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“Ojo-sama…what does this mean…”
The table is piled high with food. Roast chicken, veal steak, cream soup, salad, quiche, and risotto are all available. Desserts include apple pudding and pear tart.
As soon as I returned home, I had the chef prepare them.
“What does Sylas enjoy? Because I didn’t know what you liked, I asked the chef to make as many as he could.”
I forced Sylas to sit in his chair, where he had been standing blankly next to the table.
“No way, Ojo-sama. This is simply…”
“Eat as much as you want. Please let me know if you have any special requests.”
“No, Ojo-sama! I’m not going to be able to get such a nice thing. After all, I’m on duty in the first place…”
Sylas is pressed up against my shoulder, looking perplexed, as if he can’t shake me off.
“Are you on duty? Not a problem. You are not required to work beginning today.”
“Eh? What do you mean?”
“I’ll find another person to do your job. You are no longer required to do anything.”
“What?! Does that mean I’m fired?”
Sylas pales as I say this with a smile. My mouth twitches in response to this unexpected reaction.
“No! All you have to do is stay here.”
“That’s something I can’t do. I have a job as a butler.”
“I’ll inform Father that I don’t want Sylas to do anything from now on.”
“What’s the matter with you, Ojo-sama?!”
I smiled and suggested it, but Sylas said no.
He didn’t seem willing to budge after a few questions and answers, so I decided to give up. I guess I’ll have to entertain Sylas while he works as a butler.
But I’m hoping he’ll at least try the dish I had the chef make for him.
I use a spoon to scoop up the soup and place it in his mouth.
“Please don’t do that, Ojo-sama. I’m not going to let you do this.”
“It was prepared by the chef for you. Come on, eat up.”
As I bring the spoon closer to Sylas’ mouth, he blushes and looks away. Then he opened his mouth and swallowed the soup, as if he had given up.
“—It’s very tasty.”
“Really? That’s great! I’ll prepare Sylas’ portion for the evening as well, so we can eat together in the dining room rather than the servants’ mess hall.”
“That’s enough, Ojo-sama! Please do not allow me to go any further…!”
Sylas appeared so troubled that I had to abandon the idea of eating together in the dining room. It is difficult to make people happy.
“Then, let’s get started on getting your new room ready!”
As I half-heartedly finished feeding Sylas, I said cheerfully. Sylas cocked his head once more.
“Room? If it’s a room, we already have one set aside for servants.”
“A servant’s room is insufficient. I’ll find you a more suitable room.”
Sylas was screaming behind me, “Ojo-sama, please don’t!” but I didn’t care.
I was extremely ecstatic. From now on, I could repay Sylas in any way I saw fit.
because both Sylas and I are still alive.
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