Volume 1, Special: Those Words, the Self-Explanatory Remedy
On that day, Vernoux, who usually came to eat sweets at the Pameradia House, was unusually depressed.
You seem very tired.
Yeah, a little.
His reply was not one an eight-year-old boy would say. He sounded like an adult tired from their work.
(If youre that tired, then you dont need to come here.)
If this isnt an urgent matter, and his purpose is sweets, then its necessary for him to rest away his tiredness. However, when she looked at Vernoux, he looked like he was brooding over something, rather than being physically tired.
Is something troubling you?
Cordelia asked, and he nodded gravely.
Gille is
What is wrong with Gille-sama?
Hes been obsessed with milk, or rather dairy products, lately.
Its healthy, isnt it?
But theres a limit, isnt there! When we have tea time after training, its all milk. The sweets also consist of yoghurt, blanc-manger and cheese Anyway, he doesnt stray from dairy products.
Vernouxs eyes twinkled, and then he grinned.
Hey, that, can I say tell Gille that you said that, Dilly?
Huh? Yes. You may.
Cordelia nodded while worrying about his scheming.
But, I dont think my words have any credibility to them.
Dillys words are more effective than a doctors medical certificate right now for Gille. In fact, your words might be the most effective. I want to be free from milk too.
Youre exaggerating.
Im not. I wonder if I should also tell him that hell never catch up to you if he continues his unbalanced diet.
Huh?
Nothing. Dont you have any sweets that dont use milk?
Vernoux demanded sweets as he became energetic.
Cordelia shrugged and entertained her friend while thinking that Gill might have an ulterior motive for commencing this milk attack, to escape from Vernouxs sweets demands.
Translator: Blushy
Editor: SenjiQ