--Former Orba Trading Company villa. The present Beatrix's house.

　It had been a while since I had been here, but this was my second visit to the former residence of the Orba Chamber of Commerce, and the atmosphere had changed quite a bit.

　Most of the artworks and expensive items that had been stored there had been taken away, and the spacious mansion looked somewhat bleak and cold.

　It was the same in the room where I had talked to Beatrix last time, and most of the furniture that had been made for me had disappeared.

　All that was left was an expensive looking sofa that seemed to be standing out from the surroundings, and a cupcake sitting on the table as usual.

　And the tea that Lilac had brought in.

　Lilac and Beatrix were discussing the Colosseum's commercial strategy, oblivious to Futa who was looking around.

"Since you're asking me for advice, don't you think the Chamber of Commerce could use a little more of a dividend?
You're not a member of the Chamber of Commerce anymore, are you?　Besides, you should be paid as an advisor.
My brain is being bought out. ...... It's really funny.

　I'm not sure what to make of this.
　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

What did you do with all that expensive stuff in here?
"What?

　Beatrix glanced at Futa with a gloomy look and replied as if she was satisfied.

I just moved everything to another house. We can't use this place for business meetings anymore.　Then keeping all that stuff around will just get in the way of cleaning. ....... We can't use the Chamber of Commerce's money for this and that anymore.
I see.
Thanks for your concern. I appreciate it.
"Of course not.

　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're doing.

　It's not so much a concern.
　It's not so much that I'm worried, it's just that I'm feeling a little nostalgic for a very cold and lonely room.

　It's not that she's in such dire straits that she has no choice but to sell, her hand is still breathing in the Orba Trading Company.

　It's just...

　It's just that she's been so obsessed with money that she has no intention of spending money on her own home.
　Her actions of maintaining the power of the Chamber of Commerce while shutting down her own life.

　That's all there was to it.



Now, on to the next.



　After some discussion, Lilac poured tea from the pot.

　She sipped her second cup of tea, which was slightly deeper in color, with a slightly unhappy expression on her face.

　She closes her eyes and sighs softly, her mouth speaking eloquently without speaking.

　I want a cup of tea from a bossy maid.

　That maid's only fault is that she's loud. She's just too loud.
　Her movements are loud even when she's silent, her facial expressions are loud even when she's not moving, and her presence is loud even when she's standing still.

　However, all the skills necessary for a valet were top-notch.

　Lilac M. Fangini's struggles never end.


"Beatrix. Do you have any orders for me?
Forgery of the register.
Oh, of course. How expensive is that?
That'll cover the cost of today's meeting.
So be it.

　For a moment, Futa was unable to comprehend the exchange that had taken place here.

　And Beatrix, who easily demanded that the family register be falsified.
　I'm not sure what to make of that.

"Is it really going to be that easy?
Yeah. I've registered Futa as a resident of Tokyo. Don't worry.
When did you do that?
I don't care when you did it.

　I don't care when you did it.
　Futa could only nod his head in agreement.

　There was nothing he could do about it.
　If he said it was the day after that night, people would think he was a lightweight.

However, the difference between you and Futa is that ...... you have to prepare an alias in the first place?
No. Names are like symbols. It's fine.

　Beatrix, who fluttered her hand away, seemed to mean it.

Even if I have to use it for the rest of my life?
That's the fourth time in fourteen years.
"Is it?

　Lilac gently stroked her lips with a white embroidered dress glove and glanced at Futa.

　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.
　When he noticed Lilac's gaze, he turned around.

"Yes, sir?
Do you have any interesting ideas?
"Don't be funny!

　Lilac looked at Beatrix.

"I don't know, maybe there's a fifth or sixth time.
It's nothing but a humiliation to be called by a name you've given me for fun!
I have no interest in pointing and laughing at you, but... As for Futa's sense of style, I've been thinking about it a bit, so I thought I'd practice.
"Practice.



　What do you mean?" Beatrix asked, looking at Huta with a disturbed look.

　I don't think they mean that you have to come up with something funny.

　He simply wants an idea, so he twists his head.

　If it is too simple, it is not good.
　On the other hand, it is not good if it is too long.
　Even though it is Beatrix, it is a name for a woman.
　I don't mean to offend or ridicule her in any way.
　I'm seriously considering a name for the woman in front of me.

　Above all, Lilac likes cool words.
　So that's what she prefers.


"...... Hmm, you're thinking about it seriously.
You never know what might pop out because you're serious.
Why are you looking so glum?
I just want you to be able to say something cool as soon as possible.
Huh, ......?　Wait, wait, wait, wait. That's not good taste right now.




"Hot lady?







　Lilac closed her eyes quietly.
　Beatrix froze. Cool lady.

　Cool Master, but slowly her face became Hot Master.

　And then.

"Pfft. ......

　She blurts it out like she's making a fool of herself.

"B-b-but... What the hell is that?　My stomach hurts!　Oh, no, no, no, no, no. ......

"Mr. Lilac, displeasure points.
"Rejected.
"Dismissed?

　Lilac shook her head with an expression of sorrow, and Futa was depressed.
　I thought hard about it.

"Well, let me ask you something. Why did you say that name?
"Stop it, Lilac!　Don't make me explain gags to you, hahahaha!

　Hooter was annoyed.

"Yes. Beatrix has a very unladylike demeanor, so I thought I'd create a lady to at least give her a bit of class. It's not too long, but it's not too short either, so I thought of red, but red lady is a bit of a misnomer, so I went with hot, thinking of red.
The logic behind ...... makes it even sadder.
And the lady part is the best part, it's so unnecessary.

　And the lady part is the best part.

"Oh, my economic logic says that if you have the worst first, then you can forgive anything else, but hey, anything goes!　I don't care what it is! Hahahahaha!
"That's right, Futa. You may want to think about it a little more casually.


　Huta rolled over on the couch and stared at Beatrix, who slapped the seat and laughed.

　He then took a glance at his handsome master.

　I'm sorry I didn't live up to her expectations. I'll try harder next time.

　That said, I didn't like being laughed at that much.









Pasta, then.








　From now on, her name (Beatrix) is Pasta.