Tilea’s Worries

"Hey, why...?

I accidentally crushed it. Mr. Tyrea is at Elizabeth's party.

Elizabeth is Tim's enemy. Could it be that Elizabeth contacted you?

I don't like to fight with my sisters.

No, don't you have that?

The gentle face of Mr. Tilea, who cares about Tim, comes to mind. It depends on Tilea, who was so adorable to Tim, and that's never going to happen. Immediately erase that possibility.

So Elizabeth threatened me to join you?

I want you to ask the truth as soon as possible.

"Mr. Tyrea!

"Huh?

Tyrea replies with food stuffed in her mouth.

You look relaxed.

He carries the dish to his mouth looking delicious, chewing it. When I'm done eating, I shake the fork and behave a little, but with politeness I take the dishes apart into small plates.

Sounds really fun. Enjoying the party.

Yeah, you haven't even been threatened.

Then why...... the simple question remained.

"Mr. Tyrea, why are you here?

"I was invited."

"Mr. Tyrea, do you know Elizabeth?

"Well, speaking of acquaintances, I guess I do. She used to fight with Tim and come to us and make weird arguments."

Fighting...

Not on that level. Even though Elizabeth and Tim are living and dying.

Nonetheless, Mr Tirrea is off.

"Mr. Tyrea, then you know Elizabeth, don't you? Who she is."

"Yeah, arrogant, impolite kid. You've been saying bad things about Tim, and honestly, you're upset."

"If you know, why did you attend Elizabeth's party or something!

It takes me to come to Mr. Tyrea's contradictory reply.

"That's it, Elizabeth sent me a letter. He wants to make up with Tim. I'm sorry about that time. She even bothered the store, and she wants to apologize to me, her sister, for coming to the party first. If they say that, I'll grow up, too. If you're going to reflect, I'm going to forgive you."

Elizabeth is not such a special winner. Mr. Tyrea is deceived.

"Mr. Tyrea, did you believe that?

"Yeah."

"Yeah, that's careless!

I accidentally made my voice absurd.

After all, the princess of the Empire is somewhere out of her life. Even the little ones are more careful now than Mr. Tyrea.

"Oh, Miles, don't get me wrong. Yeah, I said, but I'm careful. Because I've got salt all over me, and maybe I'll get paid back. He's got the strongest escort."

Salt everywhere?

Did Elizabeth yell at you and throw you the condiments you had nearby?

No, that's not going to be all salt, is it? That's what I can't do without throwing dozens of seasonings at it.

There's no way Elizabeth is going to be so quiet...

I'm not sure what the situation is.

Mr. Tyrea, what the hell happened with Elizabeth?

And who's the strongest escort?

Mr. Gill and Ortizio should be waiting near the Elizabeth residence. Do you mean Mr. Nielzen, the butler?

If Mr. Nielsen is here, I'm a little relieved. But you're nowhere near the heart of it, Mr. Nielzen.

Look around.

Although the party guests are frightened, there is no one around Mr. Tirrea.

"Mr. Tyrea, you said you were bringing an escort, but you're alone, right?

"Yeah, you're not here right now. But I'm at a party venue."

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no That's what I'm saying about being careless.

Mr. Tyrea sees Kyolo cooking with his fork in one hand, roughly because of my worries. Sometimes, crushing the ingredients and processes of bump dishes may be their sexuality as cooks.

Mr. Tyrea runs a restaurant. I know you're keen on your job. But please pass the time and case.

Now is not the time to be eating such serious food.

"Mr. Tyrea, it's clear. Pay more attention..."

"Oh, Miles, don't put that wrinkle between your brows. Let's just talk about it while we cook."

Mr. Tyrea said so and gave me one of his pick-up plates.

"Oh, me, I'm not going to eat today."

"That, Miles, are you sick?

"Yes, no, that's not what..."

"Then let's eat. Dining is the best way to stay healthy. Come on, come on, don't hesitate."

Mr. Tyrea hits a ton and chest with a small plate with a fork and spoon on it, please.

Like, well, eating nothing and just wandering around makes it weird and noticeable?

Pick up the dish from Mr. Tyrea and serve the spaghetti that was nearby. An amount of spaghetti about sorry got on the center of the plate. The smell of olives tickles the nasal cavity.

Gently pull it up with a fork, circle it around on a spoon, and take a bite with a churl and a pseudo sound.

He was unconscious, but he was hungry. Eat two or three more bites. It stained my hungry stomach.

"Oh, you don't have enough dishes, do you? I'm sorry."

Mr. Tilea, who was watching me eat, calls for service.

"Ah, Mr. Tyrea, don't worry. This spaghetti is enough."

"Because Mires is growing up. You can't just eat that kind of carbohydrate."

Ta, what's a tan squid?

Anyway, Mr. Tyrea's. I'm not sure about the term. I just know very well that you care about my health. He's a really good guy.

What am I gonna do?

I'm having trouble being nice to that Tyreau right now. I have a job to do, and I'm not even willing to eat my hips. But Mr. Tyrea's not going to pull it off...

And......

Less than a few minutes later Mr. Tyrea called me and one maid showed up.

"" Ah!

I have a maid and a voice.

I met a bad guy.

This guy is one of those maids who serves Elizabeth, and he knows my face.

The maid also seemed to remember my face. I've obviously got a disgusting look on my face. He looks at me like why my husband's enemies are here.

"I'd like to get a plate."

Mr. Tyrea communicates his request to My Pace, regardless of me and her grid, etc.

"... hmm"

The maid, it seems, also recognized Mr. Tyrea as one of my associates. Ignore Mr. Tyrea and return the scarecrow.

"Eh, where did you go? Maid, can you hear me?

Mr. Tilea is baffled, but the maid naturally ignores Mr. Tilea and walks with Stasta.

"Hey, hey, he said he wanted a pickup plate."

Tilea still chases the maid to order. The maid tries to ignore it even more, but Mr. Tyrea goes around even further.

"Hey, don't ignore me. I want a dish. Plates, plates. You know what I'm talking about? One More, Dish, Pleas"

That's what I said, Mr. Tyrea. Repeat the appeal to the maid intransigently.

Repeated interaction like that......

"Oh shut up! You just started with plates, plates, what the fuck! I would have a dish!

Finally, the maid is out.

The maid yells out loud pointing at the small plate I have.

"Eh! Isn't it terrible to cut backwards? Mires, there's only one dish to take. He said he was in trouble."

"One would be enough though!

What are you talking about? Both sesame sauce and chicken sauce can be removed on the same plate!

Mr. Tyrea is a little excited to argue with the maid.

It conveys the properties of sesame and chigi sauces, and the mixing of the two explains how to undermine the flavour of the dish.

The maid was also willing to hang on to Mr. Tyrea's demands for cancer.

Meals aren't the main thing today. The sauce would be single, but mixed or not. Better than that...... Tilea, please don't make a scene.

Hmm!? Something hissy and......

I shouldn't. This noise is starting to get my attention around me.

We need to stop Mr. Tyrea quickly.

I grab Mr. Tyrea's shoulder and speak up.

"Te, Mr. Tyrea, you don't have to take the dishes."

"But then Mires..."

"That's okay. It's better mixed."

"No, you don't."

Claim that Mr. Tyrea didn't wave to the side.

I agree, but the argument is not there. We need to get this over with.

"I do! That's what I think. I'm a flavor-onch, so it tastes better mixed. Believe me!

"Oh, yeah. Well, if that's what Miles says."

With my desperate persuasion, Mr. Tyrea backed me down.

Phew, we have to make sure it doesn't stand out any more anyway.

Take Mr. Tyrea and move to the edge of the venue again.

Mr. Tyrea doesn't have the sense to be in enemy territory to cause such a commotion. Tell Mr. Tyrea Elizabeth's threats and be careful to rendezvous with Mr. Nielzen and return as soon as possible.

View Mr. Tyrea.

Mr. Tyrea seems to have resumed his meal. Again, I was moving forks all over the dish wondering which one to make.

Te, mr. Tyrea......

I am relaxed. Too loose. I am so alarmed that it is not strange to get stung with a bush from behind as it is. Now, if there's an assassin here, he's out in one shot.

Mr. Tyrea probably doesn't think assassinations can happen in such a large number of places. But this is the Elizabeth Mansion. No matter what happens, it's no wonder.

Don't. Mr. Tilea will be Elizabeth's bait as it is.

Bad. Very bad.

"Mr. Tyrea, listen to me. Very first..."

"Not good!"

That's not good, huh?

"Mr. Tyrea?

Mr. Tilea, who looked relaxed, suddenly raised his voice on the face.

Mr. Tyrea, I wonder if you've finally understood the current situation surrounding you.

"No, no, this stewed pork (oak) rose is bad. I can't eat you!

Mr. Tyrea, eating the stewed oak, reveals one dissatisfaction.

"Oh, you mean the food first?

"That's right. There's nothing else."

I think there's plenty more to it.

Mr Tyrea is letting his mouth hang on the tannic side. They don't like the simmering of pork (oak) roses very much. I stopped eating so much, and I'm outraged.

Is that so unsavory?

Smell the cum.

Smells fragrant, looks delicious...

I gave him a slice of oak stew on a large plate with a fork, and I tried a bite too.

Ugh!?

It's good!

Melt in the tongue. Fine oak meat. I can't compare it to the meat dishes that Mr. Tyrea used to get me for a treat, but this is usually delicious.

"Mr. Tyrea, I think it's delicious enough..."

"Yeah, this makes the ingredients cry. There is not enough simmering. The smell hasn't even come out as a waste. And I need to simmer for ten hours. What's more, this, the skin is the best. I took the skin. Oh, it's a waste of good ingredients, a waste."

Mr. Tyrea repeats over and over with regret that it is a waste.

I know you're keen on cooking, but as I've said many times, this is enemy territory. I want Mr Tirrea to rendezvous with Mr Nielzen as soon as possible.

"Mr. Tyrea, I know how you feel, but please calm down"

"Mires, that's what you say...... Become!?"

Mr. Tilea shouts out again.

You'll really stand out now.

"What's wrong now?

"That chicken..."

Mr Tyrea is surprised to see the chicken.

What is it? Ordinary chicken dish, right?

On a large plate, the crisp-baked bird oble soothes with the sauce.

"What's wrong with this chicken dish?

"Not good. Not good. What are you thinking?"

"Um, it looks delicious. The cooking process is terrible again, isn't it?

"No. No, the process is sweet too, but the problem is the ingredients are better"

"What ingredients... is there a problem with this bird?

"You have a problem. The bird says," Lyokoubat. "Protective bird. Don't take it this time of year. Even though spawning turmoil is sure to destroy the species."

Protective bird...... I've heard of it.

"Was it the Washington Act?

"That's right. That's Miles, the brilliant one, you know her well."

That's what Mr. Tyrea explained about the Washington Act.

The Washington Act is a law that seeks to regulate birds, cattle, etc. in such a way as to ensure that species survival is not threatened.

I only know the degree of miscellaneous, too, but Mr. Tyrea knew it quite well through the details. There are no contradictions or terms there. I could see Mr. Tyrea's deep love and knowledge of cooking.

After all, Mr. Tyrea only has a decent knowledge of the culinary relationship.

Ms Tyrea said that Lyokoubat is the most endangered species of protected birds and greatly regulates the timing and quantity of hunting.

I see. It sounds like Elizabeth's party. You want to enhance your authority by serving such rare dishes. They are appealing to the outside world that they are beyond the law.

"Yeah, I need to be careful with this. I can't cheer you up as a cook. I can't forgive you for earlier, but I can't do more of this."

"Yes, no, wait a minute"

"Yeah, yeah, I can see Mires stopping you, too. You're telling me you can't crush a cook's face. But I don't care how you look at it, it's out."

No, you're not. You're a really good mistaken person.

"Mr. Tyrea, you should leave now."

"Yeah, I can't go home yet. Hey, I'm gonna complain to the chef."

"Oh, wait like that! It's dangerous."

"I know. I know. Because I calm down when I tell you to be careful. I'm not fighting. Don't worry, I can handle it properly."

That's what Mr. Tyrea said and headed for the kitchen for a small run.

"Oh, that tirrea-"

Hmm!? My surroundings are saying hisso again.

Just now, Mr. Tyrea, it's too conspicuous. And when you go into the kitchen, you say, "Oh, no! I said," I said hello like I broke a dojo somewhere.

This is inevitable trouble.

I could have stood out so much with that Mr. Tilea.

No. I haven't even face-to-face with Elizabeth yet, but I can't be called a spy here.

Right. I couldn't have talked to Mr. Tyrea intimately. I just need to show Elizabeth my body that I'm here to get in.

I've acted so irregularly so far. Mr. Tyrea's presence has stuck the vegetarian self out. Let's reflect.

Return to operational guidelines.

I'm sorry. I'd like to help Mr Tyrea, but I'll leave that to Mr Nielzen, the escort. I serve my original purpose with me.

Successfully meet Elizabeth face to face.

Eyes on the central stage of the venue.

Elizabeth was still surrounded by party guests on the stage.

I can't get close enough because I'm the star. Let's just say we wait for Rondo's intercession.

Then again, we wander around the party venue and check the faces of the party guests.

Then…….

Hey, why is Edim here?

I saw someone again who wasn't supposed to be at the party.

I see my best friend Edim in my eyes.

Looks like Edim noticed me too. Stasta and I approached silently.

"Edim, why are you here?

"That's this dialogue. Mires, why are you here?

"Answer my question first. Why is Edim here?

"I was offered by Lord Tyrea."

"Oh well. Lord Tyrea's escort was about Edim."

"Escort? Huh?"

"No?

"... oh yeah. Tyrea was the weak princess of the Orient."

"Shh! Edim, my men aren't conscious enough. You don't tell such important secrets in a place like this!

I put my index finger on my mouth and I despise Edim.

Edim is not aware of the escort. I don't know who's listening to me tell the secrets of the Oriental royal family in front of these people.

I have spoken with Edim before about the secrets of the Oriental Royal Family. Edim listened to my guess in silence. Edim didn't affirm or deny it, but shutting up is like affirming it.

Looks like Edim served the Oriental Kingdom, but I still don't think he's conscious enough. We need to be strong in our defense. When I advised the neighborhood, Edim was like, "Don't give a shit, keep your hold as a doll" or something...

It's called Ortizio, and Edim gets a little angry because he says he's nagging too.

Well, that's fine. The biggest problem is that you are away from Mr. Tyrea even though you are an escort.

Edim, it's a big chombo.

If you think there's no way things can happen in front of such a large audience, you're making a big mistake. Historically, there have been many examples of assassinations carried out even in front of large audiences.

I thought Edim had a more cautious personality.

No, wait. Perhaps there are other escorts besides Edim. So maybe Edim is away from Mr. Tyrea with a cheerful face.

"Is there no other offering from Lord Tyrea?

"I'm alone."

Guh. My predictions are off. Increasingly, I don't understand Edim's behavior.

"Why did you leave Master Tyrea?

"Yes, no, I didn't care, but Lord Tyrea ordered me to say hello to the face I found out about."

"Edim, I take it for granted that I take orders from my lord. But this isn't it. If you're an escort, buy your husband's misfortune. But you have to let yourself through. There is imminent danger in Lord Tyrea."

"Oh, you know what? Whatever you want. If it's really dangerous, there's no way I'm leaving you!

"He said it wasn't dangerous... Edim knows Elizabeth's threat, right?

"Threat? Huh?"

Edim laughs like a little fool.

It irritated me. It's like you're just mocking me for being an ignorant girl. I knew Edim had a slight personality change. Serving the Oriental Kingdom, I think I've become arrogant.

Maybe Edim thinks of himself as an escort full of them. You don't have to be surprised like Elizabeth. I am excessively confident that I will be able to escort you perfectly even just a little bit away.

Sa too. First-class military personnel such as Mr. Nielzen and Mr. Gill, the equipment that surpasses the Royal Alkudas Palace. The Oriental Kingdom may be said to be first class. You can serve a country like that, and you can't possibly not float.

Edim is caught off guard.

That's right. If Mr. Nielzen, the perfect butler, was escorting him, he would not have left Mr. Tyrea's side, albeit temporarily.

I knew it wasn't Edim. Mr. Nielzen could have relieved himself of leaving Mr. Tyrea at his disposal. Because he's a real professional soldier. Even though Edim is also an honorary student at the School of Magic, he is still a student. My arms are with me, too.

I don't rely a little on returning from this demon cave.

"Edim, go home immediately with Master Tyrea"

"... don't order me. More than that, my question is next. Mires, why are you here?

"It's..."

What shall we do... tell Edim about the mission?

You're an arrogant edim, but you won't betray Tim or Mr. Tyrea. If you can help me, it'll make it easier for spies.

No, Edim has a role to play in getting Mr. Tilea out of here as soon as possible. We can't put too much strain on it right now.

When I'm stuck responding,

"I was here. Let's go say hello to Elizabeth."

Looks like we're done greeting leading aristocrats. Rondo showed up.

"Lo, Master Rondo, a moment please"

"Mires, who are you talking to? - Oh, I've seen you. Two years in the middle. Yes, you want to say hello to Master Elizabeth, too. Okay, I'll make a mistake for you. So prepare in return."

"Oh, that Master Rondo, you're going to say hello to Master Elizabeth, aren't you? Let's go. We'll be on our way."

"Well, wait. Kim Joon - No, it's better to have more allies. Come on, you too, apprentice Mires. Bring me a tribute."

We have a problem.

Rondo is demanding a bribe from Edim. Rondo seems to be getting confused about explicitly demanding money from first-time junior classmates.

"Hey, Mires, what's this all about?

Edim's eyes narrow. Maybe you think of me as a traitor.

"No, no -"

If I excuse myself, the struggle I've had is blistering water. I also have a small amount of money available for Mr. Gill. In front of Rondo, I can't talk. Because of this, I almost trusted Rondo.

All right, he says it's from his side to fool the enemy, and let's lie to Edim here. I really wanted to set up a cooperative system, but I can't help it.

I'm sorry, Edim, I say hard things. But I'll explain later.

I have a horrible face.

"Oh, my God, you're broken."

"What do you mean?

"It's not about Edim, is it? More than that, Master Rondo, this guy's house is poor. I don't think I can help Lord Rondo very much."

"Oh, yeah. Then there's no use. Let's go."

"Yes, Master Rondo. Bye, Edim. Elizabeth's party isn't right for you. Bring him home now."

In a deliberately unconnected manner, he tries to pass by the side of Edim.

Then,

"Wait!"

Edim grabbed my arm.

"Out of the way. It doesn't matter."

"It has a lot to do with it. Mires, you belong to Lady Camilla. Why are you here at Elizabeth's party? Above all, what you're saying and doing now... no way you..."

"That's right. You're blunt. I joined the party to get Elizabeth into the faction. You know Edim, too. The horror of Master Elizabeth. What was following that kid was a accomplishment. It's really annoying."

"Mires, who are you referring to that girl?

Edim looks just horrible.

It seems true that I served Tim in earnest. It's like he's just staring at his parents' enemies. Only loyalty is real.

This could get hit once.

But let's be patient. The action of joining the Elizabeth faction, the act is polished. Rondo's eyes will also see that I'm serious.

"It's been decided. It's Tim, it's about that country girl!

"Mires! You made the ultimate foolish choice"

The more Edim opens his eyes, the more he leaks.

I'm scared.

But it's okay. Edim and I don't have that much difference in power.

This is the right place.

"Edim, you're the one who's making the wrong choice. Fine. I'll talk to you. Better than that country girl, right? You'll drown your head on Master Elizabeth, too."

"Kill! I will no longer leave a piece of meat, I will do it as dust!

That's what makes Edim's hips sink. I think I'm gonna get a punch with my weight on it.

Sounds painful, a little defensive magic - fast!? I can't see it.

Edim's fist is imminent.

Don't die on me.