As if by magic, he took out the juice that was still in a cup from the top hat he just bought. 'Doraran' called the girl's name as if he suddenly remembered something.

What's wrong...Fangran...?

Can you help me talk to Sharon and ask her to stop standing? I've prepared her share.

Eh!?

Sharon, who was quietly standing not far behind Carol with her face lowered, like a qualified servant, was slightly surprised when she heard this.

Um....

I didn't think there was anything wrong with what the young man did. Neither Fangran nor Carol had the slightest idea that in aristocratic society, the master would never let his servants sit with him at the same table. Dressed in black and white gothic clothes,

The girl in the skirt turned around on her seat and looked at the dignified head maid behind her.

Sharon, Fangran asked you to come over and join us.

Sitting together, my current status can be that of a maid...

Wait, this may also be a test...

After thinking about it for a moment, even Sharon was a little confused about what action to take after hearing this proposal. However, after thinking about it for a moment, she decided to follow her current identity as a servant and panicked when she expressed her refusal.

...

I'm sorry, miss...I...

Ah, by the way, Ling, tell her not to care about the rules. I'm not a noble here. Just think of it as me thanking her for helping me deal with so many troubles. If that doesn't work...

Fangran, who was busy turning cakes out of his own hat, remembered this and spoke casually, which was very inconsistent with his status at the moment. Then he paused and added seriously that neither Carol nor Sharon understood.

if.

Just tell her that if she doesn't sit down, I'll fire her...

Fire me....what???

The other party suddenly mentioned that it was probably a fish creature, which made Sharon very puzzled. After pretending to be uneasy and reluctantly sitting down, she discovered...

This ridiculously beautiful cake that always appeared in Carol's hands turned out to be countless times more delicious, sweet and soft than she imagined.

During lunch time under the open-air balcony, the three figures on the dining table under the parasol glanced at the young man who was completely focused on the girl next to him. 'Sharon' thought with some interest,

What a strange and interesting person...

So, at the end of the day,

In the square in front of the Milan Cathedral, I looked at the girl who was holding a cross-era camera that was obviously a piece of "equipment" for technologists, and gave a girl with black stockings and leather short boots a fluffy cat-ear hairpin and cloth under a gothic dress.

I bear, when I let the girl hold her in her arms with long sleeves covering her slender arms, and her posture was pitiful and cute...

Yes!!!! That’s right! That’s it! Ling, stay still! I’ll be fine soon!!!

The young man who didn't care about the eyes of passers-by, yelled such embarrassing words in order to find an angle, but almost brought up afterimages whenever he dodges, Sharon, who fulfilled her duties as a personal maid and stayed behind him,

When Fangran was satisfied with taking this picture and thinking about how to pose Ling in the next picture, he smiled in a questioning manner like asking, 'Master, do you need my help?' and said:

You use the equipment of a technologist to blatantly secretly photograph a little girl who knows nothing about it. Master, you really have such low and despicable interests that women despise you.

Then Fangran was thinking about whether the next photo should be taken wearing a garland or holding a small parasol. After hearing Sharon speak, his expression suddenly became serious and serious...

Um.

He nodded.

Not only that, but having such a young girl do such and such things all day long really makes people wonder if you are a dangerous pervert, young master.

Well, you are right.

...

Master, do you know that your move towards a young girl is the perverted behavior of a crazy person?

Well, I get it.

...

If this continues, I think out of consideration for her life safety and future, you should be handed over to the court, young master.

Uh-huh, uh-huh, just do it...

The last memory I have of this day in Milan is Fangran’s heart-wrenching sigh:

When I go out, there is a maid following behind me to greet the owner, for fear that the master may have any questions.
Chapter completed!