― ― Futa's private room.
As usual, when Futa was working on the muscle tre in the center of the room, a modest knock sounded on the door.
If it's that noisy maid, it won't be a one or a two. It's common for them to jump in.
Another chamberlain came to tell you about the incident.
Fouta raised her face and replied lightly.
There's nothing to hide, and it's not messy enough to make things right.
I am wearing my shirt well today.
If you look at everything and turn around, the door will just open.
Two lovely signons. White brim with silver dumplings between the left and right.
A girl dressed in a matching maid's clothes with corona came to feed the wagon.
"Did Lila make it for you today?
"Yes, Corona is out of seasoning or something."
"I'll see you later."
No more spices!!
There was a maid calling out of the kitchen.
Besides, it's breakfast.
When I glanced at Lira, I could not help but look at the wagon with confidence.
Do you cook poorly? Or is it just the first time to put it out to people?
I don't know where she was or what she was doing, so I can't judge.
Nevertheless, as I have said many times, I have not considered the possibility that Lila is harmful to Futa.
It's obvious, for example, that Lilac let her step into the botanical garden.
Well then, Lila, let me enjoy your handmade breakfast.
"I'm not really sure..."
I had no choice but to sigh and open the cross.
Fluffy, spreading hot air and gentle scent.
"... I'm surprised. It looks like it would taste normal."
"Is that... a pleasure?"
Lila gave a troublesome smile and leaned her head.
I'm sorry to say this, but she thought about it herself.
In the first place, the meal for Futa means that the comparison target is that noise-made.
I readily realized that the lack of confidence probably came from there.
"Heh... this is a dish I haven't seen much of."
"The meat is spelled with eggs and boiled. The soup tastes exactly like dashi... but I can't really refine my flashy taste."
"No, no, that's enough."
If I were to show her cooking in one word, should I say simple?
Focaccia baked basically.
Slowly boiled meat is egg. I can't find ingredients that look like ingredients in a soup that smells like seafood stock.
When it was transferred to the table, the lid first took a mouth.
The more mellow the texture of the eggs and chicken combined, the more compact the taste is, unlike the dark-eyed flavor of the usual corona.
If Corona's meal was based on the premise of eating with bread, the gentle flavor enjoyed in this single dish could be said to be a substitute for Lila.
That's because Corona dares to serve a meal that promotes appetite after realizing that Futa is a healthy home.
In that sense, there is a big difference as a maid from Lila who did everything she could.
Nevertheless.
For Futa, who doesn't know the depth of the situation, it was an unusual, gentle and delicious meal.
"... delicious, Lila."
"... is that so? That's good."
Lila holds the back of her hand gently and shows a reassuring smile.
Too natural, that soft smile instantly drowns Futa.
A soft expression like a possessed object. I shake my head thinking it's something I've never seen before. Of course I've never seen it before. Because she is not her beloved princess.
Somehow
Futa murmured as she advanced through the cutlery.
This soup is as simple as the core of the bone, but it's a taste that you want to keep on tasting.
It's as you imagined, Lila's.
This flavor. The atmosphere of the dish served. The original flavor of the drawn material.
When I heard Lila's cooking, it was exactly the same as what I had imagined in me.
Of course, I was not specifically hit with the product. It's the first dish I've ever seen for Futa, and the flavor also stimulates parts I've never touched with my own tongue.
However, her presence and the culinary atmosphere shaped by her image mirrored each other wonderfully.
"... is that so?
"Hmm... do you look so surprised?
"Instead, you think it's unexpected..."
She says something embarrassing or smelly.
Futa doesn't know her true intentions when she's distracted.
"Heh, Lila looks just like me.... may I ask which dish this is?"
"It's nothing to hide. That's why they often serve it in restaurants (such as Taberna). It's home-cooked in King's Landing."
"Hmm. Well, I've never eaten home cooking in this country. Is that what it tastes like?"
"But I think you'll find something even more delicious.
"Be confident. I really like this."
"... is that so?"
Lila can swim her eyes like she's crushed the escape route. The cheeks dyed slightly with vermilion are an extension of the smell of the previous smell.
Home cooking in Wangdu. In other words, it can be said to be local food.
I mean, she's from around King's Landing, but the fact that she answered means she's less likely to hide anything about herself.
With that in mind, Futa pours warm soup into her throat.
"Corona is a little out of line. I think people who can cook like this are good."
Eh?
"Oh, no, it's not weird."
Huta fixed it in a hurry.
I have a feeling that this is something I'm talking about.
I tend to forget it because of Corona, but it's a royal guest and a maid's position. Wrong use of words can cause her trouble.
"But you seem used to it, but why didn't you feel so confident?
He asks, cutting meat apart so as to change the subject.
The question was about her past, which she avoided earlier, but Futa couldn't afford it.
Nevertheless, she answers lightly, not in such a disgusting way.
While transferring the laundry that was next to it to the basket, it was powdery.
Three, right?
"Three?"
"Yes, one thing is compared to the Corona diet."
"Oh, that's enough."
I see, it is a story that can only be convinced.
"One thing... cooking itself has been going on for a long time"
Was that so?
"Yes, I used to make my own. It took me a while to make it taste good... but I'm glad my body remembered."
Lila smiles softly.
If you dig it up, it revives the memory of a time when one person was confined in the middle of the night, no one could be trusted, scared, and even had to cook their own meals.
To be honest.
After getting busy, even the cold food he was eating after poisoning him - he probably didn't know that he was fighting nausea and talking.
I wonder how precious his warm meal was when he made handmade pasta without knowing anything.
Speaking of which, she was afraid of going somewhere by herself and even carrying someone else's stuff into her mouth.
"The last one is similar to that."
What is it?
"... I've never cooked for anyone before."
Eh?
It was an accident.
As for home cooking, I thought you were acting like someone else.
Such Futa's predictions were fragile and collapsed, and only the girl who smiled until the end was there.
Was that so?
No matter how many feet, you'll notice.
I used to make it myself. I've never made anything for people.
That means there's nothing else to prove that you've been alone forever.
Futa doesn't know how harsh it was behind this soft smile. I don't know. I still can't hear you.
But somehow, I think I know why Lilac had her.
Well then. Can you make it again? "
That's why I told you.
Laugh gently at her who blinks her eyes properly.
"It's so delicious. I want you to make it again. Besides, Lilac and Corona will probably be happy."
"Huh?
I see. Even at the tea ceremony this time. Let me ask Lilac a few questions. I'm sure it won't go away. "
"Um, a little."
"It's okay. Lilac and I have been admitted that Lila and I have been brought together. He told me that my food was delicious."
"No, that's not what it is."
"Did you hear that?
"That's right!! I heard!! From His Highness!!
Oh?
I don't suppose so. The words you let loose with a feeling that you don't mind seeing them in the middle of the day don't blur Futa's heart.
But then she shakes her head.
"Your Highness doesn't really like this kind of meal... it's fine."
"Really? It feels like a waste."
No...
Lila's mouth, which shakes her neck, is only slightly lighter because of the tip.
--Yes, it was getting lighter.
If the words come out of your mouth, I'm sure the load on your shoulders is everything.
"If you're happy, that's enough."
"Ah, ah."
Having let go of that, she told her to mend it.
"Oh no, that's not what I meant!!
That word is exactly the same as the one at the end.
A moment later, Futa nodded and scratched her cheeks with a dry smile.
"That's right. Ha-ha. I'm just a little clear."
"I'm sorry, in a strange way."
"It's good. I was so happy."
I meant it.
Is it because the voice is similar?
Somehow her words are pleasant to hear. And strangely, it stabs you in the heart.
"Mr. Lila"
Yes, what is it?
I feel like I have to say something.
And for some reason, that word comes out of your mouth surprisingly naturally.
It's me.
Almost face to face.
And for some reason, it's close.
What makes you feel closer than the closest Lilac - Futa doesn't know, but instinctively feels it, but it's the death.
That's why I told her I felt lonely.
I feel like I can't get into any circles now, and I say it.
Straight from the front.
Good to see you.
"Eh...."
"I wonder why. I don't know. Ha ha!"
Really?
Stiffness.
"Mr. Lila?
Hold the laundry basket.
"Oh, Lila?
Lila walks out in a hurry.
Don't stop the door from closing, just drop it off.
"I haven't finished my meal yet... but I was wondering if you could come and get it."
Such blurriness disappeared somewhere.
With the closed door on its back, the maid's clothes slipped down.
In the laundry basket, she buried her face stained with vermilion and murmured.
"I'm not convinced...."
How can Lila speak honestly like this?
Why does Futa give Lila what she wants?
His smell fills up overdue.
"... I envy you."
- I'm sure that's it.
Without even telling Corona, Lila started visiting him.