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When Schwarz-sama headed out of the dining room with a bored look on his face and nodded, I noticed and called out to him, “I won’t be sitting at the same table as you two today.
I’ll focus on serving you both, so please be aware of that.”

“What?” he said in a sharp tone.
He turned around, and I flinched.
It’s been a while since I’ve been scared.

“Why won’t you be eating with us?”

Schwarz-sama, who stooped down and brought his scarred face close to me, exuded a strong sense of intimidation, but I didn’t flinch.

“I am a servant.
It is the duty of a servant to entertain the master’s guests.
Therefore, I cannot sit down.”


“I am paid as a servant.
Please let me do my job, Schwarz-sama.”

He twists his lips unhappily as he looks directly at me and says, “I understand.”

Although I’m not completely satisfied, he yields.

As Schwarz-sama leaves the dining room, I let out a sigh of relief.

…Servants are not supposed to show themselves eating in front of their masters.

If the guests were to see me eating boldly at the same table, it would reflect poorly on Schwarz-sama’s reputation.
I must firmly separate my public and private life.

As I arrange the cutlery, the general who had just left the room pokes his head back in through the door and says, “Hey.”


“Take Thomas’ portion from my share.
Make sure to secure your portion.”

With that, he withdraws his head.

“… Isn’t my master overly protective of me, a mere servant?”

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