Chapter 026 : 3rd Day – Last Day : Potato Chips
On the third day, morning.
Slipping out of bed, I changed into my butler clothes.
It is said that human beings could adapt to any kind of environment……I have surely adapted to acting as a butler recently. I’m simply happy that Chrisse ojou-sama is pleased about it.
Of course, it is also due to the good environment.
Both the Master and his wife are as open hearted and kind as masters go.
Head butler Merry still kept his distance from me, although he does not “create trouble to chase me out” like in shoujo manga. He just keeps an eye on me.
Head security Gigi-san and head maid Mercè-san gave their cooperation in helping me get closer to ojou-sama, I was really taken care of in the past 2 days.
If the 2 of them aren’t here, ojou-sama would still be afraid of me.
Once things have settled down, I would like to express my gratitude to the both of them.
Etching this thought into my heart, I check for wrinkles after changing into my butler clothes.
Opening my bedroom door, I greeted the waiting Mercè.
“Good Morning.”
“Good Morning, Lute. Then, let’s wake up ojou-sama.”
It is now the promised third day. Need to be fired up.
Thus begins a day in the Vlad house.
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I entered ojou-sama’s room.
She’s still asleep due to listening to my story until late night, yesterday.
There’s still plenty of room even if 3 adults were to sleep on the canopy bed.
Ojou-sama’s eyelids are closed, eyelashes quivering.
Cheeks flushed in cinnabar red, lips red as rose and moist.
Blonde hair spread on the pillow creates an illusion of a divine princess from fairy tales.
Even so, her sleeping face is surely on the level where it could be labelled as ‘Angel’s sleeping face’ in art galleries.
Though I intended to observe longer, Mercè-san proceeded to wake her up.
“Good morning ojou-sama, please wake up, it’s morning.”
Mercè-san called out, pulling off the futon.
Like a cat feeling cold, ojou-sama cutely curled up.
However, Mercè-san gave pursuit without mercy.
“Ojou-sama, please wake up quickly. Today is the day your have acquaintances visiting. Waking up so late will cause them to wait for you, is that alright?”
Ojou-sama reacted to those words and raises her body slowly.
Eyes only half open, still noticeably sleepy.
“Good morning, ojou-sama.”
“Good morning.”
Ojou-sama seems to be sleepy, and the words on her mini blackboard looked strange.
But despite her sleepy state, today she didn’t become afraid when I drew near, unlike yesterday or the day before.
I felt a great sense of achievement and in my heart, I made a pose of pumping my fist into the air.
With sleepy eyes, ojou-sama started writing.
“Today Karen and the others are coming for afternoon tea party, could you make the ‘crepes’ cake that we ate yesterday?”
“I don’t mind, who are these ‘Karen-sama and the others’?”
“They are ojou-sama’s childhood friends. The 3 of them are girls and of the same age as ojou-sama.”
Mercè-san explained.
So they are ojou-sama’s same-aged childhood friends, huh.
Furthermore the words written on ojou-sama’s mini blackboard.
“Lute please do attend the tea party too. The story from last night was the most interesting, I want everyone to hear all of it.”
“Yesterday’s……ah, barusu huh.”
“Yes, barusu♪”
Ojou-sama merrily wrote on the mini blackboard.
I introduced these as stories popular in my home town, preemptively substituting trains, guns, cars, and radar to their equivalents in this world, but they still seem pretty interesting.
This is the first time I see ojou-sama being so happy.
Apparently Studio Ghibli works even in an alternative world.
That’s seriously awesome, Ghibli.
Caught in the moment, I attempted to open the thick curtain, which was like a dark screen, to have the sunlight shine onto ojou-sama.
Ojou-sama whilst happily writing characters noticed my intention and covered her eye.
“My eye~, My eye~”
“As expected of ojou-sama.”
It has been 11 years since I have been reborn into this alternate world.
I happily enjoyed exchanging otaku communication after such a long time.
Ojou-sama and I laughed at each other while making poses of holding down our eyes.
Looking at our figures, Mercè-san face hardened with surprise.
As I opened the curtain, I caught her expression at the edge of my sight, though I do not understand her surprise, for now I’ll just show ojou-sama my smile.
“Thus please allow me to tell my stories during the afternoon tea party.”
Ojou-sama smiled happily as she hears my answer.
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