Suddenly,
A rush of hurried footsteps came from the second floor.
The girls, not even bothering to properly fix their clothes, rushed down the stairs one by one, completely surrounding Ryu, who was concentrating on battling the vase.
"It really is that elf sister!"
"These clothes are so cute!"
"Hey, hey, elf sister, can you meow like that cat-eared sister yesterday?"
Hanazake Warabi moved close to Ryu, staring curiously at Ryu's pointed ears.
"And also!"
Kikakujuo Mary gestured excitedly.
"The food at that tavern yesterday was super delicious!"
"Since you're a staff member there."
"You must know how to make it, right?"
"I was even dreaming about that flavor last night!"
"Right, right, right!"
"Yeah, that special grilled bread last night was amazing too!"
"Even though we ate our fill last night, as soon as we woke up today..."
"our stomachs were already growling."
Mentioning food.
Rin, who was initially a bit shy with strangers, couldn't help but swallow her saliva.
After all.
Last night's meal.
For these girls who had just arrived in this world and were used to the assembly-line food of their original world.
was simply a dimensional blow to their taste buds.
...
After saying this.
Several pairs of expectant gazes focused squarely on Ryu.
—Those sparkling eyes.
"Uh..."
And being stared at by so many eyes.
Ryu's hand holding the feather duster froze in mid-air.
Pressing against the wall, with no retreat possible.
"Brea... breakfast?"
Ryu was stunned.
Opening her mouth, she looked at these girls whose faces clearly said "feed us" with astonishment.
An image flashed through her mind of Mother Mia wielding a ladle in the kitchen yesterday, magically conjuring up a table full of delicious food.
Since she was the maid here now.
Then...
Making breakfast.
should be a matter of course, right?
Moreover.
It's just making breakfast.
She had seen the cooking steps countless times in the tavern.
It should...
not be difficult.
Thinking of this.
Ryu took a deep breath, that inexplicable sense of responsibility unique to elves seized the high ground.
Then she straightened her back slightly, forcing herself to look a bit more confident.
"Of... of course!"
"Since I am the maid here."
"Preparing breakfast is naturally part of my duties!"
"Please wait a moment, everyone!"
"I'll go to the kitchen and prepare it right away!"
With that.
Holding up her skirt, Ryu turned around and headed towards the kitchen.
"Wow—!"
Looking at Ryu's confident back.
The girls let out a cheer.
"Awesome!"
"We're in for a treat!"
"Now we can eat delicious food every day from now on!"
The girls were extremely excited.
Only Heimdall.
stood to the side.
Watching that back charging fiercely into the kitchen.
Then looking at these silly girls full of anticipation.
The corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
After all.
Heimdall remembered clearly.
In the original story's information.
This Ryu's cooking skills...
seemed to be inversely proportional to her combat ability.
Or rather.
Apart from fighting, she was useless at everything else.
However.
Seeing everyone in high spirits.
and Ryu's determined demeanor.
In the end, Heimdall couldn't bear to break the mood.
"God-sama..."
At this moment, Inaba Tsukiyo, who had been following Heimdall.
slightly turned her head, her blind eyes turning towards the direction Ryu went to the kitchen.
Her ears twitched.
"That elf lady's heartbeat..."
"seemed to suddenly speed up several times just now."
"And..."
"Although her steps look very firm."
"But..."
"they carry a sense of panic."
Inaba Tsukiyo's voice held a trace of doubt.
"Is the elf lady really okay?"
"Who knows."
Heimdall shrugged, wearing an expression of someone watching a good show.
"Anyway."
"No one will die, that's for sure."
...
And so.
In the open dining area on the side of the hall.
Beside the long hardwood dining table that could seat over a dozen people.
Rin, Kikakujuo Mary, Hanazake Warabi, Tamaba Satori, and at the end, the utterly bored Kirukiru Amou were all seated.
"So slow..."
Hanazake Warabi lay sprawled on the table, like a salted fish that had lost its dreams.
"It's been twenty minutes since that elf lady went in, right?"
"Does making breakfast take this long?"
"I want meat..."
"I want that big piece of grilled meat from yesterday..."
"Let's wait a bit more."
Although Kikakujuo Mary was also hungry, she maintained the proper sitting posture of a well-bred young lady.
Only her eyes, which kept darting towards the kitchen, betrayed her.
"After all, slow work yields fine results."
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