Tensei Shite Inaka de Slowlife wo Okuritai

"... I want to eat parfait."

The day after the summer, when the hospitality of Viscount Doll was finished.

I wanted a parfait, despite the time it was getting chilly to be in short sleeves.

A parfait made by Alfleet before.

It is a candy that contains many dreams such as cookies, muffins, puddings, milk gelatos and fruits in a large glass container.

I can't forget the excitement of eating it before.

Pia milky gelato like a fluffy snowy mountain and moist milk pudding. Cookies and fluffy muffins that can be snapped in your mouth.

The taste when they all came together was more shocking than the first time I ate cookies in my life.

I also want to enjoy that happiness.

"What happened to Mina?"

When I remembered the taste of parfait, Sala, who was in charge of cleaning the windows, asked me.

"I wanted to eat parfait."

"Oh, that is. That was very delicious."

Speaking frankly with his desires, Sala nodded deeply to agree.

If you say that your hand has stopped after thinking about sweets during work, Sala is usually careful, but it is different only this time.

Parfait was something special among her, so Sala would agree with my opinion.

"I want to eat again"

You have the opportunity to eat milk gelato to entertain the Viscount d'Or and relax Tikul, but you have not yet had the opportunity to eat parfait.

"Yes. According to Alfleet, each one can put whatever they like. I would like to combine it with other fruits to find my own variation."

"Isn't it nice! My own parfait!"

Parfait packed with only your favorite things! What a wonderful sound! Dream spreads.

If I make parfait myself, I will make milk gelato and pudding in two and stab cookies. I like crushed cookies, but the compatibility between milk gelato and cookies is also excellent.

In addition, we cut Libra and put strawberries ……

"Oh, I'm thinking that I want to eat more! Would you please ask Bartolo to make it?"

"... It's a very attractive idea, but no good."

"Why?"

I'm surprised that I didn't think I would be told that I got on this far.

He gave me such a positive opinion and agreed.

"Mina often asks me to make sweets, but is Bartolo busy? Everyone's daily meal, Elinora's lunch box, our stomach, and a dish developed by Alfleet There is a reproduction of it, and we can not bother you very much about us. ''

"... That's right."

I sometimes make cookies, but Bartolo is the only cook in this house.

When you're busy, you're more than a maid.

In addition to the work that Sala said, Bartolo is also engaged in the procurement and management of ingredients.

I can't say that I made a parfait even though I was busy.

No, I really want to say it.

When Sarah told me about that again, I felt cold.

Sara smiles kindly when I'm embarrassed.

"Well, I have more chances to eat again if I'm in the mansion. Let's work hard now."

"Yes, I understand!"

Sara tells me so, and I respond honestly.

And I suddenly returned to me.

"Huh? I feel like I was apprehended by my seniors, but I'm a senior?"

I leaned at a relationship that was turned upside down.