Freedom's Heart

Chapter 24

It is club activity day once again, and once again, I find myself attracting too much attention. The other girls in the club stare at me while the boys glare. It is harder than it looks to ignore, but I don't think there is anything I can do about it. Honestly, I am more surprised people are looking at me instead of the heroine. Ellis walks around gracefully waiting tables with a smile ad is constantly catching my eye. I don't know what it is about her, but I struggle not to stare. It must be the power of an Otome game protagonist.

I am starting to enjoy working in this club. The work isn't too bad, the customers are nice, apart from a few who think it is okay to get a little touchy with us, and they let us enjoy a pleasant meal for lunch. I think I could have been happy being in a club like this in my old life. But I think my sister's reputation back then would have scared any potential customers away. At least in this world, things are different, and even with a bad reputation, no one is fleeing from me.

"Welcome to our humble restaurant master," It still surprises me whenever I hear someone great a customer. I think we had cafes back in my old world like this too. "Please follow me to your table."

"That is unnecessary. I will take that one,"

Damn it. I grind my teeth hearing the familiar voice. What is he doing here? In the game, he never came to this school outside of three separate occasions. I almost glare at him when I turn to face him. My grandfather always draws attention, and today is no different. Wearing a fine suit most people would only wear in the presence of royalty and followed by a knight in golden armour, it is impossible not to look his way.

"You there clean this table up, so it is acceptable to eat from,"

He's here for me. I sigh internally. I have a good idea of what he is planning to do. If what I think is correct, then he intends to make my life a nightmare in this club. I calmly approach him, putting on my best smile.

"Right away, master,"

The table isn't even dirty, to begin with. In fact, it is still sparkling from where I cleaned it only minutes ago. Still, there is no point in telling him that since I feel he will insult my cleaning skill and make me clean again regardless of what I say. I carefully wipe down the table and even use magic to get it extra clean. If he complains now, I will have no trouble dealing with him since I used the same techniques used to clean at the royal castle. I have Marshal's maid, or should I say love to thank for teaching me this technique. It really helped cut down the time it took to clean up the insults on my desk.

"Is everything to your satisfaction, master?"

The look on his face is priceless. I think this is the first time he has seen me clean anything. He touches the table as if checking I didn't use some kind of illusion magic. I struggle not to smirk as he finally admits the table is clean.

"Yes, it is acceptable," He sits down after having a knight put a white cloth on the table and lay a cushion on my grandfather's chair. "Fetch me a menu. I wish to see what you serve to hear."

"Right away, master,"

I swiftly grab one from the side of the room, asking another club member to cover my other tables. I am glad they were understanding and took over without complaint. They even wished me luck with dealing with my grandfather. When I return to him, I find him glaring at me. When will he learn that his glares never work on me?

"You sure took your time," He huffs, snatching the menu from me. "If you are going to be a servant, you should at least get it right."

"I will do my best to improve in the future, master," I bow my head. "If I may make a recommendation, the beef stew is our current best-selling made with flying cows from the eastern islands."