How About a Refill? ~The Elegant Tea Party of the Grand Witches~

"I'm sorry to hear that. Mrs. Caparoni...."

The manager of the café comes and tells Tatiana something. Tatiana, who was listening strangely, said, "Oh, well," overflowing small, she instructed something. Then he smiled nicely and looked at Miriam.

"I don't know what to do if I hear a rumor. Millie, welcome the king's son."

Huh?

----Gacha

When the servant opened the door, a young man with blue eyes with black hair came in, guided by the manager. A long young man dressed as if he were a son of a merchant, but wearing apparently fine clothing in a sophisticated design.

"Thank you for your permission to enter. Mrs. Caparoni."

"No, I don't have a reason to say no."

Saying hello to Tatiana, Miriam shook his hand in surprise.

Nice to meet you, Miriam.

"Emilio?

"Fufu, why are you questioning me?

Emilio gently pulled Miriam's hand and stood up with an unexpected hug.

Sometimes in front of many people, including Tatiana, Miriam rushed away from Emilio with his face bright red.

"Hi, it's in public... Emilio!

Emilio was dazzled by the shock when she saw Miriam swelling her cheeks and looking up on her head.

What a cute thing! This destructive force! Ah, I want to hug you right away! Put it on your knees and mouth it all the way from every corner of this lovely face!

I managed to suppress the impulse that I wanted to hold away silently, overflowing with desire, and I held it in my small, soft hand.

"Mrs. Caparoni, may I borrow Miss Miriam?

I'm desperate to stay rational and ask Tatiana for permission to go out. Tatiana laughs at Emilio like that.

"I don't mind. Please return by evening time."

"Thank you. Come on, Miriam!

Emilio pulled Miriam's hand and tried to run.

"However, please do not protect the (...) degree (...) of marriage before (...) marriage. I trust you. Your Highness."

Emilio, who was stabbed with a smile, said, "Of course!" and stretched his spine.