146 34 Maids Are 1,000,000,000,000,000,000 (1/2)

--Night . Pasta's home.

Today is the day that the finalists were chosen, and it was also the anniversary of the rare event of a live commentary between Futa and Pasta.

The maids had made Leafy sit at the birthday table, dressed her in a dress, decorated the dining room with decorations, and set out many of their best dishes to make this day a big celebration.

He was sitting her down.

I'm not happy at all! I'm not happy at all!

Leafy was on the verge of tears.

It felt worse than being decapitated.

Futa, the (fake) head of the family, and his (fake) sister, Pasta, were both incredibly gloomy.

The difference between the party-like decorations and myself in my flamboyant dress was so drastic that I was desperately seeking help from the maid.

But the maid was useless, she just flicked her lips.

”Hey, hey, hey!　Pasta!　What's wrong with you?

Congratulations on making it to the finals. I'm rooting for you too. Keep up the good work.

”What's with the canned praise?　Is this the village chief's morning meeting?

Ha. ......

That's a big sigh!　It's a big sigh!

What are you talking about, the first champion of the worst air quality at the dinner table?

Why did you have to put so much effort into the words?　I'm so hurt!　...... I'm sorry. ！！！！　I'll apologize, but please don't give me that vibe!

I'll take the second one. Good for you.

I'm glad you're here.” ”I admit it and I'm not going to fix it!

I think I did pretty well...

I thought I did pretty well, but my disappointed mutterings melted away in the cafeteria.

Help me, big brother!

”......

Hey!　Futa!

Oh, it's me.

You're not okay with ......, are you, ......?

You're not the only one who's going to find out that your siblings are lying.

But Futa doesn't notice the words that I put in my mind.

However, unlike Pasta, Futa's face is clearly marked with ”I'm sorry”.

To Reefy, to Corona.

And probably to Pasta as well.

Seeing the expression on his face that he seemed to be taking it all in stride, Reefy couldn't be too hard on him.

I'm sure you'll be happy to know that I'm not the only one.

I can't even read the air!

Maid, I can't read the air. ？？？？

You say that yourself?

But I won't let down the cup I raised.

I'm not sure if you've seen this before, but I'm sure you've.

I'm not sure what to make of that.

But even with the pressure of the maids, the red-haired girl could not hold on.

The red-haired girl only took a boring glance and proceeded with her cutlery.

As if to throw off the air.

The maid let out a sigh as if she couldn't help it - and then, as if suddenly realizing, she clapped her hands.

”Oh, right. Maid, I forgot to buy sugar. I'll go get some.

That's unusual. ....... But it's raining. I'll go.

Oh, ......, I'll spoil the maid. ....... Leafy, will you escort me?

Oh, oh!　I'm totally going!　I want to get rained on so badly right now!

I don't know how much I hate this air.

Leafy stands up halfway through his meal. Futa emptied his plate at an unusual speed and stood up.

It's too poor to fool a nobleman, but I'm glad he's eating cleanly, so I won't go into it.

Let's go, let's go, let's go. As soon as she saw Futa leaving, Corona heard a voice on her back.

What are you doing?

I'm sure you'll be able to figure out what's going on.

I don't know. Maid, I don't know anything about the situation. I don't know anything about it, maid.

What? What's a witch? ...... You're a very different character than the witches of old.

Everyone's a manager!

............ Yeah, right.

With her cheek resting on her cheek, she threw her gaze to the rain-soaked window and muttered.

I have no reason to talk to you.

”Is it because you're the princess's maid?

”......

And because she's Futa-sama's valet?

......

N-n-n-n-dee-dee.

Both of those answers were correct.

I'm human. There is more than one reason.

It was a combination of factors that made me decide not to talk. I just pushed him away.

But there is one reason that is the biggest of them all.

”Because we're not on your side?

”............ You know exactly what I mean.

I'm not sure what to make of that.

I'm sure you'll understand.

I've been strangely bonded to her since I started calling her Futa. The first corner of the eye is not visible.

I'm not sure what to do. It's a great way to make sure you're getting the most out of your vacation.

But then, Corona somehow understood.

”The maid... The maid doesn't know anything about how pasta lives.

She sat down on a nearby chair.

She hugged the back of the chair in front of her, her legs slouched open, a girl with red hair in front of her. The girl in front of you has red hair.

I'm not going to listen to you brag about your misfortune either.

The maid is happy now, okay?

”What?

She bit her lip involuntarily.

She wanted to scream that she knew. She wanted to scream that she knew, but she was the one who had brought unhappiness into the face of happiness.

Her jade eyes looked straight through her.

”I've been through a lot with Pasta, and the maid was kind of angry with Pasta, so I kind of kept her away. But the maid doesn't hate Pasta.

”...... is bullshit. So what?

I don't hate you. ”I don't hate you.” That's all anyone can say.

Her life wasn't warm enough to be deceived by such flattering words.

So I glared at her. But...

”So. The maid won't hurt you, no matter what.

What?

As she stood up, her chair rolled away from her.

The hand she raised was a reflex. I tried to slap the woman in front of me, but I couldn't shake her. He just looked up at her with a smile on his face, motionless.

”How can you say that?

I can. Hey, pasta.

”Hey, Pasta. The maids, too, have their own problems.

”The maid, Futa-sama. The maid, Futa-sama, even the princess. It's time to stop measuring people by their distance from you.

”......

The maid and Futa are close, yes. But you know what? For example, let's say Futa-sama and Pasta have a fight. Maid, you're not going to be Pasta's enemy.

What are you trying to say? ......!

”What are you trying to say?

You can't shake it, you can't contain it, it's just a feeling in limbo.

You measure people by their distance from you. Those words are the truth of pasta.

I've kept you away. I've pushed them away.

Because it was easier to understand.

I didn't know who was my enemy and who was my friend and I was afraid of being betrayed.

Not like my sister who manipulated all of them.

She kept them all at arm's length and connected them through the bond of profit.

It's not loneliness, it's solitude.

Only when you're hurting can you understand what they're feeling.

”What I'm trying to say is...

That's why I didn't want to hear it.

Futa-sama will not become Pasta's enemy, even if the princess orders him to.

That's ............

It's impossible. Because Futa-sama likes Pasta a lot.

”Why are you a little frustrated?

Because I'm not happy, a**h*le.

What?　You're the ...... idiot.

Slowly, he lowered his hand.

I was sick and tired of this nonsense. I poked the underside of her cheek with my tongue and turned my gaze away from her.

I wonder where this woman's naive ideas really came from.

--You can feel how hard she's been living her life from the way she talks.

This is why I don't like creepy witches.