So Much to Do
To convince the three skeptics, I prepared milange ice tea for them.
By the way, the fruit juice I always thought was delicious had actually been squeezed by Master using his “Body Enhancement” skill.
Freshly squeezed juice from a handsome guy… That could sell. Maybe somewhere like Ikebukuro?
"Young lady, this is delicious!"
"So tasty!"
"I can't believe how well milange juice pairs with tea."
"Right~?"
Even though it wasn’t my invention, I couldn’t resist striking a smug pose.
Today’s afternoon tea was just the three of us—Father, Mother, and me. Without my brothers, it felt a bit lonely.
"Today, we have rum brape pound cake and milange ice tea."
"Mm, Joan, this is delicious. Could I serve this pound cake at my next tea party?"
"Of course, Mother."
"This milange ice tea is good too. I had no idea milanges and tea could go so well together."
"I’m glad you like it, Father."
As afternoon tea was wrapping up:
"By the way, Joan, how about starting self-defense and horseback riding lessons soon?"
Self-defense? Horseback riding?
Both were things I had wanted to try in my previous life but never had the chance to. Naturally:
"I’ll do it!! I want to!! Please let me!! When can I start?"
"C-calm down, Joan. Were you by any chance… doing these things in your past life?"
"No, I wanted to but never got the chance. I just got a little excited."
"Ah, I see. Well, how about starting tomorrow?"
"Yes, please!"
I can’t wait!
Self-defense? I wonder if it’s something like Aikido. Surely not wrestling moves, right? But aside from self-defense and horseback riding, I also want to learn more about this country.
"Father, I’d also like to study the history, geography, and general knowledge of this country."
"Oh, it’s admirable that you want to learn on your own. Gene didn’t start until we had to push him at eight."
Well, that’s because internally, I’m 82 years old!
"Alright, let’s include that in your lessons. You’ll have a lot on your plate, though. Can you handle it?"
"Yes, I want to try everything I’m curious about."
Ah, that reminds me—there was something I wanted to ask Father.
"Father, I have a request."
"Hmm? What is it?"
"I’ve never seen our private guard. I’d like to visit them sometime."
"Oh, I suppose you haven’t. Let’s arrange for you to visit on the next Earth Day."
"Thank you, I’m looking forward to it. Oh, and there’s one more thing…"
"What is it?"
"The next time a merchant comes by, I’d like to see their goods."
"A merchant?"
"Yes. I want to see if they have any foods or seasonings from my… previous world, and I’d like to be introduced to a cast-metal artisan."
"A cast-metal artisan? Why is that, Joan?"
"I’d like them to make cooking tools for me."
"Cooking tools?"
"Yes, things like baking molds and hand mixers."
"”Hand mixers?”"
"Umm, they’re like automatic whisks?"
"Heh~ that does sound convenient."
"Yes, very much so!"
"Alright, you can meet with the merchant, but you must take Abe with you. Can you promise that?"
"Yes, I promise."
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