Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

It's a private house. I'm pulling out a weed with a low back length in the garden. That's impressive. Good luck with that. Oh, sunflower? Seems a little different. Maybe it's a flower in this world. What kind of name is that?

"Grandpa, what is the name of that flower?

"Heh, oh, it's Beth Montestruff"

"Heh, that's an exquisitely hard name to remember"

"No, no, not enough to compliment you..."

"No, I'm not complimenting you at all..."

Grandpa turned and winked at this one with a translation face.

"Because it conveys enough feelings."

"No, it hasn't been conveyed at all, and I think it has reached the realm of mistake as much as I can think of..."