6
Ram woke that morning in a foul mood.
Naturally, she didn’t show it—she wasn’t some babe in the woods. She maintained her usual composure, and on the surface, she was perfectly put together—though on the inside, she was anything but.
“Barusu—what a disgrace.”
The moment she let her mask slip, she immediately started griping about her foolish coworker and his slack-jawed grin.
Ordinarily, as a servant, Subaru Natsuki was supposed to take care of all the chores of the mansion just like Ram and Rem—and as they would be receiving a special guest that day, he needed to clean with the fury of a raging lion.
And yet, on such an important day, he had the audacity to become ill and had holed himself up in his room since the morning.
“Sister, I’m sure that Subaru was exhausted from all those days of work he’s not used to doing,” Rem said. “I will do everything in my power to make up for his absence, so please, let him rest.”
As Ram’s other half, Rem alone noticed Ram’s irritation and swooped in to defend Subaru. But this only further worsened Ram’s already poor impression of Subaru. His pathetic nature increased the burden on her sweet little sister because she doted on him. In Ram’s mind, Subaru’s value had hit rock bottom.
“Barusu does not deserve to live another day.”
Ram vowed silently that the next time he shamelessly showed his face, she would show him no mercy. Her heart burned with anger as she got back to work—they had to prepare to receive their guest.
Roswaal, the master of the house, soon returned with the sleazy womanizer who was, nevertheless, the legendary chef Dias Lepunzo Elemanso Oplane Fatsbalm VI.
“A real treat to be invited.”
“…”
When the man boldly made his entrance through the front door of the manor, Ram’s face stiffened. He had a bulging stomach, a greasy face, and hair salted with gray. He was as wide as he was tall and stood proudly with a vulgar grin on his face. He had a servant (whose face was hidden deep beneath a kerchief) carrying his things beside him. The legendary chef certainly gave off the air of a big shot as Roswaal stood beside him and smiled in a warm show of hospitality.
“Apooologies for our late arrival. Our rendezvous was delayed just a tad. However, this fellow is more agreeable than his reputation suggests. Be on your absolute beeest behavior, please.”
This was a direct order from the master of the house. Ram and Rem curtsied deeply at the waist.
““Welcome to our humble home,”” they said in unison.
The chef let out a corpulent moan, his belly, chest, and cheeks flapping as he said, “Oooh, how utterly ravishing. Their beauty and charm is made all the more indulgent by the fact that they’re twins. Good gravy, Marquis, you do have incredible taste. Geh! Heh! Heh!”
“Why, thaaank you. Your praise humbles me.”
Roswaal gave the excited chef a generic polite reply. As Ram listened to the exchange, she took out her frustration by mentally grabbing the man’s fat cheeks, kicking him in the gut, and bouncing him all over the hall like a football.
That’ll teach him to ogle Rem.
Just when they all thought they would have to humor more obscene comments, the chef’s servant poked his back and muttered something to him that reminded him of the main event.
“Oh my, listen to me ramble on. Sorry to cut pleasantries short, but can you show me to the kitchen? I would like to get down to business.” The chef’s expression snapped to attention as he asked for directions.
“Right this way, Chef. My name is Rem, and I shall be your guide today.”
Rem stepped forward to escort the pair to the kitchen. Ram noticed the chef leer at Rem’s butt as she walked in front of them, but when his servant bowed apologetically on his behalf, Ram managed to suppress her rage with her imaginary game of human football.
“Did that offend you, I wooonder?” Roswaal asked her.
“No, Master…don’t be silly. I would never harbor malice toward any esteemed guest you bring home.”
“Now tell me how you really feel,” Roswaal requested.
“For ogling my sweet Rem, I wish to crush his eyeballs in my bare hands.”
Between the chef’s lecherous gaze and his nauseating manner of speech, Ram’s entire body was covered in goose bumps. She had to admit, even Subaru was more preferable; she’d pick his buffoonery over the chef’s perversion any day of the week. And she gave him credit for not ogling her sister too often.
“Rem probably doesn’t mind it, and Emilia and Beatrice won’t even notice. So I’m the only one who will need to keep my rage in check.”
“Sorry to put you through this,” Roswaal apologized. “By the way, I don’t see Subaru. Has something happened to him?”
“I’m terribly sorry, Master, but Barusu fell ill this morning, and he is resting in his room. Ordinarily, I would have pawned it all off— I would have entrusted all the hospitality duties to him.”
“Oh my, what a pity. And I was sure tonight’s dinner would have been a special experience—life-changing, even.”
When she heard the genuine disappointment in Roswaal’s voice, Ram lowered her gaze.
“Shall I tell Subaru to make an appearance tonight?”
“No, let’s not trouble him. If he can make it, we will welcome him no maaatter what state he may be in. Now then, we don’t have time to dwell on Subaru’s health.”
As he gently tapped her shoulder, Ram felt the warmth in his hand and began to blush. Roswaal smiled and playfully winked, gazing at her with just his other golden eye as he said, “I hope you enjoy yourself tonight. It will uuundoubtedly be a dinner to remember.”
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