"My lady? By any chance, is the food not to your liking?"
Zoemi kneeled by his master's side and made a worried expression.
"Have I prepared something wrong? Or have I messed up the presentation?"
Since Patishi helped the black-haired boy choose the ingredients, there was no doubt that they were good - after all, Zoemi firmly believed in that youth's talent for cooking, and therefore didn't even consider trying to push the blame on them.
"Eh?"
Miriette flinched and realized what mess has she done on the plate.
Ack..!|
"N-no, no! It is really delicious! it's just that... I don't really feel like eating anything..."
The dark-haired girl blushed and looked away.
"My lady, are you, sick? Or maybe tired? Do you want to lay down? Please, bear with my forwardness for a moment...!"
"!!!!!!!!!!!"
Zoemi caringly put his hand on his master's forehead and his other one on his own – causing his master to almost have a heart attack from the sudden contact.
