“Marikana, I bought you pudding!”
“Nice going, Karu-chan.”
“No, I’ll stop at this!”
“Eeh? I see. Then how about I have it?”
Calcilast-sama eating pudding looked filmesque.
I ecstatically watched him. No good. No good.
As a noble, I’m not allowed to embarrass royalty like Calcilast-sama or commoners.
That’s right. It could destroy the history everybody worked hard to create.
Father, grandfather. Please forgive the shameful me.
Other customers were pleasantly chattering and working on their meals.
The metallic sounds the forks and knives played resembled classical music.
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