CH 16

It’s morning.

Today again, breakfast is terrible porridge.

No more, this is some sort of cruel training.

Terrible, terrible.

Completely terrible.

Corinna-chan, who is sitting across from me, is also frowning.

I was reluctantly eating my porridge when someone sat next to me.

A silver-haired lady in a blue dress looks determined to do something.

“Yesterday, my maid said you were of great help to her, Baker’s Daughter-san,” she said.

“Oh, this is quite kind of you, I’m humbled,” I said, bowing my head to her.

This is Karina-san’s employer, Lady Melissa Andrea, the viscount’s daughter.

“The bread in your family home is very delicious, I must pass on my compliments,” Melissa said.

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“Thank you very much,” I said. “My family will surely weep in joy from being praised by a viscount’s daughter.”

“Hmm, that’s right, it’s so rare for a commoner baker to be personally praised by a viscount’s daughter,” Melissa said.

Oh, come on. Hiyoko-Do even has a letter from His Majesty the King when he was a student.

“In Hiyoko-Do, it is strictly forbidden to brandish your identity and cut in line,” we say.

His Majesty, when he was still crown prince, saw the students of the Academy frequently causing trouble in the store, and thus gave that decree to us in his handwriting.

Since then, the number of people who use their position to barge into the queue has decreased dramatically.

“Thank you very much,” I said.

“So, I have a little request, but it’s hard to have Karina going outside the Academy every day,” Melissa said. “Can you deliver bread to the dormitory once a day?”

“Yes, it doesn’t matter, if there is any bread you want, I will let my onii know and have it delivered here,” I said.

“I see, you are very considerate, I like you, and I will continue patronizing your store, you have my thanks.”

“Yes, I’m pleased to hear that. Thank you,” I said.

If we create a delivery track record, we might even get orders from the cafeteria in the Academy.

I’m the one who is steadily working on the business of my family’s bakery.

“Seriously, this cafeteria is disgusting and embarrassing. How often do they even serve pig’s slop like this?”

“For commoners, it’s a normal meal,” I said.

Melissa-sama looked at me and smiled as if she looked down on me.

“By the way, there seems to be a saint candidate in this women’s dormitory, do you know anything about her?” Melissa said.

“… Do, go on?” I asked.

“Poor thing, because she was adopted to become a baron’s child, even though she’s a saint candidate, she’s treated as a lower-class noble, and it seems that she’s even living in a lower-class noble’s room. I’m certain she must be terribly inconvenienced and suffering.”

Corinna-chan’s shoulders are shaking.

Don’t laugh, never laugh at this.

“My family is very religious, so I would like to meet the saint candidate and console her feelings,” Melissa said. “I’m certain she’ll be pleased. Why, she might even want me to become her best friend.”

As a saint candidate, no thank you, Melissa-sama.

“I’m sure the saint candidate is beautiful, kind, and like a goddess. After all, at this school, the classes are boring, the food doesn’t taste good, and there seems to be a violent young lady with, well, a rather obscene title that also attends here” Melissa said.

“Well, is that so, an obscene title you said?” I said stiffly.

“Before the entrance ceremony, there seemed to be a wicked, wicked, devil-like girl who humiliated a splendid 2nd-year gentleman in a humiliating fashion, so be careful not to earn her ire, either,” Melissa said.

“Is that so? How scary,” I said stiffly.

“Even at the welcome dinner party at the girls’ dormitory, I heard that this wicked devil-daughter had gone on a rampage and it had to be canceled halfway through,” Melissa said. “It seems that she rudely yelled at a noble lady and made her faint. Were you there? I was out for dinner with my family, so I didn’t witness it.”

I’m scared of your lack of information, are you okay daughter of Viscount Andrea?

“Somehow, we seem to get along well, Baker’s Daguhter-san,” Melissa said. “If you have the backing of a viscount, even a commoner like you can feel at ease. If I get to know the saint candidate, I can also introduce her to you. This kind of hospitality is normal. Such generosity is usually impossible, so you should be quite grateful.”

“Ah, yes,” I said.

I guess she believes herself tolerant because she’s showing mercy to the lower classes. What a piece of work, this viscount’s daughter.

However, I wonder if Miss Melissa doesn’t have many friends.

“There’s no need for that, Andrea-sama, the saint candidate and the devil-daughter you’re talking about are all about is one and the same, this girl.”

Corinna!!!!

Don’t give it away!!

“Huh?”

Melissa-sama was stunned.

Nmhh.

“I haven’t introduced myself yet, Andrea-sama,” I said. “My name is Makoto, adopted daughter of Baron Kimbal. I am the saint candidate from the commoners, or as some people call me, the Bejeweled Reijou-sama.”

Melissa-sama’s mouth dropped wide open.

And when she closed her mouth, her face turned bright red.

“Oh, you, you deceived me!!” Melissa cried.

“You were the one to make the mistake first, you can’t claim that,” I said.

Melissa-sama took out a handkerchief.

Then, she bit down one side, pulled it out, and emitted a squealing ultrasonic wave from her mouth.

What is that series of interesting actions?

“Oh, I’ll remember this!! Makoto Kimball-sama!! Um, uhhh, well, you, don’t think you’ve won with this!!”

I guess her approaching me is because she wanted to find a connection to the saint candidate.

Melissa-sama hid her bright red face with her hands and left with a trot, to-to-to-to-to-to-to.

“Andrea-sama, I will pass the bread order to my brother, so please write down the bread you want and give it to Karina-san,” I said.

“I-I understand! Idiot, idiot, idiotic saint candidate…!”

She’s a child, isn’t she?

While thinking that, I saw Melissa-sama off.

Corinna-chan is sitting across from me, eating porridge with a smirk on her face.

“Makoto, the more you hate someone, the more polite your tone,”

“Rather than hate them,” I said, “I’ll be more cautious and polite to people who I feel like I can’t communicate properly with.”

“And the more you like someone, the more carelessly you talk, like with Caroline-sama,” Corinna said.

“That’s right,” I said.

“Say, then, why do you like Curtis-kyou and Elmer-kyou?” Corinna said.

Huh? What are you talking about, Loli-Megane?

It seems that with those two, it’s not a matter of like or dislike.

“Do you mean are those two my friends, or do you mean we have the same disease as each other?” I asked.

“Same disease?” Corinna said.

“Those two are otaku, and I’m an otaku too,” I said.

“… I see, those two are a swordsmanship otaku and a magic otaku, so what kind of otaku are you, Makoto?” Corinna said.

“…”

“Hey hey, what kind of otaku are you?”

“…”

I’m a fujoshi type of otaku who fantasizes about homosexual sex between beautiful boys…

And, I can’t say that.

I’m sorry, I made a mistake.

Corinna talks about my being an otaku with glasses shining in interest.

No, just because of that, I can’t imagine that a girl from another world would understand my corrupted tastes.

I-I-I’m in trouble here.

“I-I can’t say it, because I-I’ll be bullied more than I already am,” I said.

“…Huh? You mean, an otaku with such terrible tastes… is that so?”

I nodded silently.

Corinna averted her eyes.

I stared at the empty, terrible porridge bowl.

“I, I’m sorry, Makoto.”

“Uh, yeah, I’m sorry, too, Corinna-chan.”

Somehow, the air became unbearable, so like Melissa-sama, I covered my hot face with both hands.

Uuu, the consequences of my actions.