Well, I'll take it.
'Because I think I'll have some feel for it at night.
Thank you. You got it.

　Elsa and Ena took over the Margaret's brand of soda water.

　I've already had them carry it to the store, along with a large amount of unmarked soda water, and they're going to be selling a lot of things in the future.

　Whether or not this will sell - that will change the future course of action.
　Nevertheless, we've achieved one result, we just have to wait and see what happens.

"Thank you, Margaret.
How can I help you?
Oh, my God. Thank you so much.

　When she thanked him again, Margaret smiled as if a flower had bloomed.
　A dainty smile, of a dainty princess.

　That's why it's ...... so popular.

　I'm sure you've missed that Margaret, and Vanadium is right beside her, smiling.

　When you think about how Vanadium got to this point, it's better to have as many people as possible who miss her and stay with her for as long as possible.

'I'll serve you some tea upstairs. Emily will be back soon, let me feast on it.
Yes, sir.

　Margaret nods with a smile and follows me as I walk away.
　With her and Vanadium in tow, I return to the basement floor - the familiar mansion I'm used to living in.

　As it is, I walk through her and head to the kitchen.

　I find the utensils, a teacup, and some tea leaves and brew a cup of tea.

'Maddening. ......'

　I smiled.

　The stuff I use is in the kitchen, so there's no doubt it's what I'm always drinking.
　But the moment you put it in, you can tell.
　It's not what you're drinking.

　The food Emily cooked for me, the tea she made for me.
　The food Emily made for me, the tea she made for me, it's always something that makes me happy just to take a sip of it, or just to see it in front of me and smell it.

　Compared to that, the muddy water I've just made is a good place to start.

'No, no, yeah, well. It's just normal.

　Emily was so amazing that I felt like mine was muddy water, but when I settled down and tasted it, it was otherwise normal.

　It's not that I'm a good cook, or even a bad one.
　It's not like I make eccentric mistakes, like tea, or that I can create other dimensional substances.

　Not really, it's just normal.

　It's just that Emily is too amazing.

He gets all freaked out when I tell him that.

　I chuckled with a chuckle, put my teacup on the tray, and headed back to the salon.

　Inside the salon, Margaret and Vanadium faced each other with a smirk.

'You look like you're having fun. 'What were you talking about?'
No, nothing.
Nothing?
'Yes. We were just smiling at each other.
...... (smiling)

　I see.
　Maybe that was rather nice.

　With me, they usually want to talk about things, but with Vanadium, it might be nice to just hang out with him.

　I serve the tea I've made to Margaret and we chat.

'Are they still making air boxes and stuff these days?'
Yes. At Nifongnium's.
Can you sell those?
'Maybe. They always tell me it's not enough.
I think it's at a premium.

　Then I'm sure soda water would work too.
　It would be a bit of a problem if her fans bought all of it for collecting purposes.

　Well, I'm sure it'll be okay.

　It's hard to imagine, but I'm sure there are people who not only want to see it, but also want to eat it.
　It would be great if it spread from those people.

Thank you again, and thank you. 'Thank you again, and sorry about that, but it's kind of like borrowing a name that Margaret has been piling up.
'No, sir. I'm glad to be of service to you, Lady Lyota. Just.
"Just?
I wondered why Master Lyota didn't do it.
Me?
Yes, I'm sure Master Lyota will be a better seller.
"Ha-ha, thank you.

　As expected, I'm not so much a child as I am a child to get up in arms about it.
　Especially since Margaret seems to have some sort of fondness for me, she must be patronizing me.

　However.

'Thanks, it's nice to hear you say that.

　I said that, and Margaret was about to say something more, when she opened her mouth, and then.

'Lyotha, Mr. Lyotha,'

　I turned around with a puff and saw Elsa at the entrance to the salon, hands on her knees, out of breath.

'Ta-oh my God!'
What's going on?　Elsa.
Not enough.
What?
We've run out of soda!
'Oh ...... that's great Margaret. You've come off in this little while.
It's not.
What?
'Miss Margaret's is a blink-and-you're not, either.

　Elsa swallowed her spit and came straight at me.

'When I found out that Lyota-san had found a new product, it all sold out in an instant.
...... Huh?

That's .......
I told you, sir.

　Margaret had a bit of a scowl on her face.