"Huh?　A music box?

　Corona, who had been rolling around in Futa's room reading a book, looked up at his words.
　It should be remembered that she was a maid who was in charge of Futa's care. She was not supposed to be lying on the chamberlain's bed reading.

　The real problem is that no one blames her for it.

Oh, I see. The music box that Corona gave me and Master Lilac. How did you make them?
"How did you do it, sir?

　She got up and picked up Futa's music box on the side table.

She got up and picked up Futa's music box on the side table.
What do you mean, "pee"?
What's "pete"?　Well, it's hard to explain, Master Futa.

　Whenever she tilted her head to the left or right, her two tassels of gold waved in the air.

"Well, it's a special box, I guess. Who wants a refill, Master Futa?
I don't think asking for another music box is really called a refill. ...... No, it's not.
"Meido?
It sounds like a squeal. ......

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　What Izuna and I talked about at the taverna.
　The meeting with Pasta and the assignment from Lilac.

　How I thought that Corona might know a lot about music.

　After some discussion, she nodded and said, "I see.

It's time to reveal the secret of the ...... maid. ......
"Corona's ...... secret ......?

　The smile on her face, as if she were trying to be devious, was somewhat amusing just because she did it. If this were pasta, she would just be a scoundrel.

"Well, it's no big deal. The maid just fills a glass with water and clanks it.
Like a xylophone?
Yeah. It makes a nice sound, you know.

　But," she continues.

"Maid, I don't know much about music. I don't know much about music, maid. I'm just trying to get a feel for it.
"Isn't that more like ......?
"Well, in your real job, you have to do things so that people can play it properly. Maids don't have that kind of skill.
No, that's more than enough. Oh, come on, Corona.
"Huh?

　Hooter stood up and looked at her expectantly.

You should try it. You can do it in the kitchen, right?

　If I could play a song with an image of something, like that music box.
　Futa thinks that's just great.

　If you can play a song with an image of something like that music box, Fouta thinks, that would be just amazing. If you can put your honest feelings into words and tell your heart that you're having pure fun, Corona blinks.

　And then the corners of her mouth lifted in a grin.

I'll be back.

　The two of them jumped off the bed and headed for the kitchen together.












"Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm...

　And so we arrived at the kitchen. On the cooking table, the usual cutting boards were nowhere to be seen. Instead, a dozen or so glasses were lined up, made of solid glass, though they were inferior to those in the royal castle.

　Corona poured some of the water that Fouta had drawn into the glasses, tapping them lightly with a stick to adjust the sound.
　Futa couldn't quite tell what kind of sound it was, but it seemed different to her. After some tapping, she looked back at Futa with a big smile on her face, as if she was satisfied.

"I'm ready!
I'm ready!" "Then, please, sir.
Can you handle it?

　A moment of hesitation.
　He holds a metal rod in both hands, a muddler usually used for stirring sake, and lightly strikes it.

　The melody was familiar to Futa, from his own music box in his room.

The melody is familiar to Futa. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

　The sound of the music box fills the kitchen.

　Perhaps it's because he uses both hands well, but not only the melody line but also the bass line is beautifully fitted.
　He seemed to be enjoying the up-tempo rhythm and spun around in a circle as if he had enough time.

　Even when she was cooking, she was spinning the bowl with her fingertips, and her performance was still going strong in music.

　Occasionally, she threw the muddler lightly, spun it around, caught it, and tapped the glass, entertaining Futa with her eyes as well.

"Hey!

　She finished the song with a wave of her hands in the air.

"Like this!
"Oh, ......, great, great.

　Futa simply applauded.
　Her cheeks were red from embarrassment and her rising breath, but she smiled prettily, relaxed by the generous praise.

　She just took a moment to calm her breathing, tilted her head as if to ask a question, and then said, "But.

But," she said, "it's not exactly a music box, is it?


It's true, I suppose.

　In places, though.
　The fun maid music was sometimes played differently from the melody that was usually locked away in the music box.
　There were a few times when I tilted my head and thought, "Oh, that's different here.

　However, it was a beautiful sound, so it could not be called a failure.
　In the end, all I could say was that it was good, and she said to me.

It's not the same as a real job, is it? Maids, they do what they feel like at the time, so it's hard to ask them to do the same ...... thing.
I'm not sure what to make of this.

　If you're going to play the entrance music, you should play the same song.
　However, neither Corona nor Futa has the ability to transcribe her notes, and more importantly, Corona does not have the skill to read music.

I was just killing time when I was wandering here and there. I'm sorry.
"It's nothing to be sorry about. It's nothing to apologize for. I just thought it was awesome. ......

　I was surprised that there is such music, but there is nothing to be apologized for.

　Rather, I was just surprised by the versatility of this maid.

But... I wonder...
"Hmm?

　Corona swayed from side to side, "What is it?
　She puffed her cheeks in anguish as she tapped her glass, muttering something like, "What is it?

Futa-sama, the princess, and the noodles. "Futa-sama, Hime-sama, and Noodle are all playing spectacula, and I'm a little lonely.
"Spectacle.
I really wish there was something I could do as a maid.

　I'm sure you're right, Futa nodded.
　Lilac and Futa are on the side of sword fighting, and Pasta has also been assigned to play a role in the situation rather than behind the scenes.

　It is true that Corona, who is neither a warrior nor a manager, is left out of the discussion of sword fighting.

　What was surprising was that Corona herself was concerned about it, but she was living happily in the moment, even talking about wanting to go out together.

　And it's not that she's not capable.
　If she wanted to get involved in the arena, there was no reason for Futa to refuse.

　Of course, if she said she wanted to participate in a match, he would stop her even if he had to choke her. But the thought of hurting Corona in any way is enough to keep me from playing my own game.

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　If you can play music according to the score, it does not mean that you can be entrusted with the music of the arena.

　I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.

The maids can't make a half-decent meal either, you know. If you can't make it look like you can serve it to the customers in the arena.　I'm sure you'll be pleased to know that I'm not the only one.

　Futa couldn't help but smile as she puffed out her chest.
　As always, she is a girl without the slightest ill feeling.
　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

"Heck.
It's not tight.
I don't know. ...... But you know what, Mr. Fouta? If you want to make music for the princess, you should look for someone who can really make music.
"Someone who can really make music? There are none around.
If there's no one, then find someone who can!　It's not like I can't go out. I'll even bring the maid with me!
That's great. ...... So, can I ask you to do this occasionally from now on?　I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that.
I'm sure you'll be fine.　I've got a lot of places I want to visit, maid!
......, that's just for fun.
Don't worry about the details!

　She laughs, sticking out her tongue.

"And you know what, Futa-sama? You're going to take me wherever the maids want to go, aren't you?

　The look in her eyes was one of anticipation.
　Her eyes are expectant, just as they were when Futa asked Korona for music.

　I don't expect her to refuse. But there is a slight worry.
　Will she be annoyed? Doesn't she think it's too much trouble?
　It's because of this hidden intention that Futa smiles carefree.

"Yeah, I'll go anytime.
"Meido!

　Corona nodded, and raised her fist cheerfully.