(※ Several tens of minutes before Tris went in the kitchen)
By the time Lady Demy’s sobbing stopped, the sun had already gone a good way down.
Because the Isky residence was dark for being surrounded by groves of tall trees, it becomes totally dark once night fell.
“Ah”
When I opened the E:ID phone to put the handkerchief back, I noticed a notification appearing on the screen.
The traces of her tears still wasn’t gone.
“Level… ?”
“Yes, somehow this thing manages my strength and stuff”
Name: Shimoyama Yuuki
Lv: 2
STR: 7 SPD: 7 INT: 4 LUK: 0
It probably notified me that my level went up after defeating the armor, but because of this and that I didn’t notice.
As I mumbled, Lady Demy curiously peered into the screen.
I see.
“It’s my world’s writing,” I explained, then Lady Demy became more interested.
“No, those letters say ‘name’. The ones following after that is my name”
Fishhook…?
“Yes, the four letters are my surname. Like the ‘Merry’ part in Lady Demy’s name”
“Yes, Shi, mo, ya, ma. The next ones are my given name. Yu, u, ki”
“Yu–u–ki”
“Fufu. I’ll end up remembering if it’s just this much”
But it’s good that she got her cheerfulness back.
Anyway, I put the handkerchief away and took out something else.
First, pocket tissue.
Eye drops for her weeping eyes.
But wow, to think I even had eye drops. I think I was thinking about Arina when I stuffed things in my backpack.
“Lastly, Lady Demy. The usual way of speaking,” I said, then Lady Demy took two-three deep breaths
“I know without you having to say it. Watch your mouth,” she said as she faced forwards.
All right. She’s back.
Now we magnificently returned to the Isky residence.
“It’s my honour to receive such praise”
I saw the ‘Knight’s Sword’ in the Items column.
“Don’t worry. I’ll manage something somehow,” I said intended for the knights.
We went through the door where we met the maids the first time and entered the residence.
Immediately, Tris came to meet us with a smile on his face.
He then called a maid over and had her take Lady Demy there.
Tris made a deep bow until Lady Demy was gone, but….
He got angry with me for some reason.
“That’s exactly the problem! It’s important as an attendant to be faithful to your master’s orders, but you have to smoothly suggest their next move! It’s outrageous that you’ve made ojousama late for dinner!”
“No, but, Ojousama said she wanted to go”
“NO BUTS! This is why uneducated servants are so—”
“S, stop it Tris!”
The one who stopped Tris’ spittly lecture was none other than Madam Welsh.
“Ha…. no, but, this person is”
Tris looked at me with a really bewildered face, but I myself don’t understand what’s happening.
“Y, Yuuki-san, my subordinate earlier, um, did something a bit hasty, so, I’m very sorry”
What’s she talking about?
“It was a little bit of a mistake, or maybe misunderstanding, but I had no intent to do something like that in the least, yes, really! Please do not misunderstand…!”
What’s with this old lady.
What misunderstanding?
Ah.
If that’s the case then I’m the one who should apologise. It was me who destroyed it no matter the reason.
“No, sorry. I guess I overdid it a little…. Can it be fixed?”
“Ah. If you need help cleaning it up please say so. I’ll stuff it in my baggage and throw it away somewhere”
” ‘clean up‘ !? ‘stuff it in luggage‘ !? ‘throw it somewhere‘ !?”
What the.
The old lady is getting more and more pale the more I speak.
“W, w, we will handle the disposal. Yuuki-san, doesn’t need to be too worried about it—, o, ohoho, ohohohoho”
Aww, I stingily thought I could secretly [make it into my armor].
Even if full armor is a high hurdle to pass.
“I hoped I could at least get an arm”
“E, eek!”
Ah, this is bad.
I shouldn’t speak to myself. Gotta be careful.
Why’s the old lady looking like she’s meeting the Grim Reaper?
Tris who had been silent came over to see.
“Yes!”
“Yes, immediate—, huh!?”
Ooh.
This time it’s Tris’ face that turned pale.
“Hahaha, t, that’s a good jo…”
“B, bath!? For this lowly manwhore, lowest of the low, who’s not even a knight, much less a noble!?”
“Huuuuh!?”
Tris became confused!
“Madam, what in the world are you thinking!?”
“Y, yes, I’ll go!!”
Tris dashed away with a speed that made a *pyuuun* sound effect.
“Fufufu, we’ll give you our best hospitality, so, um, please relax during your stay”
Madam Welsh turned her not quite describable eerie smile at me.
Then it abruptly changed into a frantic expression.
“Therefore I beseech you! Please do not bear me any ill will!”
She strongly implored me as if praying to some great evil god.
Somehow she seems just like an old lady straight out of Village of Eight Gravestones.
I don’t really get what’s happening so I blankly stood there while thinking things like that.
Chapter end
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