Can Someone Please Explain What's Going On?! Volume 4

1. Auflage 2020
ISBN: 978-1-7183-1424-5
Verlag: J-Novel Heart
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: Adobe DRM (»Systemvoraussetzungen)

E-Book, Englisch, Band 4, 308 Seiten

Reihe: Can Someone Please Explain What's Going On?!

Viola's world is yet again a whirlwind of activity and confusion. A new maid comes to the manor to take over for Mimosa just before Cercis returns from war with Aurantia. He's no longer the selfish, obstinate manchild he was before, and it has Viola puzzled as to why. What's more, now that he's back, she has to attend another social event: this time, a repatriation ceremony! Cercis may have survived the war, but how will our heroine survive listening to the king's speech!? And then just when life seems like it might go back to normal, Cercis drops another bombshell on her: a honeymoon!
Be sure to stick around for the side story at the end featuring a certain someone!

Autoren/Hrsg.

Tsuredurebana

Weitere Mitwirkende

Hagiwara, Rin

Hirsh, Matthias

Leseproben

2 — Surprising Mr. Fisalis

With my transformation delayed, I headed to the dining room dressed in some of my regular clothes. Stellaria said we would be saving Mr. Fisalis’ surprise for later.

This was to be my first breakfast with Mr. Fisalis in a long time. In typical me fashion, I was nearly moved to tears at the thought of a Not Alone Breakfast!

When I walked into the dining room, actually a little excited for once, I saw that Mr. Fisalis was already there reading through some paperwork. He was stylishly dressed in his sleek white uniform slacks and gray shirt, leaning casually back in his chair with his legs crossed. It had been so long since I’d seen him sitting like that.

When he saw me enter the room, he tossed the papers he was holding onto the table and said, “Good morning, Viola,” with a positively invigorating smile.

My chest felt tight at the thought of finally eating with company, even as I weakly blinked under the brilliant strength of my husband’s radiance.

“Good morning,” I replied to him. “Did you sleep well last night?” I asked, taking my seat, which Rohtas had kindly pulled out for me.

Mr. Fisalis smiled again at my question.

“I sure did—finally back in my own bed. All my weariness just melted away. What comforts me the most, though, no matter where I go, is knowing that you’re looking after the manor while I’m away. Thank you for that.”

“Huh? ...N-No, it’s no problem at all!” I was so caught off guard by what he said, and with such a clear, fresh smile, too, that I did a double take.

It was really one shock after another that morning.

I was frozen on the spot, never having in a million years foreseen Mr. Fisalis uttering a word of thanks. My eyes must have looked like they were about to fall out of their sockets.

Mr. Fisalis stared curiously at my odd behavior.

“Viola? Aren’t you going to sit down and eat? You’ve still got quite a bit of getting ready to do after breakfast, don’t you? You’ll faint if you don’t eat enough. You eat like a bird as it is.”

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“Ah, er, I guess I do.” After a round of rapid blinking, I was finally able to move again.

At last, Mr. Fisalis called for breakfast to begin and our food was brought in.

Rohtas informed us of the day’s schedule as we scarfed down Cartham’s special deluxe breakfast; it tasted like it was made with even more passion than he’d ever put into it before.

“Today’s repatriation ceremony will be held in a banquet hall at the Royal Palace. There will be a banquet for the recognition of services afterward.”

“Got it.”

“Mmhmm,” Mr. Fisalis and I each confirmed as we chewed.

Rohtas continued on once he saw that we understood.

“Master will be seated at a table with the rest of the chivalric order, at a different table than Madam. Madam, please sit with the former Duke and Duchess Fisalis at the tables reserved for nobles.”

“Yes, please sit with Mother and Father during the ceremony, since I won’t be able to,” Mr. Fisalis added.

“Okay, I’ll be sure to sit there. Mother Fisalis will be there, and she’s very reassuring.”

I felt a bit better knowing she’d be there.

“The banquet afterward will also serve as a luncheon meeting. It will be similar to the rally the other month. However, attendance at the banquet is rather more limited, so it is unlikely that what happened last time will happen there,” Rohtas said matter-of-factly as he looked at me, then at Mr. Fisalis, who had gone back to perusing his documents.

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“Yeah. I’ll show those bastards the door myself,” Mr. Fisalis said with frightening indifference.

“Naturally, my lord. Pests must be exterminated,” Rohtas nodded with a grin.

“Of course!” replied Mr. Fisalis.

A bad feeling came over me and I suddenly turned around to see Dahlia and Stellaria wearing the same dark smiles.

“IIs there maybe a more peaceful solution...?” I asked, finally mustering the courage to speak up.

When breakfast was done, I headed back to my room to get ready.

“Wow! I never would have thought of those!” praised Mimosa when she saw Stellaria’s choice of gown and matching accessories for me.

“Mmhmm, it’s important to leave your comfort zone sometimes,” I explained as Stellaria dressed me like a china doll.

Mimosa had come to observe Stellaria’s skills, and she seemed quite impressed. Studious Mimosa and teacher-like Stellaria made for a particularly heartwarming image together.

“So you two know each other?” I asked Mimosa, looking over to where she was sitting on the sofa as Stellaria dressed me in my gown.

“Yes! Stellaria was one year above me in vocational school. There wasn’t a single person there who didn’t know who she was—not just because she was the daughter of the legendary Dahlia, but also because Stellaria herself was perfect in every way,” she told me, as she absentmindedly recalled her school days. Mimosa’s opinion of Stellaria had clearly developed into one of deep admiration.

Looking away from Mimosa, Stellaria said, “Mimosa was famous at school for being an outstanding junior. And now that we’re on the topic, you used to say back then that you wanted to work at the Fisalis manor, didn’t you?” She smiled gently as she laced my corset up tightly.

The cute golden ribbon on the corset was surprisingly robust, and in mere seconds my flat chest was pushed up and together. I couldn’t have been happier with the results.

The dress itself was navy blue with gold accents, and it was styled with an overdress made from lace of the same hue that elegantly and lightly fanned out around me. The fluffy white petticoat peeking out from under the whole ensemble gave it all a touch of romanticism.

Naturally, my outfit perfectly matched Mr. Fisalis’ uniform. While it didn’t exactly...