Mochiron, Isharyōseikyū Itashimasu!

8.

During my holiday, I brought the new design of shoes and clothes with me as I headed towards the factory.

Our factory was at the back of our shop.

At the same time, I will be able to show my face at the shop.

After I silently sent the butler and the carriage away, I barely arrived at the shop on foot when I saw that in front of the shop stood two people from the school cafeteria who had given me suggestions previously on the color for the shoes.

"Good afternoon."

When I called out to them, the two of them jumped in shock.

"Nogger-sama."

"You are not going to enter?"

"That."

At the direction where their finger had been pointing at, there was Banache-san.

Furthermore, she had been saying something to Mathilda-san's son, Michael-san.

"It is so troublesome."

When I unintentionally murmured that, the two of them nodded their head in agreement.

"How about we look at the new product together?"

"E~?"

"Won't we be a nuisance?"

The two of them started to panic as I smiled wryly.

"Actually, starting from today, we are going to start selling those shoes in different color. I will give you a discount, however please keep it a secret."

"E~ will it be okay?"

I was happy when I saw the sparkles in their eyes.

"I am sorry that I cannot give it to you for free."

When I saw that they were so happy that they could jump, suddenly there were a shouting voice coming out from the inside of the shop.

"If you going to be like this, I am going to accuse you of being violent!"

Do you really want to bring a disturbance to my business?

"Miss, I have not done anything violent to you."

"But, but, I know that...."

The two people beside me who were jumping in joy just now looked at me uncomfortably.

I sighed deeply.

"Let's ignore that scene."

""Yes! Nogger-sama! We should not look at that.""

Somehow my heart felt comforted by them.

With a smile on my face, I walked into the shop as I kept ignoring both Banache-san and Michael-san.

I sauntered towards the display shelf of the new products before my arm was gripped and blocked from it.

"Ojou! Please stop ignoring me!"

"It appeared that you were busy."

"I am busy. That customer keeps insisting I have been acting aggressively towards her!" *

I struck Michael-san's hand which had been gripping my arm.

"There. I hit you."

Michael-san started to pout.

With short brown hair, he was a head taller than me. This person who usually retained an adult atmosphere while dealing with the customer somehow became childish in front of me.