If I had spoken to Eliza, the Marquis would have returned from the sea of thought.

"Excuse me. Immerse yourself in your thoughts, don't deal with customers, etc... yeah? Eliza, what time have you been there?

"I was just here. Father."

"Right. So, Lord Inota."

"Yes."

"It's your idea, though. May I try it in my lab?

"You can try it out. ⁉"

Honestly, I was surprised they might say no.

"Yeah, I thought it was worth listening to and trying. So would you like me to come to the lab at a later date"

"Yes, with pleasure"

This leads to increased combat power in this country. That should increase our chances of survival.

I talked to him afterwards, and when I realized it was night.

"Is this the time already? It's time to go back to the royal palace..."

We should all be worried.

"I apologize for stopping you until this hour. I'll let you take my carriage home."

"Please"

I don't know how to get to the royal palace, so I'd appreciate a lift.

When I tried to get up, Eliza, sitting next to me, put her hand on her lap.

"Hmm? Something?

"Anyway, if you're going to send it by carriage, why don't you go have dinner?

"Is it dinner..."

What? Why would Eliza want me to have dinner with her?

Uh-huh. I don't know why.

Looking into the face of the Marquis, she seems surprised that Eliza said such a thing.

(Maybe Mr. Eliza is highly familiar?

That's what you said to me the first time you met me. I think it's a little difficult.

So you must be surprised what Eliza said.

Well, his father Marquis said he wasn't a bad kid either, so I guess the roots are good kids.

Watching Eliza on the side.

He looks at me with a face full of great anxiety.

The face is reminiscent of a wet puppy in the rain.

(... something, awkward to say no)

"But Eliza. Lord Inota has plans. Stop saying you can't."

That's what the Marquis says, but his whole body says, "Make sure we have dinner together" aura.

I lost the pressure of Marquis and Eliza's gaze.

"... there's nothing else to do today, so I hope it's dinner"

"Oh, really? That's good."

The Marquis gladly loosens his face.

Mr. Eliza loosens his face the same way. Thus, comparing the two faces, he looked the same.

(I thought it didn't look like him by pah, but after all, he's a parent and kid)

As I watched the two faces, Mr. Eliza immediately regained her mind.

"Well, that's good. Today I will wave my arms to you specially, so be grateful that you can eat my dishes and taste them. Orhohohohohohohohohohohohohoho"

Mr. Eliza laughs high and leaves the room.

For the first time in my life, I've ever laughed like such a villain warrior in real life.

(That's the first time you've been in this world)

So I remember what Eliza said.

You said it was my cooking, didn't you?

Even if you think you're good at comics, it may be the pattern that comes out that you're dark matter.

Or is the taste a homicidal pattern even though it looks like a regular dish?

Which one. ⁉

I wonder which one it is and ask the Marquis.

"Here, Marquis"

"Yes, what is it?

"And, if you'll excuse me, lady, how is your cooking skills?

"What do you mean?

"Um, is it delicious?

I tremble. [M]

At least pray for something to eat.

"My daughter's cooking arm is a professional loser, even if she doesn't take her eyes off her."

"Oh, really?"

Heart, breathe relief.

"And chores like cleaning and sewing are better than the servants of the house, and they have talent in the arts"

"... you're surprisingly versatile"

When I hear that you can do a lot of things with that look, it doesn't pin.

But I guess if the Marquis says so.

I talked to the Marquis about no other love until dinner was ready.

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