Then I'll Marry Him

It was a day off.

It was supposed to be a day off.

Maison Montbell had closed for the day.

Bas was running One Bowl on his own, while Viro was handling Hot Man's Noodles himself, burning people's tongues.

The Imperial agent hadn't come by, nor had the delivery wagon sent by Count Rosenhart; it had passed through early that morning.

In other words, it really was a day when I could rest.

I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling.

It was strange.

When I couldn't hear any sound at all, I actually felt anxious.

Normally, I should have been hearing the clatter of pans from the kitchen, someone moving ingredient crates, Uncle Bernard issuing low-voiced instructions, or Marie chewing someone out in the hall and asking whether apologizing meant their life as a server was over...