting is the seventh generation contemporary, Eubait"

"Nha ~"

I heard some sinister voices I had heard somewhere and a cat chirping. This is, no way...

Gently, peek into the voices from the corners.

"They were full of women, surrounding seventeen mistresses"

"Nyah."

"Yes, a hell of a guy. The room there is a room for storing books, next door is a room for exhibiting pots collected by previous generations."

"Nha ~ ~"

... the Marquis had a serious face and had given Blanche a guide to the mansion.

On the way, I stroke my head gently with Moffmoff.

"Nha ~ ~"

Blanche had been caressed very manly. And then the Marquis... Wow, I laughed!

They sometimes smile calmly.

"Que ~"

Amelia seemed surprised.

"Amelia, the Marquis is not just a mean person."

"Que ~ ~"

I thought it might feel that way somehow, but you say you still can't forgive the beating on me.

"I don't care anymore."

"Que?"

"The Marquis is doing better."

"Queer ~"

Speak, gently stroking Amelia's neck.

"I just say I am, and Amelia does what Amelia thinks. Because you don't have to overcome or forgive me for not being good."

"Que......"

The Marquis and Blanche leave with their backs to us.

Apparently two (?) seemed to fit.

◇ ◇ ◇

Wake up the next morning with the sunrise.

"Lieselotte, Amelia, wake up!

Invite me to go pick a winter rose with you.

"Yeah......"

"Queer ~ ~"

Both sides "a little more," he said, raising his sleepy voice.

I relentlessly peeled off the sheets.

"Yi Yan"

"Queer ~"

"You can't have a colorful voice. Come on, let's go pick a rose!

Get dressed. Ask me to lend you a deep green piece today. Lovely bow at the waist.

Amelia was also surrounded by samurai and brushed.

Lieselotte also chose the red edged glasses that were on the basin held by the samurai, wrapped around a chocolate-colored piece.

Wear a jacket and head to the rose garden.

Guided by the gardener's grandfather, he proceeds as if exploring the large garden.

"This white rose is in the season."

"Wow, it's beautiful!

It was blooming bigger than my fist. All flowers are full and very beautiful.

I enjoy the dark fragrance and feel graceful in the morning.

"This thin red rose is in bloom for seven minutes."

"I can't get rid of this either."

Every rose is beautiful. I can't choose one thing.

I look back at Liezelotte and Amelia and ask them which is better.

"Oh, they're all beautiful."

"Queer ~"

It gives me cluttered answers. Though I didn't expect it.

"Uh-huh, I knew I'd make it white"

With a scissors for horticulture, cut with patchouli while watching out for thorns.

The samurai has a basin for me, so I put it on it. Pick about ten bottles and finish sorting.

Next, make a bouquet of flowers.

Ahead we headed was a glassy greenhouse. Unlike outside with snow, it's warm and easy to spend.

Even here, they seem to grow different kinds of flowers, starting with roses.

Some trees grow and produce fruit. The flower arch was beautiful and emitted a fragrant scent.

He brought a tablecloth in there so he could work on it. Thorns were carefully pulled out, stem lengths adjusted, wrapped in paper and wrapped in ribbons.

"Liezelotte, Amelia, look, it's done!

"Mel, that's amazing."

"Que ~"

We both have half-closed eyes. I'm sure you're sleepy.

However, the souvenir for the Grand Lady of the Count Evahardt family was completed.

"Well, shall we make it breakfast?"

"Huh?"

Lieselotte slaps her hands with bread.

Then a new desk and chair are brought in and then the dish is carried.

"What, Lieselotte, is this...?

"I asked you to eat here."

"Wow, I'm glad"

Looks like we're ready, so I'll take a seat.

Amelia also had carpet-like fuzzy rugs and an assortment of fruits available.

And breakfast is...

"Hmm?

It was the first thing I saw.

On a square bread layered with cheese and smoked meat, something round rests on it. A cream-colored sauce and black pepper hang from the top.

He cuts it with a knife and a fork and eats it.

"Leezelotte, what's the round on this bread?

"Eggs."

"Huh?"

That said, Leezelotte puts a knife in a round object.

Then the yellows of the thick and semi-ripe eggs overflowed.

I also imitate and cut each egg in half. I sipped it and ate it.

The bread is crisp, smoked meat with a good saltiness on the cheese that deepens the flavour of the smooth sauce. Those flavors are gently enveloped with egg yellows.

I'm impressed. Besides, it feels extra delicious because it's surrounded by beautiful flowers.

It was a lovely breakfast time.