Mine instrument

This maid is trying her best

– Hola. Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, that's my name.

No, that's not it. You need to be more expressive.

– Hello, my name is Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.

Ha... maybe I should cut it short? I mean, it doesn't really matter if they call me Kiyotaka or Ayanokoji, it all sounds the same.

– Watashi wa Kiyotaka... Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.

– Ah, I saw this scene in an English movie.

– Hm? Is that true?

So I just took the cinematography technique for self-presentation? Although, I think this is what is needed. In any case, I turned away from the mirror, where I could only see my body and face, and then looked at the guest who came into the room. This is my butler Matsuo.

– Yes, I suppose. Anyway, you're doing better than yesterday, Kiyotaka-sama.

– Really? You say that every new day, but I don't notice any special changes.

– Just trust me.

Hm, maybe he's right. After all, this man has lived in this world much longer than me and has probably seen similar moments in his life many times already. However, I will be honest, I would like to see at least some progress myself.

– If you don't believe me, we can ask another person's opinion.

He must have noticed my doubts somehow, so he started talking about this. But we still have no one else to ask. Matsuo is the most experienced of all of us, I think so.

– I trust your judgment. However, I would like to make sure of this myself.

– Then you need more than just my opinion, Kiyotaka-sama. Wait, I'll call Ayano-san now.

Well, Kimishima Ayano is Matsuo's protégé, so of course he can use her whenever he wants. Yes, I can too, but she is still studying, especially much younger than himself. I would say she is my age, so it will be quite difficult to take this as a reasonable opinion of another person.

Matsuo had just rung the little silver bell he always carries with him. The sound of such a small but exotic object is quite clear and spreads over long distances, which is even somewhat surprising. This is especially noticeable in this mansion, where it is very easy to achieve an echo.

Well, come to think of it, Kimishima's opinion might be useful to me, because she's still about my age. It would be useful to know the opinion of my peer, since there is such an opportunity.

– I'm here, Matsuo-sama, Ayanokoji-sama.

She arrived within twenty seconds. Her breathing had lost its steady rhythm quite a bit. It looks like she had to run here, although it wasn't really necessary.

Unlike Matsuo, who chooses looser, but at the same time elegant clothes, Kimishima dresses up like a real maid, although she does not fully appear to her. But at the same time, she has permission not to completely follow the necessary maid outfit, which she uses, decorating her work clothes with various small details of bright colors.

– Ayano, dear, could you appreciate Kiyotaka–sama's self-presentation?

She did not respond with words, but with actions. Kimishima stared at me expectantly. Well, then it's my time.

– Watashi wa Kiyotaka... Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.

– Oh, it's like that guy... Bond, James Bond.

Her eyes seemed to sparkle in admiration, after which she gathered her hands together and held out her index, thumbs and middle fingers so that they resembled a pistol. I'm not sure what the point of such an action is, but it's a very strange reaction. Will all the teenagers of my generation react the same way?

I looked at Matsuo in disbelief, who only smiled at me in a kind way. And what does that mean??

– Ayano, how about you tell me what you think about it?"

– Ah, that... that was cool, I think. If Ayanokoji-sama does this more often, he will become cool.

Do this more often? Be cool? It all sounds kind of problematic.

I hope I don't have to do this often, because Kimishima's reaction has already convinced me that this is clearly strange.