Let's Eat, Violetta

The next day.

The main building hallway was packed just after the first-year required course, <Introduction to Imperial Law>, had ended.

The freshmen, hungry after a dull class that had made them use their brains, crowded toward the student cafeteria to get lunch.

Among them.

“Wait... Just a moment, Your Highness. Mrs. Wintersword! Please stop pushing me!”

Violetta’s proud back was being repeatedly shoved forward by Kara’s two hands.

Up front, excited Elisia had a firm hold on her and was dragging her along by force, against the flow of the crowd.

Yesterday, during practical swordsmanship class, Violetta had been caught off guard by Kara’s food-based persuasion and had agreed to have lunch with the barbarian couple.

But now that lunchtime had arrived, Violetta’s reason—honed by a lifetime of strict dietary control and the East’s exacting etiquette—was beginning to put up fierce resistance once more.

“Madam! Your Highness! Th-this is not logically sound!”...