There is an elegant floral fragrance floating in the air. Judging from the smell, it must be some kind of essential oil or something. Because ordinary floral fragrance is far from this concentration.
Freshly baked biscuits, browned in color and drizzled with translucent syrup, elegantly presented on a plate, various forms of snacks held in delicate saucers like English afternoon tea, surrounded by a huge white three-layer cake
, the table is full.
"good!"
With a snapping sound when her hands were put together, the girl with a beautiful face showed a sweet smile.
"Then, the first Chaldean Servant Women's Association is about to begin!"
The speaker has a strong aristocratic air, and just by looking at it, people feel like "Ah, this person is an aristocratic girl!"
A born lady.
She was wearing a red dress and a huge fluttering hat on her head that was reminiscent of a red cake. Her long silver-white hair was combed into two ponytails and peeked out from the hat. Matching her appearance, this fluttering dress
The style just reflects the beauty that people yearn for.
Since it is a women's association, of course all the people who come are women.
Miss Boudica was in charge of the snacks. She had a strong motherly nature. Seeing so many girls gathered together, she felt a sense of mission like a sister, and she mustered up her energy to make a whole table of snacks for them.
Nutrition? Tooth decay? Leave it all alone! Servants won’t suffer from such boring diseases anyway!
By the way, the three-layer cake that looks particularly luxurious in the middle of the table was not made by Boudica. It was made by Tamamo Cat, who had already started throwing cookies into his mouth.
Although she was wearing the cat claw gloves, which were more fun than practical, Maomao used her skillful cooking skills to overcome the obstacles of the meat ball gloves and made a large cake with extremely exquisite latte art.
"Hey? This is my first time participating in something like this... I thought it was going to be a fight to see who is the strongest woman in Chaldea..."
Mordred held her chin with one hand with an unhappy look on her face. This was her first reaction when she first heard about the Girls' Club or the Servants Girls' Club.
The purpose is to defeat other female servants and compete to find the strongest... You see, it's like a martial arts meet, a sports meet, etc. This should be the one who is involved in the meet, right?
It seems that the common sense given by the Holy Grail may sometimes be flawed.
"How is it possible..."
Matthew smiled awkwardly, diluting the smell of gunpowder in her words when she complained.
"Huhuhu, but let's compete to see who is the strongest... In a sense, this is correct."
When Qing Ji opened her fan, the black folding fan covered most of her face, making her skin even fairer. She showed a dangerous smile, narrowed her eyes, and raised her eyebrows.
"This is to compete to see who is the most feminine person... It can be said that it is a war without smoke."
Qingji's words shocked Mashu and asked: "Really?"
"Well, I don't think it's that serious, right? Well, it's nice to have everyone together! I've always wanted to do it! Right, Dion!"
The host, Queen Mary, had a sweet smile and looked at the waiter beside her. Dion, who was wearing a gorgeous dress, nodded calmly.
"Well, I don't quite understand this! Can I eat it? Can I eat it? I want to eat it! If I don't eat it, Miss Cat will eat it all?"
Astolfo shook his braid and started to pick up the snacks on the plate without caring about others' responses...
By the way, are there some strange people mixed into the women's club?
Miss Jeanne frowned and stared at Astolfo's face, as if she couldn't let it go. She looked up and down... Finally, the overly serious saint sighed and decided to vomit this obvious complaint.
"Well, Astolfo, you...are not a girl, are you?"
"It's okay, it's okay! I think as long as you're a girl at heart, it'll be okay! Well, it's okay, it's okay!"
Astolfo didn't care at all. He gave her a thumbs up and grinned, and he could still see the tiger's teeth. Seeing how happy she looked, Jeanne felt that she was too incomprehensible...
Indeed, many people have said that Joan of Arc was too serious, so serious that she did not understand the style...
"Actually, it doesn't matter, right? Just get together and have fun."
Boudica also came over to smooth things over. At the same time, she shrugged with some regret: "It would be great if Miss Niijima came too."
"She's definitely not the kind of person who would come to a place like this!"
Mordred's mouth was filled with cake, but the sweet cream did not cover her tone at all, and her tone still showed sharp unkindness.
"So, what is the Women's Association going to do? Isn't it just..."
As he spoke, Mordred picked up a cookie covered in sugar, threw a parabola, and landed it firmly in his mouth. While chewing, he finished the sentence: "...it's not just about eating and drinking, right?"
"Well, of course, that's the topic of the girls' club!"
When someone asked about the topic, Queen Mary's eyes lit up: "The topic of love! This is what girls have to talk about!"
"puff……"
Mordred couldn't hold back, and the fine biscuit crumbs chewed in his mouth sprayed all over the floor. Dion frowned and said unhappily: "Be careful, how dirty it is. This is in front of the queen!"
"Well, it doesn't matter Dion! I am just a servant here now, not a queen."
Queen Mary's attempt to smooth things over was not appreciated at all by Mordred, who looked at Queen Mary with an expression of "Are you an idiot" on her face.
"What's the point of talking about that kind of thing!"
"Yes, yes, yes! There is nothing to talk about at all! Ah, it has nothing to do with whether you are popular or not. Being a servant, having a romantic relationship, etc. doesn't matter!"
The one who started to panic was actually Saint Martha!
This is also the reason why Joan of Arc is here - she only came here because she heard that Martha was also here.
She who had been listening silently suddenly became panicked...
This cover-up appearance made Joan of Arc stunned...
(Isn’t it possible, Madam Martha...)
Her astonished expression was unmistakable.
"Wow hahaha, no matter what it is, it's fine! It's fine!"
The one who suddenly said this was Miss Ushiwakamaru who was wearing very cool clothes.
For some reason, her face turned red and she slammed the cup in her hand on the table. She looked like she was drunk too much...
Wait? No drinks were specially arranged this time? The drinks are only black tea and honey water? This is why Miss Jing Ke didn’t come. This heroic Chinese assassin said that there is no dinner without wine, and he didn’t lose the face of this woman.
.
What, can you get drunk by drinking honey water?
In Jeanne's stunned eyes, Ushiwakamaru stood up crookedly, slammed his hands on the table, and shouted: "My brother!! He is the best!!"
"Oh! A sudden confession of love!! Ah~~~"
Queen Mary let out an excited scream and finally opened the door to the women's club.