Tilea’s Worries

The feast began.

Sit at the table, keeping the tension going. After a while, Tim approached me.

"Ah, Master Camilla!

Speaking up, Tim nods gently.

And when you put your hand on my shoulder,

"Sister, this one is Mires. It's in a toy I recently found. As my doll, I'm bored."

That's what I've introduced you to.

That's hard, anyway. Though it has fallen, my house is a nobleman with a clean title. I've never been treated like this before in my life.

Tim from the common people behaves like a royal, and I, a nobleman, behave like a civilian.

Well, that's fine. That sounds like Tim. Tim has a charisma that doesn't say yes or no, so I accept something.

"Tim, you can't put it that way!

"It was. Not my doll, but your sister's doll..."

"Teemu!"

Looks like Mr. Tyrea got mad at Tim for what he said. I basically stuck Tim's cheek together.

Ugh!? Soft looking cheeky - stretched all the time. Mommy, I don't know, I'd like to try it too... NOT!

Oh, my God, if I imitated Tim like that, no matter how much - that!?

Ugh, I accept.

And I can't believe it.

No matter how huge your opponent is, Tim is returning it triple without hesitation to those who defy him!

There's that Tim who retaliates by more frightening means than a ruthless, utterly ghost knight!

... Tilea's will remain.

When you're stunned by the sight in front of you,

"Look, apologize to Mires"

"Mi, hissu, I'm sorry"

Apologized!? Tim, an arrogant chunk!?

Ninety-nine centimeters, no, ten percent. Tim didn't apologize even when there was a fault here!?

It became even more daunting.

Tim apologizes clumsily for being pulled on the cheek, but he's cute. And the picture of a pretty sister scolded by her sister will loosen her cheeks when she sees sisterly love.

Yeah, I'm glad I came. That's a cute gap.

Then listening to a lot of stories, apparently there was also one stuffing yesterday between Tim and Mr. Tyrea. Anything, Tim, you think he's hesitant to serve? The vulgar thing you serve is that you wanted me to be a slave.

Yeah, it's the usual Tim. I was fully thinking about that possibility, too. It can't be the side of the dinner invitation, but Tim will tell you.

I couldn't help it either, so I was willing to pay.

But once again, with Mr. Tyrea's sermon...

The status quo.

Tim puts a knife and a fork on the table for me.

Tim pours me tea in a pot for me.

Tim carries the food for me.

That Tim!

I didn't even do it myself to open one door knob because of the arrogant shore, and Tim made me senior Anassy!

They don't divulge one thing, they work for good. It's an incredible sight. If I saw this, Senior Anassy and everyone in her class would be surprised.

Tim, I am truly submissive to your sister.

Tilea watched Tim behind such a worthy work with a merciful look.

"Mires, Tim's taking care of you. Thanks."

"Yes, no. That's what I do for Camilla."

"Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, Master Camilla..."

Mmm!? Mr. Tyrea looks weird. I guess it's because I said Lady Camilla.

That's okay. That's all Tim is saying, soothing his mouth. Even your sister, Mr. Tyrea, I think you'd be mad if I called Tim on my own.

... I wonder if it's not.

Mr. Tyrea looks like a good sister. Maybe I'd be happier to say Tim normally.

"Oh, that Tim - hi-ha!?"

Tim stared at me with a great face. Sounds like a ban after all. There was Tim, the usual queen.

Yeah, no matter what Mr. Tyrea thinks, you should stop because Tim hates you. Let's be like Camilla.

Even if you're wearing made-up clothes and behaving worthwhile, Tim's contents are an arrogant queen. It's just that unlike Tim at school, he's a lot of people at home. Not only did I stare earlier, but it wasn't weird that a tremendous curse flew in.

Is there still a big presence of your sister, Mr. Tyrea? Uh-huh, Mr. Tyrea is a good sister with a sense of serenity and kindness. But there are no shards of majesty like disciplining that Tim.

Tim, why are you so obedient to your sister? Tim would say, "Fragile sister!" or something like that. "

"Oh, is that Lady Camilla always like this at home?

Tim asked Mr. Tyrea in the gap back in the kitchen. There's too much gap between you and Tim at school. I'm not about to wear a cat. It's someone else. As much as I believed the other one of the twins.

"Right - maybe more tense than usual. You must be floating because you invited your first friend."

"Really?

"Yeah, I am. Tim didn't have any friends his age. I'm happy to be friends with a good girl like Mirez, and I'm jumping inside."

Uh-huh, I'd really love to. But that's not like Tim's character. I just think you're happy because you can eat with your sister.

"Lady Camilla..."

"Hey, Miles, I wasn't sure if I'd stick with you earlier, but you say. You don't have Lady Camilla in your classmate. Call me Tim normally."

"But Lady Camilla told me to call you that."

"I see... right? That's what Tim would say. You can't possibly not say that."

Mr Tyrea is convinced by himself. Apparently, Mr. Tyrea didn't force Tim to. Then why is Tim letting everyone call him Camilla, not even by order of his favorite sister? Making yourself known in the name of the Devil's Clan only gives birth to the surroundings and the clan.

"That simple question is, why is Master Camilla letting everyone call you Master Camilla?

"Oh, you think so. Yeah, yeah, don't you know what medium two sickness-- Mires, you wanted to admire a dark hero when you were little?

"Aren't you a hero?

"Yeah, yeah. Big thief under heaven, bandit king, whatever. You know, there are times when you admire strong, bad guys. Is that what Tim is now? That's why I'm talking about Camilla and everything."

I see. Certainly there was a time when bad neighborhood kids used to play like big bandits and big bandits in history.

And Tim's the same?

Uh-huh, really?

Kind of unbelievable. It's just a floating away Mr. Tilea, but Mr. Tilea is Tim's sister. Maybe that's what Mr. Tyrea would say.

"With that said, the Demon Camilla was a fanatic favorite of some."

"What do you mean?

"I'm Camilla from the Demon Clan, but she's famous for being a magical leader. That's why people are worshipping the magical abyss."

"Heh - there are those guys"

"Yes, some fanatical believers call themselves descendants of Camilla, and some kings call themselves King Camilla. For a strong nation like the Demonic Camilla, you made the flag an elephant of the Demonic Camilla."

"That's another thing. Is Camilla that amazing?

"Yes, according to the inheritance, Camilla had a tremendous amount of magic. That's as easy for the modern strong to fall into the position of the weak. You said it was equipped with even more exceptional magic technology and a sturdy flesh no less than that? Even if someone could have scratched Camilla's demon bullet and approached him, he would have fallen before that thick barrier and flesh."

"Or you're totally indispensable. Maybe, but what would have happened if there had been a demon clan called that Camilla in the previous Kingdoms raid?

"If you're as strong as you inherit, you're devastated. It would have been the end of the world, not just the king's capital. The Demonic Camilla bullet was as strong as a meteor."

"Meteors were the strength of meteorites!

"Yes, they were able to send down a demon bullet powerful enough to blow up the town in one shot, like a meteor"

"Even half the talk is amazing. That's all you can do, you can be an avid believer."

"Yes."

"Mmm, so, in time, could Tim be a believer too?

"Uh-huh, what do you think? Master Camilla is not so much a fanatic of the Demonic Camilla as the Demonic Camilla itself."

Hmm!? I noticed something I said myself.

No way, I used to smile that it couldn't be.

"Oh, uh, Te, Tilea and the others are a little, ma'am."

Ha!? What were you trying to say?

Impossible. Tim's magic is mediocre in itself. No matter how high your combat skills are, that's impossible with that magic.

Yeah, yeah, what a delusion.

No... can you defeat that Elizabeth with mediocre magic? Besides, I feel like a magic leader can do anything about magic. You can do so lightly the cover-up magic that deceives the human eye.

"What's wrong, Miles?

"Hi-no!!

I got scared as soon as I derived that hypothesis. Screaming unintentionally.

"Duh, what's wrong, really?

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I haven't seen anything. I won't go against the Demons. So..."

"Hey, Miles, what do you mean, Demon Clan?"

"What!? What!? Because"

"Maybe you thought Tim was a demon from the conversation earlier? Hey, hey, hey, hey. That's not much."

Mr. Tyrea has the look on his face that he told me to do. It doesn't have such an atmosphere as a flawed identity and sealed mouth. Too much of my thinking?

"... aren't you sure you're not a demon?

"Oh, you know what? Tim's not human, Camilla the Demon? Then what am I? Are you saying he's a demon king?

"Yes, no"

I can't think of Mr. Tyrea as a demon. If such a foolish man were a demon, all the inhabitants of the King's capital would be in the ranks of the devil's brakes.

Let's be cool.

... Yeah, that's right. That's right. Assuming Tim was a demon, why would he go to school? What makes Demonic Camilla take classes? To spy on the humans? No, no, then there are plenty of more important facilities. Why bother infiltrating the school? More importantly, without such espionage, the world can be easily destroyed with the power of the Demonic Camilla.

The Demon Camilla took a sports test yesterday. Impossible.

What makes a legendary demon eat lunch in the school yard at lunch?

Yeah, it sounds stupid.

Then he comes from the Martial Gate of a famous family who is a royal family of some country, but the setting is tighter that he is defeated and delayed by political strife. Rather, that suspicion is growing, isn't it?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Tyrea. I think I'm getting tired."

"Really? Don't even root for your studies."

"Yes."

"I'll get back to it. I was thinking, after all, Tim's. That's transient stuff. It's bad for Mires, but just stick with her a little bit."

"Wow, I get it"

"I'm sorry. You can force me to stop, but even if I force you too much, you'll bend Heso. You're angry when you call me Tim."

"Yes, it's an amazing sword screen"

I get so angry that I think they're going to kill me. Tim's anger is awesome. If I went through that, I wouldn't be afraid of most things.

"Mires is an adult, isn't she? Tim annoys me, but don't abandon me."

"No, no... I don't think it's annoying. I can't abandon you to that. Instead, I'm desperately trying to be Camilla's friend so I can't be abandoned."

"Yes, but it's not. Tim thinks of you as a friend."

"What!? Really?!

"Tim can't be honest because of his character, but I'm pretty sure he likes Mires."

"Is that true?

"Yeah, because Tim is selfish with that one. I won't let someone I don't like stay by my side. I'm with you all the time because I think of you as my friend."

I guess it's true. I don't feel like I'm with you all the time at school as a friend, I just feel like you're treating me like a doll...

"I can't believe it"

"I don't know why a talented lady like Mires is so vulnerable. But, you know, I'm Tim's sister. I know Tim best."

Mr. Tyrea says so with a certain word. I know it's Mr. Tyrea's mistake, but I'm so glad you said that.

"Then can I think of you as a friend of Lady Camilla's?

"Of course! It's not natural. Don't tell me you're sad you're not more of a friend. You'll be friends with Tim's best friend and his precious sister, and Mires is my best friend."

Ugh, I'm getting a little tears.

Mr. Tyrea, he's warm and very nice. You should miss Tim so much, Tilea, who floats his spilling familiarity to the surface.

Then Tim sat across from the table. He replaced his salary with someone named Mr. Nielsen. I wonder if he's an employee.

Now, the three of us enjoy our pre-meal tea. Drinking pre-meal tea before dinner will make your stomach feel better.

Hmm, I didn't know. Tim uses ancient martial arts, and the Tyreans think he's from the East. Pre-feeding tea may also be an oriental custom.

"By the way, Miles, what's Tim like at school?

I'm about to blow out my pre-meal tea unexpectedly in response to an inquiry from Mr. Tyrea.

Ghost warriors fighting for blood with blood, destroying kings, silver-haired demons, subclavian dehumanization......

There are two different names flying over Tim, who occasionally controls that Elizabeth legion again.

Can I be honest with you?

Talk to Mr. Tyrea for a few minutes, I've figured it out. Mr. Tyrea, maybe I don't know what's going on with Tim. Probably thinks he's working hard on his club to study at school. You shouldn't even think of billed evil from one end as much as dew.

Mr. Tyrea puts on a cheek wand and awaits a reply with a smile. "I'm putting all the billed crooks to bed in the ground," I don't think is the answer Mr. Tyrea expects.

"Lady Ka, Camilla is enjoying her school life"

"Oh well. Really? Because a good girl like Miles will be my friend. Thanks."

Ugh, you didn't lie, did you? Yeah, yeah.

"Tim, I'm so glad you and Mires are friends."

"Yes, thanks to your sister for everything"

"Well, there, I wonder why I'm coming out. I don't matter, do I?

"That's not true. The only favor I get is having a sister. And this is not something I can say alone. So all who live and live should hang their heads on your sister."

"... well, Tim has medium two illnesses, can't you help it"

"Yes, I am very sick."

"... ok, other topics then. Are you doing well with your classmates?

"Rest assured. The dominance of the school is steadily permeating"

Mr. Tyrea is laughing bitterly.

Though Tim seems to think he's smiling and still keeping up with the expectations of his favorite sister. Maybe that's not the answer Mr. Tilea wants.

I don't feel like the conversation has been subtly off since just now.

A mystery. A mysterious sister. Do the Tims understand each other properly? What kind of family would grow up to be such a penetrating sister? I want to know. Speaking of which, what are Tim and his parents like? If you think of this parent as having this child, your parents must be very different.

"Um, Mr. Tyrea?

"What?

"It's abrupt, can I talk to you about your parents?

"Fine. My father is a skilled cook. I'm a cook in Berga and my mother helps me with that. You're both sweet, you're dependable, and you're proud parents."

With that said, Mr. Tilea, proudly puts his chest up.

Heh - I'm a cook. Well, this is a restaurant, and no wonder your parents are cooks. I don't...

"Oh, I'm sorry for that indiscretion, but I'd like to ask about your father's martial arts. Of course you're not just a cook, are you?

"Yeah, I'm not just a cook."

Again! Affirmative reply from Mr Tirrea.

Tim, proud of all that martial arts, there's no way he's just a common man. I guess it's a Takemen family with a sawdust name.

"Dad's a superb cook. I don't even know a few customers who come from afar. I'm also certified as an S-rank cook."

I'm not talking about cooking...

Then I also heard a story that went into quite a bit because of the lack of commonality.

... as far as I can tell, it's a normal family. Rather, it can be considered a family reunion, an ideal family. Looks like Tim agrees with Mr. Tyrea's story, and he must be a really sweet parent.

I wanted to see you, but now you're both in Berga and I can't.

I thought meeting Tim and his parents would solve some of Tim's mysteries.

"Come on, let's talk about this. Time to eat some food. Before it gets cold."

Suggestion from Mr Tirrea. I was obsessed with the story and forgot.

Yes, it is. Mr. Tyrea's food is so delicious. I've been looking forward to eating lunch boxes recommended by Tim ever since. View the dishes laid out in a full table. It had already been transported from appetizer to main dish.

On the plates of all dishes, there is a silver lid on them, so they are invisible inside. The lid turns out to be a first class substitute, shining blindly enough to show your face. Compared to the upscale restaurants of noblemen, there is no such thing as a bad color.

Wow.

If you look closely, not only lids, but even fine conditioning items such as knives are used on plates, chairs, and forks. Tyrea said it was a common-law shop, but I don't care what you think.

The conditioner is a first-class product. The food is definitely commensurate with that, too. I know Mr. Tyrea's cooking arm. Expectations increase and drinks with pleasure.

Come on, no. Remove the silver lid.

A bright white hot air rises around.

"Ugh! Smells good!"

I accidentally got a voice in a harmony of intense ingredients that tickled my nasal cavity.

"Hehe, then I'll explain today's dinner, spring friendship twinkling course. Appetizers include red vertebrate mushroom melbonnies, caesar salad - and assorted mill shellfish and glue. The main dish consists of a pepper hanging from the Bellm-style Royal Pork (Oak King), stewed with weird birds and white liver. For dessert, we have ice cream and fruit pineapple with matcha tea"

Mr Tirrea explains the dishes.

Melbony with appetizer red vertebrate mushrooms......

It looks like just a stew with cream-colored juice and carrots, potatoes and red vertebrate mushrooms in four slices. But I can't wait to smell that. I almost forgot my manners and drank.

Velm-style Royal Pork (Oak King) with Main Vegetables…….

The intimidation of the meat placed on the dengue is amazing. Is it pork royal (oak king) shoulder meat? There is plenty of meat on it, and you can see that the gravy is overflowing even after looking at it.

In addition, there are many kinds of bread that seem soft, accompanied by butter, margarine and jam that adorn it.

Every dish boiled an intense appetite that worked directly on the stomach.

Funny. I shouldn't have had much appetite for nervousness and anxiety......

I guess that's all the food in front of me is out of standard. I decide to eat the knife and fork in my hand, misleading a slightly trembling hand.

Take a sip first......

"Oh, delicious! It's so delicious!

To the deliciousness, raise your voice of admiration. Oh, my expression breaks. The cuisine of one of the few luxury restaurants to remember is also not comparable.

Oh, the pleasant texture of the mill shellfish and glue plays in my mouth.

"I'm glad it fits your mouth. Have a drink."

"Mm-hmm. Your sister gave me forgiveness. Indulge."

"Yes!"

Tilea and Tim narrow their eyes and say so.

Yeah, yeah, I'm glad you came, I'm glad.

I've never eaten such delicious food before. Wow. That's so awesome.

Eat the main course meat.

"Yummy......"

Plenty of gravy spreading in your mouth. The pepper has a tingling effect, resulting in an exquisite addition and subtraction of the meat. The quality of the meat, of course, is jumping through even one pepper. As much as I think the spices I've been using are fake.

Oh, it's like a dream.

This is delicious too. That's delicious, too.

The dishes on every plate are delicious. I can't stop forking.

And......

I guess I just ate too much. It has been a long time since I ate as much as I wanted without even worrying about gaining weight. But what a good fight I had, the food was still layered like a mountain on a plate.

Uh-huh, I can't eat so many glasses no matter how good they are.

"You don't mean the death penalty if you leave it, do you?

"Of course, it's a death sentence. It's a dish made by your sister. Leaving and other speech preaching. I don't mind my stomach flaking. Don't leave me dead."

I just heard it lightly, but Tim criticized me painfully.

Ha, I guess I'm okay. Will it survive properly? I was floating in front of a rare treat, but my stomach aches are getting worse again.