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Such delusional words to make someone a pervert.

“Oh, you don’t like my thighs, do you? I thought they were a part of me that I was confident in, along with my breasts. I’m sure you’ll be pleased to know that I’m not the only one who likes to wear black tights.

Lynn’s face blushed.

She touched the hem of her skirt with a panicked expression.

I can see Lin’s legs in black stockings under the skirt.

“I can see her black stockings under her skirt.

“Hot. It’s hot. I envy the youth of these young people.

“A little bit of affection in a public place, don’t you think?

“I was like that when I was young. Hahaha.

The monologue of an unusual passenger on the bullet train lingers in my ears.

The headache returns.

It’s a new pattern that’s bothering me.

That time.

“Shinosaki-chan. Men don’t like such drastic appeals. It’s not very modest, is it?”

Kasumi, a beautiful girl with long purple hair, steps forward to face Shinozaki Rin.

“‘Hmph, you’re a junior in that sense. I’d like to sit next to you, junior, if that’s okay?”

Why are you barging in here?

“Senior Hoshino. It’s against the law for a sophomore to interrupt.

“Ara-ara. Shinozaki-chan. Not so sure about your charm, are you?

“Lord. I want to run for the position next to you, too. Can’t I?”

I’m not sure what to make of this.

I’m not sure what to say.

A beautiful girl with white hair

Olivia closed her eyes tightly, clenched both fists and stretched her arms all the way downward as she shouted.

At her words, the women instantly became quiet.

The students of the training group and even the ears of the passengers in the vicinity are focused on her.

Chuck.

Olivia puts her hand on her chest.

“The seat next to him belongs to his personal maid of honor, Olivia Napoleon Bonaparte! I can’t allow any other cat or cat lady to do so unnecessarily! Do you mind?”

As soon as you say the words “personal maid,” you can always hear the shocked voices of the passengers.

How many of them are there?

Oh.

That’s enough.

Let’s not talk about it.

“No matter how much of a princess you are, you can’t monopolize. Next to the master is an ering charge.”

“No monopoly. Bonaparte. And I’m his future wife. Naturally, I’m above you as his personal maid.”

“My lord’s next door neighbor is mine.”

“Is it really so wrong for a senior to sit next to a junior to take care of him?”

The women immediately began to rebel.

How much longer are we going to fight this?

It’s about time I learned the hard way to watch this catastrophic battle.

The bullet train will be arriving at the platform shortly.

[Please stay inside the yellow line.]

The Kyoto-bound shinkansen arrived with the announcement.

I look over to see the women still fighting over who will sit next to me.

This is no good.

I’m going to miss the train.

I take a deep breath.

I step in between the women.

“My Lord?”

“Kim Deok-seong?”

“Junior?”

“Master.”

I hear all sorts of embarrassing names in my ear.

A beautiful, shameless platinum-haired girl grabs Olivia’s wrist.

“Dada dada dada,” you ——–.

Olivia’s face turns red as she is grabbed by the wrist.

She stammered.

Hey, now I’m embarrassed too.

“I’m embarrassed, too, because I’m riding with this girl, and everybody thinks so. At any rate, fighting childishly over something that’s no big deal.”

Oh, my limbs.

Still, I can’t help it.

Because if I didn’t talk, even like this, I’d be fighting here for a thousand years.

After all, I should put an end to this fight.

Moreover, since the two easy men said they would form a clique and sit together, in the end Olivia is the only choice I have.

Still, Olivia is the easiest, and she listens to me the best.

She’s the most heavenly of them all.

“I’m sure you’re only weak against knight princesses. I’m not sure if there’s any way to beat the first Knight Princess, after all. But I’m still willing to be your lover.”

“Master, that’s terrible. Eriline can do it just as well as the princess! I hate the master who only loves the princess. Eriline, sulk!

“Kuh… I… I’ve been defeated by Bonaparte again. ——

“My Lord. I’m fine. I’m fine. I don’t care.

As if they were waiting for me, they made comments that made my head spin.

I wanted to say something, but it was almost time for the train to leave, so I couldn’t do so.

I tug on Olivia’s wrist, who has suddenly become a good friend of mine, and board the bullet train.

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The only thing left to do was to go to Kyoto.

Someone who can be there for you.

The train departs with the students on board.

The carriage is rented out by a driving school, so there are only students in the car.

The scenery passes quickly by outside the window.

“Ugh…”

Olivia, sitting next to me, lets out a grunt.

Suddenly.

She puts her hand on my chest.

There’s something unsettling about that.

“I’m not sure what to say, but I’m not sure what to do. You know what? The ear, a troublesome person. Well, it can’t be helped, can it? That’s fine! I’ll take care of you until we get to Kyoto…!”

A blushing face

Olivia stammering in embarrassment

I’m lucky that I’m the only student on the train.

If there had been any other passengers, I might have been embarrassed.

“Tsk.”

“Crap…”

“My Lord…”

I could hear the sobs of Nishizawa, Rin, and Makoto in the same carriage.

I’m not sure what to do, but I’ll do my best.

“I’m not sure what to say. The only person who can stay by your side is me, Olivia Napoleon Bonaparte.

Olivia heard the sigh and smiled at the young lady.

I don’t know about you, but you seem to be in a good mood, so that’s a blessing.

It’s a good thing.

Olivia unfolds a simple stand set up on the seat of the bullet train for me.

Gachan!

She pulls an airtight container and a bottle of cider out of her bag.

But why cider?

Hiccups.

Olivia opens the lid of the airtight container.

It’s full of boiled eggs.

“I heard that in Korea, when you go on a train trip, you eat boiled eggs and cider. “I heard that in Korea, people eat boiled eggs and cider when they travel by train, and I, a noble French princess, made these eggs especially for you since the dawn of time! Let’s eat them gratefully!”

Olivia looks pleased with herself.

I sigh.

What is it about the 80s now?

It’s like eating boiled eggs and cider when you go on a train trip.

Like the rabbit-shaped apple before, who in the world would inject Olivia with such a distorted version of Korean cultural norms?

Is Bella the culprit after all?

In the original story, Bella’s misguided advice to Olivia about Japanese culture continues to appear.

I should have noticed that the leaves of the rice cake were yellow from the time the master became the master…”.

Thump, thump.

Olivia carefully peeled the eggshell with her white hands.

A white egg is revealed.

Now, please eat! Open your mouth, please!”

Olivia squirts out her hand.

Olivia nuzzles her hand. When she says “ahhh”, the eyes of the people around her are immediately focused.

Embarrassingly so.

He clicks his tongue and eats in response to her egg.

. “Would you like some? This Olivia Napoleon Bonaparte hand-boiled egg tastes so good!”

Chuck.

Olivia pointed at me with her finger.

Munching

Bite into the egg.

The taste of an ordinary egg, not particularly tasty.

It’s all about the eggs.

I turn my head.

Olivia’s eyes shine as she looks at me, flushed and pretending not to be.

“‘It’s delicious.’

I tell her it’s just delicious.

It doesn’t even cost any money.

Olivia’s cheeks quiver as she hears the answer.

Her face flushes.

Olivia lets out a young lady’s laugh.

“Hmmm. Isn’t that right? After all, I can’t possibly have a bad boiled egg! I’m your first-class personal maid!

It’s all good, but can we stop talking about first place now?

“Your Highness… Amazing… She’s a formidable opponent. Even Eriline is confident that she can handle her master’s first place slave.

“You’re even looking into Korean culture… Is that really the reason? The reason why I lost to Bonaparte…”

“—— I want to eat eggs with my lord.”

I’m not sure what to make of this.

I’m not sure what the hell is wrong with that girl, Lynn?

“We should also drink cider because we’re choking! At any rate, being sloppy is stupid. Stupid.”

Jiyu

Olivia takes the cider and puts it in front of me.

I drink the cider.

The cold sweetness quenches my thirst.

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Not as good as Coke, but carbonation is always right.

“That’s Olivia, by the way.”

“Here you go. Phew. Just for now, I’ll be in a good mood and answer any questions you have specially for me! You should be grateful!

Olivia gives a pleasant snort.

Thump.

She speaks while peeling eggshells.

“I eat cider and boiled eggs when I ride the train. It was popular in Korea in the 80’s.”

“Huh?

Olivia is surprised to hear me speak and lets out a strange exclamation.

Her face flushes.

“I don’t eat that stuff these days.”

She peels the egg and puts it in her mouth.

“Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh.”

Olivia emits a weak sound.

She bites her lip.

“‘Why do you dare to say that now? Idiot! Idiot! Sea cucumber! Sea squirt! Sea anemone! Because you’re like the worst kind of man with the worst kind of manners who knows nothing about moods!”

Olivia exclaims with a red face.

I knew this would happen.

I’m used to this reaction.

Without saying a word, she rummages through her bag and pulls out one of her lunches.

Olivia’s gaze trembles as she looks at the bento box on the table.

It’s an ekiben, an ekiben from Tokyo Station.

It is said to consist of a collection of famous and delicious restaurant dishes from Tokyo, including grilled salmon, beef stewed with bamboo shoots, and egg rolls, but I don’t know why the lotus root stew is there.

“I don’t know why they have lotus root stew, so I’ll just eat it with you.

Train travel in Japan is all about ekiben, ekiben.

Every time I saw them in manga, I wanted to try them at least once.

I’ve always wanted to try them.

“Go and join us…?”

Olivia’s neck turned red.

Her hands were shaking.

“Mmm…”

A strange, odd sound comes from Olivia’s mouth.

“No? If you don’t want to.

“No, no, no, no, no, you don’t like gnu? !”

Olivia shakes her head violently .

I hand her the extra plastic fork I brought just in case.

Olivia lifts the fork and says as she peels off the wrapping.

Olivia lifts up the fork and says as she peels off the wrapping, “Well, you’re not going to let me eat it in a hurry, are you? Oh, you don’t have any—?”

What?

When I turned my head, Olivia shook her head in panic.

Oh, no, please forget what I just said. What the hell am I talking about? Well, it’s not like I have a personal agenda! Well, it’s just that we got the story wrong! That’s what I’m talking about, you know!”

Olivia’s blue eyes quivered.

Whoever it is, you want them to eat you.

You’re a child, aren’t you? I am.

She takes a pair of chopsticks, picks up an omelet, and thrusts it in front of Olivia’s mouth.

“Come on, eat it or I will.”

“Hmm, I definitely don’t like this ticklish behavior! I can’t help it, I can’t waste food! That’s good! I’ll take it. You should be honored. Do you understand?”

Olivia is eating an omelet, her face red and her eyes full of tears.

“The way she looks…. I can’t stand Bonaparte’s arrogance anymore.”

“Don’t put up with it. Milk cow. For once, Eriline will also support the dairy cow.

“Nishizawa-san. Shinozaki-chan, don’t make a fuss on the train. The senior student council president is watching!

Seeing this, the three women became noisy again.

At that time.

“Those juniors over there. I believe I told you not to make a scene on the train before it left.”

I heard Aris’ voice.

“‘Well, I’m sorry. Senior Chairman.

“Huh, can you just let me off the hook for once?

“Um, I stopped you, didn’t I?”

“It’s a question and answer dance.”

The three women are finally escorted out of the carriage by Aris.

The carriage is silent.

“Huh.”

A smile drifts across Olivia’s mouth.

Olivia eats a piece of lotus root stew with her chopsticks and rice while watching Olivia eat it with a fork.

“It’s not very good, is it?

I was curious about the taste, since it was a common side dish in Japanese home cooking, but it wasn’t very good.

Perhaps it was because the ekiben was for one person, but when two people ate it together, it disappeared in a flash.

After we finished eating, I sorted through the lunch box and forgot all about the boiled eggs Olivia had made.

“The eggs are pretty good too.”

It’s okay, I’ll have them for dessert after I’ve eaten all the rice.

“Hmph, duh, I’m never, ever, ever happy when people praise me as a matter of course!”

Olivia’s cheeks flushed pink and her lips twitched.

After putting away all the eggs, I’m ready to sleep.

Maybe it’s because I didn’t sleep last night.

I’m tired.

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