CH 24

“The food for the lower nobles is terrible again today too, isn’t it?” I said.

“It feels like they’re letting the daughters below viscounts eat garbage,” Corinna said.

“Even though they say it’s pork stew, there are no pieces of meat,” I said.

“The meat is in our hearts,” Corinna said.

“Are thinking if you compliment it, the stew will be delicious, Corinna-chan?” I asked.

“Oh shut up, just eat the stew, Makoto,” Corinna said.

Mossho, mossho, mossho, mossho, mossho.

Hello, this is Makoto.

Currently, I’m in the cafeteria, Corinna-chan is thinking positively, and I am undergoing training to endure the bad food.

Mossho, mossho, mossho, mossho, mossho.

“Melissa-sama hasn’t come to the dining room,” Corinna said.

“She bought a lot of bread for lunch, so I guess she’s eating bread?” I said.

“The number of 1st-year students who come to the cafeteria has decreased, and there are almost no 2nd or 3rd-year students,” Corinna said. “What if there’s a real dormitory cafeteria with great food and everyone feasts there?”

“Stop the delusions, Corinna-chan. The truth is in this awful stew,” I said.

“Kukuku, it’s awful, isn’t it? This is really bad,” Corinna said.

“If so, why are you patiently eating such a bad meal?” I said.

“Makoto, the room fee for the girls’ dormitory includes breakfast and dinner,” Corinna said.

“Umu, it’s profiteering,” I said.

“It’s a meal that was forced out of the poor finances of my lower-class noble house. If you don’t eat it, you feel like you’ve just wasted your money,” Corinna said.

“It’s a sad story,” I said.

However, as expected, it’s getting harder to eat bad food.

This is a management technique that would surprise even Masayoshi Son, such as serving unusually bad food in the cafeteria, causing students to drop out, diverting the surplus, and saving the cooking manpower.

I wonder if I’ll eat at my blood parent’s bakery from tomorrow.

Ah, but I don’t think I’ll be able to get home by the 7 o’clock curfew.

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Hmm, is there no Tabasco sauce in this world?

Pour it on and fool your tongue with the spiciness.

“Can’t you cook for yourself?” I asked.

“Don’t be stupid, Makoto, noble daughters don’t cook,” Corinna said. “That’s a chef’s job.”

“Isn’t there a young lady whose hobby is cooking?” I asked.

“I’ve never heard of one,” Corinna said.

Raise your femininity more, daughters of another world.

By the way, the people called noble ladies don’t clean or do laundry, and if she does such a thing, she will take away the maid’s jobs.

The daughters of Class C will be absent from dungeon classes.

Camping is absolutely impossible for them.

It seems that the daughters who belong to Class A wanted high grades at the Academy and will bring maids to the dungeon one after another.

It is said that many maids are martyred in the dungeon every year.

My prayers.

Ah, I see, battle maids and intelligence maids are there for that purpose.

Is that so how it was?

They can certainly do well for themselves in the world.

That means, wouldn’t it be better to take Carol’s maid Anne-san to scout?

That person looks like an intelligence agent.

Wow, the party is almost finished.

We no longer need to look for mercenaries.

It’s a happily ever after.

Well, a future dungeon capture party is fine.

The problem in front of you is the bad food.

I wonder what happened with this.

It’s fine to lose weight by eating bad food, but I’m already a skinny loli.

You can see my ribs floating.

When a woman loses weight, she loses weight starting with her breasts, and her upper arms are the last thing that shrinks.

I don’t want to lose any more of them because there are already small.

A loli body is not cute without a certain amount of meat.

A gariloli has a feeling of being a tragic refugee.

Mmm.

Well, if you eat bad food, your stomach will swell.

I finally finished my dinner.

“Thank you for the meal,” I said.

“It was terrible,” Corinna said.

“I’m with you on that,” I said.

Ooh, it was so bad.

When I returned to Room 205 with Corinna-chan and prepared for tomorrow’s class, it was nearly 7:30.

Now then, shall we brace for our meeting with Yuriyuri-senpai?

I walk down the corridor with an assortment of high-quality cookies as a gift for Yurisha-senpai.

“Makoto-san, if you will be my pet, I can join your faction.”

I’m in trouble if she says that.

Uum, I already have Carol.

However, it is also hard to throw away the chance of being drowned in Yuriyuri-senpai’s missile boobs.

It’s a confusing place.

“Makoto! Maybe I have tiny tits, but I love you.”

Yeah, Carol would never say such a thing.

A playful delusion.

I should be more realistic about this.

But what underpins the realism of creation is the power to think of a lot of unnecessary things.

As soon as I banged the knocker in Carol’s room, Anne-san came out.

She whispered, “Go ahead,” and let me through.

“You’re here, Makoto, let’s go,” Carol said.

“Yeah, if Yuriyuri-senpai is about to attack me, please save me,” I said.

“It’s not going to be like that,” Carol said.

Well, just for the sake of precautions.

“Hmm, Carol, are you wearing makeup?” I asked.

Carol’s faint blush and faint lipstick are very cute.

She’s fashionable.

“Yeah, just in case, Makoto won’t you wear it, too?” Carol asked.

“I don’t have cosmetics,” I said.

Since the saint candidate believes in being clean and simple, the temple believes I don’t look good with makeup.

“Next time, I’ll give you lipstick and blush, Makoto,” Carol said.

“Wow, thank you Carol!”

I’m looking forward to this.

“You don’t seem to need milk lotion or anything like that. Your skin is like a baby’s,” Carol said, nudging me on the cheek.

Uhihihi, things are getting spicy.

“When you’re constantly casting Heal on yourself, your skin becomes smoother, so I don’t need basic cosmetics,” I said.

“Being the Saint-sama is convenient.”

Now then, let’s go to Yuriyuri-senpai.

“Where is Senpai’s room?” I asked.

“The top of the girls’ dormitory, the penthouse on the roof,” Carol said.

“Geeh,” I groaned.

It’s troublesome to go up the stairs.

“Let’s use the elevator,” Carol said.

“Ah, I see, you are with me, Carol,” I said.

“I’m just an earl’s daughter,” Carol said.

“In the territory, Ojou-sama is more loved as the lord than the Earl himself,” Anne said.

“That, that’s not true, Otou-sama is loved too,” Carol said.

“Hakushaku-sama does not do any of the work,” Anne said.

“An alchemist’s job is to collect materials,” Carol said.

“Is your Otou-san not home that much?” I asked.

“He files off all year round,” Carol said.

“What about your Okaa-san?” I asked.

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“She died when I was 10. Of illness, you see,” Carol said.

Hmm, what a pity, if we had known each other earlier, we might have been able to cure Carol’s mother’s illness.

Well, I became able to use light magic at the age of 13 from the Magic Appraisal Ceremony, so it can’t be helped.

Does that mean that Carol has been acting as the lord since she was 10 years old?

What a filial daughter.

We ask the gatekeeper of the elevator to open the door and go inside.

It’s a normal elevator from my previous life.

However, it’s not the button that determines the number of floors, but the heavy iron lever.

Anne-san pulled it with a “gashya-kon” sound and moved the lever all the way to the right.

I feel us rising with a loud sound.

It’s been a while, this feeling.

A bell rings and the door opens.

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A little cold outside air came in.

When I got out of the elevator, the full moon was shining brilliantly in the sky.

“Fuah, what a good night view,” I said.

“The scenery from here is beautiful,” Carol said.

There are no lights on the school facilities, but you can see the colorful lights on the royal capital side, and it’s as beautiful as the night views of my previous life.

To the east is the men’s dormitory, where the lights are on and the shadows pass by from time to time.

There are two large glass greenhouses and two penthouses on the large rooftop site.

One is the room of Estelle-sama, the Dormitory Master.

It’s quite large, one building seems to be about the size of Hiyoko-Do’s site.

If I become a dormitory master, will I get such a spacious room, or rather, a house?

Nice, I wonder if I’ll be a dormitory master when I’m in the 3rd year.

Naturally, the deputy dormitory master is Carol.

Mhmm, mhmm.

Ah, but it’s a lot of work, so I’d rather Carol be the dormitory master and I would be the deputy.

Yeah, yeah.

“What is that greenhouse?”

“The Botany Department grows foliage plants and such.

Can I borrow it for a fee?

For a moment, I thought about cultivating cacao here and lowering the price of chocolate, but I rejected it because it would be troublesome.

I receive a small amount of pocket money from House Kimball, the Great Temple, and also from Hiyoko-Do, but somehow it’s not enough.

Hmmm, I need to do something.

It’s enough money for normal student life, but it’s not enough for eating out every day, going out at night, and doing unreasonable things.

I have to do something for the sake of an enjoyable student life.

When I was playing otome games, I often wondered how you would have the money to go on dates every week, but that was definitely because you were courting upper-class aristocrats.

Going to the theater, horseback riding, eating at a restaurant, we could go on dates every week.

By the way, in the game, when I got a Date Appointment, it was a meeting in front of the location.

Well, I can’t help it because of the nature of Events, but I thought there wouldn’t be a meeting in front of the ski resort in winter.

A date is a date, including traveling to and from. At least I thought so.

As I’m aiming for a Friendship End, I need to somehow earn money myself.

I wonder if I’ll be a steady adventurer after school.