269 - - a tea party in the name of a policy meeting

It's already hot up there.

"Welcome, Kiki."

Here you go. This is what I promised you.

"Oh, you went to the trouble of ordering it. Thank you very much. I'll serve it cold right away.

"You're as thoughtful as ever, my dear."

Kikiriri nodded to the landlord, who accepted the tea leaves as a gift with a smile on his face.

"Hmm."

Nenemimi, who was standing behind her sister, then handed a basket with a sweet and sour smell to Yuril in a brisk manner.

It's a pastry from Labyrinth Hall. They go well with the tea.

"This must have been hard work. Thank you very much, Nene.

Maze-do is a specialty store in the inner city that specializes in fresh confections, and is so famous that there is always a long line of customers waiting in line.

In particular, their pastries, which are made of thin layers of pastry dough kneaded with apricot jam and other ingredients and baked to a crisp, are so popular that they often sell out by mid-morning.

"I'll have this one."

The last person to greet us was Mordamo, a man from the Sourin tribe.

He offered a small, stylish package and gave a short explanation.

It is hair oil for ladies made from seaweed. Please use it with everyone.

"Thank you very much for your kindness."

After inviting them in, Yuril went to the kitchen to prepare tea.

The Kikiriri and the others entered the living room without a care in the world.

"They're here!"

Thor, who was sitting on the sofa, frowned slightly when a woman from the Purple-Eyed Tribe approached him.

There was a black cat sprawled comfortably on her lap, the tip of its tail wagging.

Unlike the friendly Shimmer, it was very unusual for the cautious Kuro to approach Thor by himself.

Kikiriri glanced at the man who was trying hard to look at him, and quickly reached out his hand.

In an instant, he had the cat in his arms and was sitting down next to Thor, leaning back slack-jawed against the backrest.

He then boldly placed one of his lifted calves on Thor's lap instead of the cat.

Today Kikiriri wears a tight-fitting black skirt above the knee and a light purple blouse.

The lace-knit sheerness of the garment allows some of her skin to show through, and while it suits her, it is also quite sensational.

The younger sister, on the contrary, wears a black blouse and a light purple skirt.

Both of them have fair skin due to the fact that they live in a labyrinth without sunlight all year round, and the black clothes suit them well.

"Hey, give it back!"

"Well, I wonder which one she prefers."

The black cat was patted on the head softly and instantly curled up, purring in its throat.

Kikiriri, holding the cat in her arms, says triumphantly to Thor, whose face turns sour at being forced to watch the change of heart.

I'll leave you my paw instead. You should be very grateful."

"You're just in my way. Get out of my way."

Apparently, it's not going to be glamorous.

Sola, who had been watching the exchange as she folded the laundry, looked pleased and her face broke into a smile.

Nenemimi, who had been greeting her striped cat by rubbing noses with her, asks her shyly how she is doing.

"He's your man, isn't he? Aren't you mad at me?"

"Well, Kiki-san is one of the few comrades who understands Thor-chan's charms. I'll forgive you a little."

"Is that how it's supposed to be? I don't know.

Nenemimi shrugged her shoulders in annoyance at the girl's generous words.

She admires Thor's skills as an adventurer, but she is not so intrigued by the fact that he looks like a tired middle-aged man, which is her honest impression, unlike her twin sister.

While I was thinking about this, Sora, who has finished sorting the laundry quickly, suddenly gets up and runs out.

She hugged Thor from behind and buried her face in his shoulder and breathed in.

"After all, I'm with you, that I am!　Ah, how calming, Thor-chan's smell."

"Sola is a bit odd. ....... What's so good about it?　Such a manly smell."

"Hmmm. Kiki, you're not ready yet, are you?

It's just a little frustrating.

"It's hot, you guys."

Nenemimi picked up the striped cat and sat down on the sofa across from him, looking at the two of them with a look of dismay as they continued their conversation while still attached to Thor.

Just as Moldamo settled down at the opposite end, lively voices could be heard coming from the kitchen.

"Grandma, leave it to Moo!"

"Yes, Mumu. I'm counting on you.

From the back of the room appeared Ulil and Moe, both holding trays in their hands.

Immediately, a sweet aroma wafted through the living room.

The landlord, with a gentle smile on his face, elegantly lays the ceramic cups on the low table.

Inside is a chilled cup of light tea with cool ice cubes floating on it.

Then, Moe, with a proud look on his face, puts a small plate of pastries on the side of the plate.

However, his mouth was already covered with powdered sugar and other debris.

After everyone has taken their seats and the tea and sweets have been distributed, Yuril announces in a gentle voice

"Well, shall we have tea?