"... a tea party?

"Yes, it's a tea party."

Tea party, nothing strange in itself.

Nothing strange about those words coming out of Marie's mouth.

Probably referring to drinking tea and enjoying the conversation rather than the tea party over at the tea ceremony.

The problem is...

"At school?

"Yeah, at school"

That's the place.

Tea party at school......? I've never heard of that.

Besides, if it's a department activity or something, it seems to be a citation by the whole school.

... By the time I heard that, my brain had given up thinking.

"What world is that talking about?

This is the world, isn't it?

That's lady school, what you do is different from the common people.

But I'm not sure what it means to have done that to me.

Marie, put your favorite tea leaves in a warm pot.

Pour hot water in the pot.

"Where's the milk?

"Let me in."

Then steam a little longer.

The sun is starting to tilt a little, but the weather is nice today and the wind in the courtyard feels good.

Marie sits in a table set chair, next to Jing is holding back.

I'm preparing tea at the round table on the side.

I talk about Marie's own hopes when it comes to tone and the fact that she's out of work hours as usual.

At the right time I think this is it, get some milk first.

Continue and pour the tea into Marie's cup until the last drop.

"Doh, go ahead."

"I'll have it."

The basics for brewing tea should be ready, but the moment I serve it to Marie always makes me nervous.

I'm taking Jing's advice and practicing...

"If it was coffee, I'd be a little more confident. Even if it doesn't extend to the master."

"Oh. If I could have a conversation with a coffee bean, wouldn't the tea leaf be the same?

"Can you imitate material and conversation like that professionally? Yeah, well, that would be a stack of un-decades, wouldn't it?

That's what our master looks like when he's grinding beans.

Blend ratios can be changed depending on humidity, temperature, bean condition, etc.

I don't feel any closer to changing roasting times, changing firepower, whether I'm taught or not anymore.

"All I can do is slightly adjust the taste to the person's taste. So it's more milk than last time."

"Huh... not bad - no, on the contrary, it's delicious enough. Compared to the first."

"In that way, what's the point? Long way to go - …"

Stop the word.

Speaking of which, why am I being judged by Marie on how to brew tea every time?

There was no harm in mastering it, so I left myself to the flow.

"What's wrong? Wataru."

"Ah, oh. Now I wonder why I'm taking the tea path with Marie..."

"Oh, that's..."

Marie gets stuck in words.

I see Jing as asking for help, but she doesn't make it slight against the Lord's gaze.

That Jing stepped on something she didn't deserve to help... No way, Marie.

"Oh, yeah! That's right! That's for the tea party we talked about earlier!

"... what do you mean?

Obviously it was a tough way to say it, but let's talk about it for a second.

Not a regular servant, not out of working hours, I was advised to sit there face-to-face with Marie.

I don't see eye to eye today with blue eyes that are always full of confidence.

"… in the school I go to, it is fundamental to have one deacon accompanied to the Tea Party"

"Heh. Which world-"

"Enough of that!?

"Right. Is that a butler's exclusive? What about the maid?

"Deacon only."

"I see - I see. I have a bad feeling about this, so can we go home?

"Please wait!?

Marie grabs her clothes over the table disappointingly as I sit back.

What about that mannerly, lady?

"... so what does that have to do with me?

"Yeah, yeah. Students accompanying deacons are not all students, but some… highly qualified and patriarchal children are the focus."

"There can't be a lady's school without all of them. The lady and her surroundings - shaped like that? So?"

"At the Tea Party, one butler serves at a table where one group of students sits. I mean, it's a system where every faction around a big house sits at a table... The initial position is such that it is also possible for students to move around, referred to as AC. Naturally, you're moving at this time... the enemy."

"Yeah......"

"... could you imagine? May the glamour ladies come aboard a seemingly elegant oblate with a blade of words such as sarcasm and cynicism. You'd feel chilly, wouldn't you?

If I had imagined an elegant tea party, it would have been like kicking each other's legs under a table.

I've been hearing about the school for a long time, but it's tough being a lady.

"Last year, at my mercy, the Deacon was with me."

"Uh, that's reassuring, isn't it? If it's that guy, don't worry about him."

"It was well received by girls from the same faction. He said he was giving back humorous and intelligent rather than silently reciprocating it, even against the filthy irony."

"It's unique to an experienced and aged deacon. Young butlers can't do that."

"Yeah. If you make a slight mistake in dealing with it, they might say you're busy. So for Wataru -"

I put my palm in front of Marie there.

I have trouble getting the conversation going in a disintegrating manner.

I've been told so much, so it's easy to imagine what you'll be asked to do!

"The Schultz family would have a whole bunch of trained butlers, wouldn't they? Can't you be Mr. Deacon for two consecutive years?

"... the Deacon has some errands he can't take off this year, following his father."

"Uh, really... it's the butler's original job, you know"

It can be property management or affairs as well as managing mansions and dealing with visitors.

Something that was formerly a job in another position will also become concurrent, and the range of nearby and modern butler jobs is vast.

- A while ago, Mr. Paol was speaking in the same attitude as he was turning back.

"So what about Mr. Paol, the deacon's grandson?

"So...?... tea parties don't work for short-tempered people like Paol. A butler whose face turns bright red against sarcasm won't be able to flatter me when I turn bright red, will he?

"You, aren't you willing to say that and get yourself cleaned up..."

"Naturally. If that anger is legitimate, sometimes we need to put it into words."

"But I told you to stop from the side so I wouldn't say too much about that. Sure, you can't seem angry with me to stop it. Even if, inside, you were equally angry... the butler wants to say it's your job to indulge in anger, right?

"Yes, you're right! - Sizka, what do you say!? This answer for Wataru!

Marie looks back more vigorously at Jing.

Jing answered this with a cool face.

"I thought you answered out of 100 as a servant"

"Phew."

Ah, the unblessed, unbeatable Doya face.

The difference is that I put my hand on my chest with an elegant hand, about where I am wasting my decision posing.

"No, that's why I'm not going."

"Why not!?

"On the contrary, I'd like to ask you back, why did you think I was going? Even if I go, don't you remember perfectly my manners as a butler from now on?

"Sizka will tell you!

"... yeah. You're in charge of people, and no matter how capable you are, it's strange for the maid Jing to teach you, even though there are constant scratches. I dare you to say that again? You have a legitimate, legitimate Schultz butler, why me?

"... Fine! Then I'll explain exactly why it has to be wattal now! Is that all right!? Hung, it is!

Looking at Marie, who feels like she's out of reverse, Jing puts down a cup of tea.

I'm sorry, would you mind going out with the lady a little more - whispering the word.

Well, there's still plenty of time before I go home and get ready for dinner... okay?