ng here.
It's such a luxurious space! My whole body is savoring this extravagant atmosphere.”
“I don't think I understand.”

A short time later, Lord Souju returned to the table carrying two trays.

“Sara, here you are.”
“Thanks, Souju.”

The two were on the same wavelength as they passed the trays.
Unlike yesterday at the café, today's lunch was standard: omelet rice, soup, and salad.
Yet, their cost was still something unattainable to me.
I brought out my lunch box filled with the rice balls wrapped in bamboo skin, steamed bamboo shoots, and pickled vegetables.
I prepared plenty of steamed bamboo shoots.

Those two had their eyes set on the rice balls today as well.
Their lunch menu today wasn't something that could be exchanged.
Could it be that they really enjoy rice balls? I'm glad I made four balls today just in case.
I had intended to stop by the park and eat them as a snack if I had any leftovers.
Come to think of it, the standard snack I had during my childhood was roasted, dried fish.

“Um, if you'd like, please have a rice ball.”

I offered my rice balls.
The two delightfully grabbed them and brought them to their mouth.

“Ngh! It really is delicious! How did you get it to taste this good?”
“How did you cook the rice?”
“I cook it normally with a gas stove.
In an extremely ordinary pot.
Did you think that I had cooked it inside a furnace or something?”

No matter how dirt poor I was, I was still living a civilized life at the very least.
As expected, I didn’t cook my meals over firewood.
But, as my KGB comrade Yoshio has a furnace, I did have the ability to cook rice in a furnace.
I wonder if it would taste definitively better than a gas stove.

I also ate one of my rice balls.
It was a normal rice ball that was neither excellent nor horrendous.

“If you'd like, please take a steamed bamboo shoot.
I dug them up the other day.”

The two ate the bamboo shoots.

“There really is an elegant flavor to them.”
“Ms.
Fuki taught me, after all.
She taught me everything I know about housework.”

Ah, when I recalled her, tears were about to spill out.
When I firmly tried to control myself, Lord Katsuragi, who would be stalked by Lady Sara, showed up at our table.
Dr.
Ichijou had explained that he was the pompous prince character.

“Sorry about yesterday.
My maid said that there was a key inside your uniform and gave it to me.
Is this ward key some kind of protective charm?”

That was the key to my house.
Calling it a ward key had a nice ring to it, but it was only an old key from the Showa era.
From a functional standpoint, it can only be described as a kind of protective charm.
Since it was correct in that aspect, I didn't deny it and simply expressed my gratitude.

“Can I also sit here?”

Lord Katsuragi sat down next to me before any of us could respond.
This was a pompous character.
The annoyed Lord Souju opened his mouth.

“Mr.
Katsuragi, I apologize, but if you're this close to Rei, that Yuria Sakurada would do something strange again.
Just this morning, she called Rei a villainess.”
“I actually wanted to talk about that.
Ah, can I also call you Rei, Rei?”

He called me Rei before I consented.
As expected of the pompous character.
His to-be stalker, Lady Sara, looked to be in an extremely bad mood.
She was expectedly upset that she would become a stalker for someone didn't even like.

“Lord Katsuragi, can you please not call her Rei without her permission? It's a special privilege given only to her friends like us.”
“Eh, then, I'll also be your friend.
That works, right?”
“What!? What are you saying without Rei's acknowledgment? I absolutely cannot believe you!”

I watched the two argue and pondered what I should do, but since I had low interpersonal skills, nothing good came to mind.
When I looked at Lord Souju, I saw the rice ball in front of me that was ignored by them.

“Would you like a rice ball? I had some cookies in the infirmary, so I'm not that hungry.”
“Eh, I can? Yay! Thanks!”

I partook in three of the most delicious cookies in the infirmary.
When I was about to hand over the rice ball wrapped in bamboo skin, Lord Katsuragi snatched it from the side.

“How elaborate.
To wrap it in bamboo skin…”

Lord Katsuragi said as he ate it.
While Lord Souju was frozen and Lady Sara voiced her disbelief, I was dumbfounded by the behavior of the pompous character as he exceeded my expectations.

“This is super delicious! Did the chef in your house make it?”
“Hey, I was supposed to get that one.
What are you doing?!”

Lord Souju was angry.
Quite angry.

“Ah, sorry.
It's just so unusual.
It's just like I'm in old Japan.
I'll treat you next time to apologize.
You guys always eat in the café, right?”
“Mr.
Katsuragi, there's no substitute for Rei's rice balls.
Besides, don't you feel bad for causing her trouble? To begin with, it was Yuria Sakurada's fault that she was injured.
Because you talked to her, Mr.
Katsuragi.”
“Ah, about that.
I already heard from Mr.
Akimi.
Ah, I mean, Dr.
Ichijou.
He lives close to my house, so he's like a brother to me.
Anyways, Mr.
Akimi took the situation seriously and told Yuria's parents.
I think you'll get an apology from them today.”

Lord Katsuragi's one-sided conversation reminded me of Lady Mary.
An egotistical and pompous character was exactly that of her.
Pompous and a prince.
What a terrifying combination.
If such a person held power, I don't think I can bear to look.

When I thought of such a thing, another person who closely resembled Lady Mary in a different sense—Yuria Sakurada and her friends appeared before me.

Satori is a Japanese folklore monster that looks like a monkey and can read your mind.
It’s also a concept in Buddhism for enlightenment. ↑

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