"Huh? Orgol?
Corona, who was rolling around reading a book in Fouta's room, raised her face in his words.
It should not be forgotten that she is a maid entrusted with the care of Futa. It's not supposed to be in the owner's bed and reading.
The real problem is that nobody blames it.
"Oh, yeah. Corona gave me Lilac or an organ. How did you make it?
"Whatever you say."
When she woke up, she grabbed the Fouta orgall box that was on the side table.
"In this box, tape the sound recorded by recording technique."
Peh, what's that?
"Feel it? Hmm, it's hard to explain, Master Futa."
Um, um, whenever I tilted my little neck to the left and right, her two chambers of gold pretended to shake.
"Well, I want to say a special box. Master Huta, do you want a replacement?
"I don't think I'm going to ask you for another organ... no, that's not it."
Mei-do?
"It sounds like a scream...."
The lid sitting on the sofa combined its arms with where it came from - nothing in particular to hide, so I decided to explain the washing.
I talked to Izna in the dining room (Taberna).
Challenges from Lilac for a meeting with Pasta.
How I thought Corona might be familiar with music.
The more she talks, the more she nods.
"But hey... it's time to reveal the secret of the maid..."
"Corona's... secret...?
A foul smile, even a bad one, is more amusing than just what she does. If this were pasta, it would be just a scoundrel.
"Well, it's not a big deal. The maid just pours water into the glass and slaps it."
"Like a xylophone?
Hmm. It sounds so good, this is it. "
But she goes on.
"Made to measure, I don't know anything about music. Come on, it's like this!
"Isn't that... even better?
"Hmm, let's do this so that people can play it properly. The maid doesn't have that skill."
"No, it's amazing enough. Uh, hey, Corona."
Huh?
Standing up, Huta looked at her with anticipation.
"Give it a try. You can do it in the kitchen, right?
As long as you can play a song imagining something like that orgall.
Futa thinks it's just amazing.
With honest words and pure pleasure in mind, Corona blinks.
Then, I raised my mouth angle.
"Shhhhhh!!
Piang and I jumped out of bed and headed to the kitchen together.
"Mmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
That's how I came to the kitchen. Where do you go with your usual chopping boards on the counter? Instead, dozens of glasses lined up were made of glass that was as solid as a bad item in the castle.
The corona divides the water pumped up by the lid into several pieces - tap lightly with a stick and adjust the sound.
I couldn't tell which one was what, but it seemed different to her. A full-faced smile that hits you to a certain extent and looks back at whether you're satisfied or not.
"Ready!
Well, please, Doctor.
"Leave it to me.
Bye, and a moment of patrolling.
Metal sticks in both hands - usually used to stir up alcohol, they gently pour on it.
The melody made Futa hear her own organ in the room.
"Mmhhhhh, runnhhhh. Papapapapapapapapapapapa"
This little sound fills the kitchen.
Because I use both hands well, not only the melody line, but also the baseline fits beautifully.
The person will also create an uptempo rhythm with pleasure, and spin around as much as you can afford.
She had plenty of room to rotate the bowl with her fingertips during cooking, but the performance seemed healthy even in music.
Occasionally, he throws the muddler lightly, turns it around, catches it, hits the glass, and even entertains his eyes.
"It's because!"
With a lot of noise, she shook up her hands to finish a song.
"Like this!
"Wow... that's amazing"
This is just a round of applause.
Her cheeks turned red with lightning and rising breath, but a lovely smile loosened up by an unstinting admiration.
She just calmed her breath once more, tilting her neck to ask and saying, "But."
"A little different from Orgol?
"If you ask me, yes."
By the way, there is.
Fun made-up music was sometimes mixed with melodies that were usually confined to the organ.
Sometimes Huta herself can hear it, and she has tilted her neck several times saying, "Oh, not here."
However, since it was a beautiful sound, it could not be said to be a failure.
After all, she says to Futa, who can only say good.
"Well, this is how it's different from your real job. Maid, I'm going to do it with the feeling of that time... and you're going to tell me to do something I don't know."
"That's another rejection from the direction I never imagined...."
If it's an entrance song, you should play the same song.
Nevertheless, neither Corona nor Futa has the power to wake her up on the spectrum, and above all, Corona does not have the technology to read the spectrum.
"It was a waste of time around here, so I didn't take it that seriously. I'm sorry."
"It's nothing to be apologized for. I just thought it was amazing....."
There is nothing to be apologized for if you are surprised that there is such music.
Rather, I was surprised by this maid's versatility.
"But what? I don't know."
Hmm?
Something, something, the corona shakes to the left and right.
As she pounded out the glass, her cheeks swollen and murmured in agony.
"Futa, Princess, and noodles. Everyone is doing spe-pee, and the maids are a little lonely."
Spectacular.
"If there's anything that a maid can do, I really want to do it."
When asked, Futa nodded for sure.
Lilac and Huuta were the ones who threw themselves into the gladiator, and Pasta also played a role as a fact sheet rather than the back.
It is true that Corona, who is neither a samurai nor a member of the management team, feels uncomfortable that it will be the subject of a gladiator.
The surprise was that Corona herself cared about it - she lived happily now enough to say she wanted to go out with her.
And it's not that you're incapable.
Rather, you can say that she exceeds Futa with many specs. If she wants to get involved in the arena, there is no reason for Futa to refuse.
Of course, if you say you want to go to the game, I'll squeeze it with wings and stop it. If Corona had any scratches on her, she wouldn't get into her game either.
"Sure, it may be difficult as it is... but then, let's try hard to play the same thing? It's just..."
If you can play music according to the score, that doesn't mean you can trust the music in the arena.
Such cloudiness, but Corona sucks and nods.
"You see, the maid can't cook half the rice. It can be served to guests in the arena! If you can't feel it, then it's time!
Fufu and her chest tightened, and Futa smiled unintentionally.
She's a little girl with no change of heart, just a little bad feelings.
If I was told that it might be pointless even if I worked hard, it would be normal for me to be a little cloudy.
Hekuchi
It's not tight.
Hmm...... but that's it, Master Futa. If you want the princess to make music properly, you should find someone who can really make music. "
"Are you sure you can do music? I'm not around."
"If you're not there, look for it! It's not like I can't go out. I'll follow your maid!
"That's reliable.... now, can you do me a favor? In fact, I haven't talked to Lilac about when to prepare."
"Leave it to me. Maid, there are a lot of places I'd like to go!
"... oh, that's just going to play."
"Mind your own business!
With her tongue out, she laughs.
"Besides, Futa! The maid wants to go, right?
In that eye, expectations.
Her eyes awaited a reply, just as Huta had asked Corona for music.
I don't think they'll say no. But I'm a little worried.
Is it bothering you? Don't you think it will be troublesome?
Because such intentions are hidden, Huta laughs relentlessly.
"Yeah, we can always go."
Hey, hey!
Corona shook her fist cheerfully as she nodded.