Welcome home, master.

　Rifa leads the first customer to her seat.

　''Welcome home,'' she said, ''Master,'' and the female guest had a surprised look on her face.

　In the setting, this is the guest's mansion and the guest is the owner of this place.

　So it's not 'Welcome home', it's 'Welcome back'.

　This greeting, which is commonplace in a nobleman's mansion or in a maid cafe in the original world, is rare for ordinary people in this world.

　It's a bit of an aristocratic experience.


　Even the female customers, who were puzzled at first, naturally become more like their hostesses thanks to Rifa's perfect maid performance.

　When Rifa takes the order...

Could I have some of this cake and tea?

　And so on, and so on, in a slightly upper-class lady-like manner.

　In this space, the maid and the butler really acted like it, so the guests naturally tinted to be like that.

　The next guest came in.

''Welcome back. ''Master.''

　A girl with a ponytail, who seemed to be a student of this school, came in.

　Mai was next in line to serve the customers, but...

I'm sorry, I'm sorry but I'm going to need that guy to show me around.

　We have an appointment system here.
　Of course, there is a fee.

　The schoolgirl nominated me.

　What, me?

　I thought there were some curious people, but then Mai and I started to serve the customers.

I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that. This way, please.

　The butler was not distraught by the spur of the moment.
　He pretended to be calm and led the female students to their seats.

　By the way, when the butler calls a female guest, he uses the word 'young lady' in unison.


''What would you like to order?''

I'd like your recommendation.

　Oh, I see.

Would you like to try the morning tea set?　I recommend tea as a drink.

　I got the tea from the Countess of Silverlei.

　The tea is of the highest quality and has a wonderful fragrance.
　I offer it without regard to profit.

Then that will be fine.

　This guy doesn't seem to be very space-saturated.
　Well, some people are like that.

I'm awed.

　I made a note of my order and turned to leave my seat.

'Ah.'

Can I get you anything else?

　The schoolgirl made a sound as if she wanted to say something.

　But she looked down and said in a whisper, "It's nothing.

　Hmm, if you're a butler, you should at least be able to read your master's thoughts.


　My sister, Charles, has a skill called mind-reading that allows her to read the other person's thoughts.

　My brother Cain, with his super intuition, would be able to act in the best way to satisfy his opponent's demands.

　Leon, the other brother, has great insight and is able to understand what the other person wants to do or say with the slightest gesture.

　But I don't have that ability.

''I'll bring you some food. Please wait a moment.

　With that, I walked away from the table.
　I passed my order through the kitchen and waited for a moment.

　In the meantime, I tried to understand what the girls wanted.

　First, let's get a good look at her.

　Our eyes met - but they were quickly diverted.

　It seems that she has been watching my back as I headed to the kitchen.

　Now she's lying on her back, her cheeks are a little red.

　Hmmm, is that it?
　Is she doing me a favor?

　...No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

　Take a closer look!


　Speaking of which, there was something I wanted to try.

　I release a little bit of magical power and extend it thin.

　Then I connect that magic power to me and to the heads of the female students.

　If the magic power is too thick, the students of this school will know that they are being interfered with by magic or something, so the key is to make it as thin as possible.


　It's the frontal lobe that does the thinking and judging, was it?
　So, does that mean I'm going to watch the front of my brain?

　I can detect any minute movement within the space where I've spread my magic power.

　I'll apply it.

　While imagining the brain waves I saw on TV in the original world, I tried to see if I could demonize the brain waves of a schoolgirl.


　I was able to do it.

　I could see that the brain waves of the schoolgirls were active.

　Then I remembered the feeling of the voices in my head when I talked with the Spirit King during the telepathic communication with the sylphs.

　The voices of the sylphs' telepathic communication echo in my brain.

　I try to apply the brain waves of the schoolgirls to the part of my brain where the voices of the sylphs are echoed by telepathic communication, changing their brain waves into a waveform.


　Halfway through the original world knowledge.

　The experience of telepathic communication with the spirit kings.

　The fact that his occupation is that of a sage, so he had a correction that allowed him to manipulate fine magic power.

　And the images I got from experiencing Charles's sorrow.


　I'm not going to be able to get it right.


(That's because... they were... they were...)

　─ ─ !

　A voice resounded in my head as if I was speaking to myself.

　It's the voice of the schoolgirl I heard when I was taking the order earlier.


　

　But there's still a lot of noise and I haven't gotten to the point where I can properly read the thoughts.


　The food and drinks are just ready.

　I take them and head over to the girls.

I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Morning set and tea.

Oh, thank you.

　The schoolgirl looks at me for a second, but then she immediately looks down.

　Now!

　I once again connect the girls and my head with thin magic.

(Tea, I...like...no.)

　The voice in my head echoes more clearly than before.

　Oh, maybe you don't like tea?

'Miss, you didn't like your tea?'

'What?!'

　She looks at me with a shocked expression.

(How did you know that?)

　Yeah, I'm starting to get used to it.
　I can almost hear her voice.

'Your daughter's face didn't seem to be excellent, sir. If you'd like, I can replace it with another drink.

No, I said I'm fine with tea.

　I've been saying that.

(Actually, I want to drink orange juice. But it's too late to ask for it.)

Oh, yes, sir, I'm afraid so. Now, enjoy your time.

　With that, I leave the table for a moment.

　Then I got the orange juice out of the kitchen and went to her again.


'Miss, would you like some orange juice?　It's delicious too.

What?
(What?)

Since your daughter didn't get what she wanted, this is a service.

How did you know I wanted orange juice?

　The art of mind-reading. How can I say that?

　I remember a line from a comic book from the original world.


"Of course it is. "I am the Lady's steward.