The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

Juliana was frustrated.

It's been a long time since I've been insulted like this.

"--So, you're the one who's going to prepare me tea today?

"I'm afraid."

"Not Mrs. Graz, not Amarier, not Corinna, but you."

Thank you very much.

Juliana unexpectedly closed the fan as she lowered her head.

Hidden life - no, the only pleasure in this breathless royal life is that today it is certain to be ruined.

She sighs and leaks.

It is true that Juliana has so far fired many maids because of how she brews tea.

But many of them were to protect themselves and their sons.

For example, I once threw a maid out half-naked because I had poisoned the tea and held a dagger under my clothes.

I also blamed a maid for spreading poisonous insects in her young son's bedroom.

Both were the result of the first prince, Felix, who exploded madness and jealousy to ensure his reign.

Juliana also avoided slamming the Queen in the water.

At the same time, I was insulted by the "harsh queen" and allowed myself to be isolated in the posterior palace.

The more maids come and go, the safer.

After all, the maids who serve themselves, except the extremely popular maid-in-law, are always afraid of Juliana. I don't even know if my real son understands her true intentions.

But Juliana didn't mind.

Because it is the first time that life and dignity are protected, such as hurting the chest of bad reputation.

Nevertheless, the collapse of King Werner almost assured Felix's reign, and now that the Empress has finally settled the spear, there is no longer more bad reputation than necessary.

Finally, I can treat the frightened maid somewhat gently - and eventually, this is where I wanted to repair my relationship with my much broken son and maid in chief.

(... I wonder if my favorite tea will be boiled by this stupid new American maid)

It is a fact that when you brew a bad tea, you get upset.

Juliana looked skeptically at the maid in front of her.

Thick glasses with simple black hair and about half the size of the face.

The clothes are clean, but somewhere wild.

A maid who lacks expression and thinks that she can't comprehend the whole thing.

(---... eh?)

And then something strange happened.

The girl named Elma woke up and smiled slightly.

A supple, stretched figure that looks like it was pulled by a single line from above your head.

Every once in a while, a maid's clothes that didn't seem to fit the length of the body appeared to fit perfectly along the line of the body.

It's a well-balanced, beautiful style.

Lips that look like a faint smile also look so beautiful that I don't know why I haven't noticed them before.

The left and right are perfectly targeted, and there is a mouth area with products.

I just stretched my spine and smiled.

Yet it was a dramatic change, as if the girl in front of her had suddenly transformed from an unspeakable civilian into an elegant lady.

"You...."

Unexpectedly, Juliana reached out to hold the fan.

But Elma looked up at the sky and quietly nodded, "It's time."

"I'm afraid I'll make you some tea."

She lowered her head gracefully towards Juliana to sit on the chair set in the garden.

All that happened in the next few decades was beyond Juliana's imagination.

"The brand of tea will be fine. In addition to the first picked label, we also offer Sturtz, Credel and honeysuckle if you like."

"Is that so...? And that's the first time you picked a label? Then do it."

"Yes, sir."

Leberg's tea leaves are very precious, with limited circulation, and can only be harvested near the top of steep mountains.

In her native country, where there were many nobles who liked tea, Juliana jumped one or two because she had barely spoken since she married the Kingdom of Luden.

Nevertheless, I am familiar with black tea, which does not seem to be rising in the civilian population.

"There are three types of milk available."

"Three kinds...?

If you think about what the three species are, they have all kinds of cattle.

It is not as fulfilling as it is in my home country.

"Labelk, it's also the first time we pick it, so we don't need to add any milk, so we recommend the most understated arbeline varieties."

"So... well then..."

At this point, Juliana was convinced that tea brewed by this girl would no longer be of the highest class of nobility in her native country.

"Thank you for that. Today, Arbelline Beef Moritz is in a really beautiful mood, and the milk is definitely the best. - Moritz, Camon!

"You're squeezing it now!? So where did the cow come from now!?

No, it might go beyond that.

Juliana stared stunnedly at the maid who squeezed the milk as she spoke to the cow.

After securing fresh milk and politely pushing the cow out of sight, Elma then smoothly handled the tea leaves into the pot, pouring in water that was definitely warm from the side and covering the cozy.

It is an unobstructed and really interesting, subtle talk that connects the scene while steaming.

Soon after she finished steaming, she gently lifted up the white magnetic pot and poured tea into the cup she held in the other hand.

A sunny lunch break.

The blessed light that plunged from the sky sparkled the amber liquid and gracefully settled in the cup while drawing a smooth trajectory, like a rainbow connecting heaven and earth.

(Ugh... beautiful...!

Juliana felt the shock of just pouring tea on her cheeks because of her artistic nature.

"Enjoy it, please."

Eventually, the tea presented was perfect.

Yes. Perfect.

The colour and fragrance are perfect.

My intuition tells me. I don't want to add milk, but I want you to drink it as it is first.

Following that voice, the tea lover, the queen, raised the cup with a deviant hand.

Including one mouth, the pleasant temperature and delicate tannins spread to the tongue, and I feel a return fragrance that can only be said to be elegant if I drink it.

I don't know what to say.

This is the first time I've ever had tea like this that goes to the middle of my liking with all my might.

"---... ahh...!

Extremely impressed, Juliana leaked a trance scream.

"It's awesome...!

After stepping into the garden, Lucas and Gerda solidified for a while, staring at each other's faces, and then saw Juliana wanting tea in the garden again.

She was often consolidating her beauty with a sharp expression, and now she's smiling - no, she's dyeing her cheeks and screaming in a terrific color.

The feeling that the heartfelt joy has leaked is really blissful in the eyes, and it is likely to wash my mind even as I look at it.

"So... His Highness's full smile...? What is it...? Are you hallucinating...?

Fu, you can hear a strange murmur coming from behind you diagonally.

Turning a little closer, Irene, a blonde maid with a pure white complexion, stood there. No, rather than standing there, it's like my soul is falling out of the bush.

The admired Second Prince was right next door, but he couldn't afford to make a shiba.

Apparently, after being ordered by Chief Maid Gerda to join in the apology, she arrived here one step ahead and was as rigid as Lucas.

Seeing the grin of the fierce queen, who is said to snow in summer just by looking at her smile, she seems to be trembling at that rarity.

No, technically, that's not the only thing that shocked Irene.

"I can't believe we just finished the workload that the four of us do in one day in the morning, all of which is perfect..."

Irene was deeply concerned that many of Elma's tasks had been completed at such horrible levels before Juliana's tea was prepared.

Moreover, Elma, who acts as tea, does not see the colour of fatigue in the pieces.

Even more so.

"Once you've eaten the scones, this is the sweet of the day. Please forgive me for concentrating your hobbies and not putting them on the tea stand so that you can enjoy the process until they are finished."

"Well....!

Elma begins to prepare sweets respectfully at the place where the three of you will be watching.

Of course, Irene and Gerda pushed the wagon with the cookware they had never even seen before in Lucas - and I can't imagine what would happen from here anymore.

(What is that...? When you look at thick fabrics and thin iron plates, do you even make crêpes...?

As the second prince, Lucas, who has spoken of sweets from east to west in ancient times, can hardly make such a contact.

But Elma's behavior was a little more than that.

"Start by making a soft, melting crepe that tastes good"

Cook the crêpe carefully and gather it in the middle of the iron plate with a beautiful fold.

"Then sprinkle the alcoholic distilled liquor - and today we are using the aromatic Gros Croix brandy."

With a dancing hand, Elma tilted the bottle toward the crêpe on the iron plate, making a further match.

"Flambe"

- Bo!

Every once in a while, a beautiful flame flies towards the sky.

Aaah!

Juliana raised her scream - it was not fear, but a scream of joy - and held her breath.

"Oh my God... my chest won't stop ringing...!

The expression of excitement is no longer that of a girl.

Elma quickly put the crepe on a plate, sprinkled with fruit and sauce, and served it to Juliana along with two dishes of sweets.

Then I lifted the bridge of my glasses.

"Today's item is a trilogy inspired by Oriental mystery, spiritual zen. From left to right, I'm called" Business (Karma), "" Nirvana (Nehan), "" Enlightenment, Beyond. "

--What a name...!

Lucas and the others peered into the voice of the hearts of the three people, and it became strange.

"Wonderful....! I see, a flame that leaves a rich fragrance that enchants and corrupts people, but also leaves a lasting image for a moment, represents a disastrous and sweet sin, or karma, that was born and destined for humans...!

"You're right."

--But it's all connected ---!

Lucas and the others looked at each other in cold sweat.

Ahh......! It's been twenty years since we set foot in the land of Rouden. No, I've never seen such a rich and beautiful sweet in my life back in Rutland!

"It's a sweaty face with excessive words."

Ah Ma, won't Elma meet Juliana, who has begun to roll up in her very excited native language, Lalando?

--Language Proficiency ---!?

Again and again, Lucas and the others shouted in their brains.

But the shock didn't stop there.

─ Oh, that's a lot, isn't it?

When Juliana turned to me and leaned her neck, Elma nodded one more time, and thought that the next moment, there would be three more seats at the table.

Even Lucas, who had excellent motor vision, doubted his eyes for a moment.

No way, Elma shouted faster than the three breathed.

"The three of you in your bushes. This cheerful day will make you thirsty. - I would like to thank His Highness Juliana. May I bestow upon you the honor of your companionship and maid of honor, and my beloved senior maid of honor?

That's what Lucas and the others were peeking at.

Juliana, who was asked for permission to attend, burst into tears for a moment, and when she recognized Lucas' appearance, she laughed as if she could play.

"Well! You guys....!

What's so strange is laughing with tears.

"Yeah... yeah, let's do that. Fufu... I kind of want to dream about it."

The truth is, I've always wanted to try this.

Probably only Lucas and Elma could hear the little Latvian murmur.

By the way, the spiritual zen sweets that the three first tasted were all so delicious that they were about to ascend to heaven.