MY FAIR BAD LADY
1
“Hey, Subaru, did you hear the news?” Emilia asked, her eyes glittering. “A wandering master chef is visiting tomorrow.”
Subaru dramatically cocked his head. “…A what, now?”
They were in the Roswaal Manor’s central garden. It was still quite early, before breakfast. Visiting Emilia as she conversed with her contracted spirits beneath the crisp morning sky had become part of Subaru’s daily ritual.
And during one of these visits, it was Emilia who suddenly announced some news. Her silvery hair glittered in the morning sun, and her big, round eyes shone like purple amethysts. Emilia’s beauty was usually pure and resolute, but when she was animated with this much excitement, she was charming in a completely different way.
Put simply, she was as beautiful as she was precious. An angel.
“Subaru—? Are you listening to me?”
“Yeah, of course. E M T—Emilia’s a Major Treasure. Right, so, uh, what were you saying?”
“I knew you weren’t listening! I said a wandering master chef is coming here! Isn’t that really exciting?”
Emilia could barely contain her excitement, and it showed as much in her bell-like voice as it did in her eyes. She was so adorable, Subaru wished they could settle down together so he could take care of her for the rest of his life. Of course, there was just one thing that he couldn’t help commenting on.
He scrunched his face and asked, “A wandering…master chef? Who gave them such a dumb title?”
“Hey, you shouldn’t talk about people like that. Though I don’t really know much about this chef, either,” Emilia said, pressing a hand to her chest. “Anyway, this chef is supposed to be really good. People say one bite and you’ll be obsessed. Two bites will steal your heart away. And after three bites, it’ll shackle your very soul!”
“Sounds more like a curse than cooking.”
Emilia’s appraisal sounded so poetic and unprecedented that Subaru couldn’t glean much from it. Ignoring the exaggerated hype, he at least gathered that a talented chef was coming to the manor to hold a special banquet.
Though Subaru thought it odd he was technically a servant of that very manor, and this was the first he was hearing of it.
“Well, knowing Rozchi, there’s a good chance he wants this to be a surprise. When did you find out about this, Emilia-tan?”
“Just now.”
“Aha. Sounds like I was right on the money.”
The master of the house, Roswaal L Mathers, was an enigma who dressed eccentrically and constantly wore clown makeup. His devilish whims were a source of endless chaos for everyone in the manor. Since outlandish announcements and proposals were a daily occurrence, Subaru was mostly unfazed by the latest one.
“Anyway, I hope this chef’s cooking tastes better than their name sounds.”
“Me too! I’m really looking forward to it! I’m not sure why, but Roswaal implied meeting this chef would be important for predicting my future.”
“He said that?”
Though Emilia was a frolicking ball of adorable excitement, something she said made Subaru’s ears perk up. He wasn’t quite sure why exactly. This remained a mystery even as he replied, “Well, whatever. Let’s do our radio calisthenics. Time to get our stretch on.”
“Sure. Let’s start by raising our arms up…and then reaching high into the sky for a good back stretch!”
Emilia kicked off the morning exercise routine that she had happily adopted from Subaru’s world. As Subaru enjoyed her cheerful, soothing voice, he focused on his own stretches.
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