He begins to rely on the pale light of the demonic light in a thin dark room where there is still some (how long) respite for the morning sun to peek.
Sleeves through the usual black piece and wears an apron dress with plenty of frills from above. Tie up your familiar brown hair in the mirror and garnish with white brim to finish.
How long has it been since I stopped feeling uncomfortable with the outfit I wasn't used to at first?
Rather now, I feel strangely restless without these made-up clothes.
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Distract yourself from the mirror you were staring at. I don't have time to be ridiculous. Morning time passes very quickly.
Head to the service room and start preparing your tea. This is a daily routine every morning because the lady always serves tea when she wakes up.
Boil the water with a special magic prop and pour it into a ceramic teacup and pot to warm the vessel. In the meantime, when the water is boiled again, tea leaves are prepared in anticipation of just about boiling.
It is the tea leaves of Glendam tea that fit in a silver container that reflects light lightly. It is a precious tea leaf that lives only in the great forest where the elves live, as close to the central part of the continent. Although it is inherently a difficult product to obtain in this city, far from the central part of the continent, it is not so difficult to prepare it given the financial resources of this House.
Teaspoon tea leaves of equal value to gold. This slightly coarse tea leaf is a great way to brew a delicious cup of tea.
When the tea leaves are added to the pot, pour the boiling water all at once, cover with a crisp lid and steam. When you have all the tea ready on a tray with a highly insulated mat, you head to the lady's room.
The hallway is dim only with the light of the demonic light provided on the wall, but the sky is starting to whiten if you look out the window. Soon the sun will show its face.
In front of the desired room, gently knock on the heavy door shredded out of the wooden dragon scale and open the door without waiting for a reply. It is in this mansion that such imitation is allowed - no, all over the world, I am the only one who is a maid with a lady.
The bedroom is colored with a number of conditioning items that are of such great value that it is scary to put them in your mouth.
The lady is in the center of those luxurious pieces, in a bed with a lid.
"... ho"
The sigh leaked unexpectedly when I opened the lid that was protecting the lady's sleeping appearance from the pure air in the outside world.
Every morning every day, you should no longer be used to seeing it, but it's still beautiful enough to keep your chest tight every time you see it. In front of this supreme art created by God, even a bunch of the conditioning in the room will lose sight of its value.
"Good morning, ma'am"
Softly wrapped in bright white sheets, she speaks to a lady who rounds her bright white limbs as small as a fetus, no less than it is.
As with the long hair spreading over the bed, my eyelashes glowing in silver responded to my voice and swayed slightly, but that was all. There's no sign of waking up.
I am not particularly upset because it is the usual, and I reach for the lady as usual.
As I gently fingered the hair on the white magnetic cheek, I placed my hands on my shoulders and gently rocked them.
With the joy of being touched by something so beautiful and the guilt of touching something so beautiful at the same time, I gently and gently shake that thin, twisted shoulder carefully so that it never breaks.
Ma'am, it's morning.
"Ugh..."
My eyelids slowly lift up, and my eyes of complex colors that are difficult to describe any of the colors that shine beyond me are pointed at me.
But it would be suspicious if still blurry and shaky eyes were able to recognize me correctly.
"Ma'am, it's this way"
Taking the lady's hand, which looks uncertain of consciousness, leads her out of bed to the table.
The time to this point is as calculated. I no longer remember my body without thinking about it. A light mixture of tea in the pot, which was a perfect drink, is poured into the cup. The sweet and refreshing scent spreads into the room every time a deep red honey Shizukumi dances in the cup. A lady who's going to be back in her dream world again seems adorable with this sweet scent and the way she moves her nose.
The lady slowly mouths the cup when she offers it to the lady, who has finished pouring it until the last Shizukuishi, where the flavour and aroma are most concentrated.
Beside the lady who tastes tea quietly, I don't do anything but just shut up and refrain.
I feel like this is the only time the rush of the morning is flowing loosely.
Maybe this is the best time of my life.
"Morning, Ariel"
The lady, who took plenty of time to drink up her tea, looks completely awake already, her eyes are filled with the usual strength of will, and her standing is filled with an air of transcendence.
For the first time since then I open the curtains in my room and expose my lady to the light of the outside world.
Just beyond the ridge of the mountain range of swords (tsugi) the sun was beginning to show its face.
At the same time, the ecclesiastical bell sounds in the city.
"It's still a good morning, my lady"
Thus begins the day of Lady Lazeheima, ruler of the demon mining city of Berg.