"Title-kun, come with me when this chapter is over, I have something to tell you, separate ......"

During the day, I was awakened by murderous voices. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Change your clothes, open the curtains, and enjoy the morning sun. Although I don't like the sun very much, it is one of the few symbols of everyday life in this environment. I breathed slowly as if I was going to breathe in the sunlight into my body, and then picked up the [Yard] that was on the dresser.

As soon as I turned it, it tucked into the sleeve of my right hand. Filled into the bindings roughly on the inside of the cloak - from the shoulder of the right hand to the elbow, but not visible from the outside. It seems to be hidden by something called the burst ionosphere or something, and although I don't understand it very well, Master seems to admire it very much.

When I looked back, I found that the boy who had risen, earlier than me, was gone, and his suitcase with a hole in it stood alone. I guess I went out first. I thought so, and then woke up the still somewhat unconscious Master and left the room together.

The guest rooms offered to us are in the center of the rooms lined up on the second floor of the stripping city. Although the structure is not too complicated, both the passage and the room are very spacious, so my sense of space is a little out of order. What's more, the murals, statues, and these are all angels as always.

“…………”

"Master, what's wrong?"

“…… No, nothing. ”

It can't be nothing, the Master has looked at a certain angel portrait for the fourth time and has not moved. Did you find something? Or ......

We moved to the hall on the second floor, as the servants of the Ashubourne family had said.

Bursts of fragrance come to your face. The scent whetted my appetite and my stomach began to growl. And it's not monotonous, all kinds of scents are integrated, [that] is like an ensemble.

When you open the door, you immediately understand where the scent is coming from.

In the center of the hall is a large granite dining table that seats twenty people. Several different breakfasts are placed in the corresponding position of each seat.

"Looks like we're seated over there. ”

Seeing us was the first to arrive. Master looked around the empty hall and looked to the other side of the table.

Freshly baked toast is placed next to a napkin embroidered with Ermelo family crest, boiled eggs delicately shelled and placed in silver cutlery, and black sausages made with pig's blood and baked beans.

In other words, a traditional English breakfast.

That's where the scent came from.

Each of the other seats has a different breakfast prepared for each guest, and it seems that it is prepared according to the taste and region of each guest.

The decline in the evaluation of British cuisine came at the end of the nineteenth century, when the middle class hired maid-of-allwork (that is, young girls who came from the countryside to the city), and naturally did not bother with their cooking skills, and the result was a decline in the demand for cooking in the whole country, which was the beginning of everything, but the servants of the Ashuburn family had nothing to do with this stereotype.

"Really, you've studied our side quite thoroughly. ”

Master muttered as he walked around the table.

It is of course impossible to prepare according to tastes and regions of origin, without knowing each other. How far did Griwin Ashuburn get his hands on us before he died?

“…… Huh?"

"What's the matter, ma'am, are you feeling a little sick with breakfast?"

"Ah no, nothing ......"

Probably an illusion, I always felt like someone had just called my name.

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At the moment, under the dining table.

(!Missed the best time to come out!)

The boy who hid his breath shouted silently.

(I just sensed something under the table before I came in to see what it was...... ）

Glancing at what he was doing, the boy struggled to turn his attention to how to get out of here.

(Anyway, just move to the other side of the table, come out and sit down in their seats the moment they bow their heads to eat...... ）

Just when the boy was thinking so.

"—heh, that's a pretty job. ”

"-Oh-oh, isn't this a vegetarian dish! There are fried mushrooms and tofu! I have seen bracken in this vicinity, but I didn't expect to find angelica and bamboo shoots. ”

(Damn!)

One by one, the other guests came in.

(What's the matter, going out in this situation will definitely be considered a pervert, but if I continue to be absent alone, it will arouse the suspicion of others...... ）

"Now that everyone has arrived, the Elder Lock has greeted the servants of the Ashuburn family beforehand and asked them to bring breakfast to their rooms. ”

It turns out that there is no share of your own at all!?

The boy who refused to admit defeat finally understood the meaning of the title.

So breakfast went on in an orderly manner, and during the course there was a conversation that even the teenager could not understand—shemamphorae. A collection of names. In other words, seventy-two angels. It started out in the book of Exodus. It is the Old Testament passage that tells the story of Moses parting the sea. I remember as if all three passages were written in seventy-two words in the original Hebrew from verses 19 to 21. If you take a word from each verse and combine them all three together, you will have the abbreviation of all seventy-two angels. It's like a pun in general, but Kabbalah is good at notarikon and gematria, and this passage is also a description of Moses' greatest miracle, so it is considered special in many senses.

(Moses...... ? ）

The boy remembered the name. Although he knew many people who were more famous than Moses, perhaps because of the circumstances, he remembered the name anyway. Let's look up his legends when I get back, and by the way, read the legends of other characters.

(Huh, why is it all quiet all of a sudden?)

Is it all done?" the boy glanced around with his clair—and sure enough, they all left, except for Uncle Ermelo who hadn't finished eating, and a woman he didn't know. So now—

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Except for me and Master, the rest of the magicians left the table.

"—I'm sorry, but please allow me to leave the table. ”

"Ah, brother,"

Heine stood up, and Rosalind hastened to follow.

"Well, that's it. ”

"I also think it's good to end the discussion at this point. ”

Frieu and Luvia also finished their meal and withdrew.

Qingxuan covered his face with a messed up look, and finally gave up leaving the table. For the rest, like a pack of wolves baring their fangs—a hostility that even my guts could freeze was always entrenched.

Master sighed deeply again.

"Sure enough, there is no one who is willing to happily share the cake together. ”

"Oh yes, that's a shame. ”

The only one left besides us, Ryori smiled.

Click.

"Damn!

As if picking on this tense atmosphere, a teenager with an embarrassed face came out from under the table.

“………………”

“………………”

“………………”

Not only Master and I, but even Ryori put away his smile and looked at the boy with strange eyes.

“……………………”

The boy was silent for a few seconds.

“pasta！”

The meaning is completely unclear.

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