Vol. 12 Ch. 9: The Soaring Power of Adolescent Imagination

The room Albert had led them to was the finest private room in the middle school's tearoom.

Beautiful flowers were arranged on the tea table, and delicious-looking pastries were lined up on lovely white plates adorned with gold patterns. The one that stood out most was a pie piled high with cream.

When pie was mentioned, the first thing that came to mind was a thin crust spread with jam or topped with fruit, but a pie topped with cream was something one rarely ever got to see.

Butter and white sugar were fairly luxurious items themselves, but fresh cream was an even greater luxury, a high-class delicacy commoners almost never got to enjoy.

"Come now, have a seat."

Prompted by Albert, Monica and Glen each took a seat.

At that moment, Monica was desperately trying to keep her face from twitching as her stomach twisted painfully.

(I-I wonder if Prince Albert has realized I'm the Silent Witch?! He hasn't, right? He hasn't, righttt?!)

Albert congratulated himself on his cleverness at having guided the two of them this far as he thought:

(For now, everything has gone according to plan! Now it's time to test my negotiation skills... I'll definitely win over these two, Brother Felix's favorites!)...