I feel like I've received some kind of tremendous blessing, but there was no particular change in my body and before I knew it, the tea had resumed.

''Well, it's not like I'm going to improve my physical abilities or anything.

　Shiro-san, who had returned to a blank expression again, was also taking a seat across from me.
　As I recall, Lilia-san said that a blessing is like a kind of defensive magic. But if I asked what kind of blessing is it here, White-san would probably say, "Well? And I'm sure he'll answer...

Will this stop you from getting endemic or something?
Yes, sir.

　

"...White-san.
What is this?
'I keep eating quietly, but it's not good, is it?　That baby sponge cake
Yes, it tastes so bad it's one of the worst things that could happen to you.
'You could put up something else.　For example, something that White-san would find delicious...
Okay.
Oh, just don't offer me a cup of tea for my tea.
....!

　What can I say, I've realized that humans are creatures that adapt.
　Rather, after the incident with the earlier blessing, I've started to have a little more mental space on my side to find out what to say.
　Unlike the last time I saw him, he was looking at me properly, and I knew that he had feelings, so the heaviness that I felt just by talking to him was gone.

　After that, you have to look really closely to understand it, but.........................you can even see a slight change in his facial expression.
　The corner of your mouth is now slightly up and down by a few millimeters, and the fact that you just blinked twice briefly is probably a sign of surprise because you were caught off guard.

That's right.

　The lack of inflection in his voice is still a problem, but I've gotten used to it and it doesn't bother me as much as it used to, as I've come to realize it's part of White's personality.
　While affirming my opinion, Mr. White makes a new cookie appear on the table.
　At first glance they look like ordinary cookies, but they are also spectacularly delicious. It's so good that just because it looks like a cookie, it's something else, something sublime.

Speaking of which, are White and Kuro close?　He said he'd been asked to do it.
Yes, we drink tea together a lot.
There's something I can imagine Black talking a lot.
Before I say a word, Black will say three words.
"Ha-ha.

　Hmmm. The combination of Kuro and Shiro-san........a strange duo in terms of physique and personality, but the two are a combination of two very different characters......Kuro, who leads the conversation and doesn't care about the details, and Shiro, who doesn't lead the conversation but responds to it and is a natural for better or worse. Maybe the three of them are a good match for each other.
　At least White seemed to think well of Black, and the corners of his mouth were still properly raised a few millimeters now.

　Yeah. Somehow, I'm starting to understand how White's emotions are changing, and I'm starting to get the hang of the conversation.
　For better or worse, White-san takes my words as I say them and responds in a straightforward and honest way - it's a tremendously difficult change to understand, but his expression also changes.
　When this happens, conversations with White become enjoyable, and before we know it, we lose track of time and start chatting naturally.























'I see your companion's blessing is over.
'Huh?　Is it that time already?
Yes, sir. It is now 93 minutes since you arrived here.
That was quick.

　When I hear White's sudden announcement, it seems more than an hour and a half has passed before I knew it.
　At the same time, a door appears next to Shiro-san. Maybe that means I can get back to my room by going through it.
　The conversation with Mr. White was fun, and I'm very sad to say, but I decide to leave the seat.

''Well you are a strange person, aren't you? No one would normally describe a conversation with me as enjoyable.
Really?

　I nod my head at White's words, which he tells me with a slight lift of the corner of his mouth.
　It's true that at first I felt like I couldn't carry on a conversation, but as we talked, I didn't have that feeling anymore.

"You might say that your adaptability is your gift.
Ha-ha, maybe I'm just a bit of a softie.
Maybe.
'You're not going to deny it, after all!

　Well, White is this kind of person. That's why it's so different from talking to Black, but....

May I invite you back for tea, if you like?
Yes, by all means. It might be a good idea to bring Black along next time.
That sounds like fun.
'Oh, but it's bad for your heart, so it's a sudden transition?　Please don't do anything like that.
Well I'll think about it.
If you could, I'd like you to make a snap decision on that.
I'll think about it.
I'm not talking about the 'pause' until the answer!

　Well, in that case, Black will probably be in control of the conversation, but that sounds like fun.
　I thought a tea party would be aristocratic, elegant and stylish, and that it wouldn't be suitable for me, but when I tried it, I found that chatting while savoring a good cup of tea was fun, and the feeling of having a conversation with a group of people in a coffee shop was a lot of fun. I think I understand a little bit about the

　As I was thinking about this, White-san turns his palm toward me and makes something that resembles a small bottle appear on it.

''Go ahead.''
Are you sure?
Yes, sir.

　When I took the bottle offered to me, there were dried tea leaves inside.....　This is honestly a pleasure.

Thank you.
No, it's been a pleasure.

　The corners of his mouth lifted slightly as he said this, and he waved his finger slightly as he announced in his still inchoate voice. With that movement alone, my clothes return to what they were before I changed into my vestments.
　I thanked Shiro-san once more and opened the door.

　Dear Mom and Dad - I was somewhat confused, but Shiro-san was - he was an interesting man.

























　After the pleasant man walked through the door and looked away until the door disappeared, Sharovanal stood comfortably in the hanging garden.

'So that's why you like him. It's true that he was just like you in some way, Black. Not in terms of personality, but in the glimmer of his soul....

　He murmurs to no one and raises the corners of his mouth slightly.

''Sometimes it's fun to look at one life against another, isn't it?

　The wind blows with muttered words, and the flowers in the hanging garden sway as they dance. The cloudless sky is crystal clear, and the vast land ticks away at a leisurely pace.
　It's as if her heart is reflected in the sky - it's as if she's enjoying herself.