“Well, let’s order this next. Patty, are you free for a moment?”
“Yes, what is it?”
Margaret had secured a table in the back of the dining space and was ordering various things from Patty, who was in charge of the floor.
“Mother, I’m already full.”
“What are you saying? Don’t be so slovenly. Uh, I’ll have this, and this, and this, please.”
“Understood. Please wait a moment. Gordon, do your best!”
Patty took Margaret’s order and headed for the kitchen. As she left, she gently encouraged Gordon.
“Josette, we have an order.”
“Understood, but it’s the Queen again?”
Josette sighed as she looked at the order slip from Patty.
“Yes, I’m sorry.”
“You have nothing to apologize for.”
Patty apologized to Josette, who looked troubled. A considerable amount of time passed, but Margaret and Gordon didn’t move from their table seats, ordering occasionally. Their orders added up to quite a number, and a bundle of updated order slips hung in the kitchen. As they were royalty, a “Reserved Seat” sign was placed on their table to keep other customers from interfering.
“Hmm, if it’s business interference, I’ll go chase them away.”
“Ah, no, wait! Hanako-chan, please behave yourself.”
“Hmm, understood.”
Hanako, seeing Patty and Josette in distress, spoke to them. She offered a proposal that might resolve the situation, but Patty hastily stopped her.
“Fuu.”
Patty felt a sense of relief seeing Hanako give up. Patty had heard Hanako’s true identity directly from her, so the thought of any forceful action being taken was terrifying.
“Well, I’m nicely full now, and there’s still time before closing. I’m going to step out for a bit.”
“Mother, where are you going?”
Margaret, who had been quietly enjoying her meal for a while, seemed to have finally had enough. She stood up, spoke briefly with Catherine at the register, and then headed towards the workshop.
“Huh? Where did the Queen go?”
“I don’t know. She suddenly left her seat.”
Patty, seeing Margaret enter the workshop, asked Gordon, but he couldn’t understand why she went in.
“Gordon, how is it?”
After a short while, Margaret returned to Gordon.
“H-how is it? Mother, what are you wearing?”
“This? It’s this shop’s uniform. I’ve always wanted to try it on because it’s a bit cute.”
“Fufufu. I made a uniform for Auntie just in case something like this happened.”
Margaret said to Gordon. Margaret had changed into Marie’s Bakery uniform. The design of the uniform for the first store was slightly different for everyone, and Margaret’s was no exception. It was a long skirt with a low neckline, emphasizing her ample bosom. Only the chest area was open, with more cloth used in other parts. The basic black color, combined with white accents, created a design that maintained a sense of cleanliness while exuding an adult atmosphere. Rachel, who was in charge of the design and production, stood next to them, looking smug towards Gordon.
“I have a Prince’s uniform too, would you like to try it on?”
“No, I’m fine.”
Rachel showed him another uniform and asked Gordon, but he firmly refused.
“You should try one on too.”
“Are you telling me to dress as a woman?”
Gordon said to Margaret, who was teasing him.
*Glances*
Gordon’s gaze, protesting in an angry tone, flickered towards Kent, who was working at the store.
“…Maybe I’ll try it.”
“Eeeh?!”
When Gordon said it bashfully, blushing, Margaret, Rachel, and Patty, who were nearby, exclaimed in surprise.
“I-I was just kidding.”
“Hahahaha. Right, it was a joke.”
“My, my, this child has started making jokes like this.”
“There’s no way Gordon would have a cross-dressing hobby. Hahaha.”
As Gordon hurriedly denied it, Rachel, Margaret, and Patty said with strained smiles.
“Well, I’ll do my best. In the country I was in before, I worked in the town before becoming a Saintess.”
“Mother, you’re not going to work at this shop, are you?”
“Isn’t that why I put on the uniform? Just watch. Catherine, please teach me!”
After saying that to Gordon, Margaret went to where Catherine was at the register.
“I’m so sorry. I have a recurring issue with my chronic illness! Kent, please take over.”
“Ah, wait, Catherine!”
Catherine pushed the responsibility of looking after Margaret onto Kent and quickly retreated to the back.
“Oh, my, Catherine is also shy. That’s fine. Kent, please.”
“Marie, is it okay?”
*Nods vigorously*
Kent asked Marie for permission and nodded vigorously from a distance.
“So, please take care of me, Teacher.”
Saying this, Margaret leaned her body against Kent’s arm. The sensation of Margaret’s large, soft breasts was transmitted to Kent’s arm.
“Kent, you’re so infatuated with her. I guess you’re dissatisfied with smaller chests, aren’t you? *Sniffle*”
“Carro, I understand how you feel. Let’s lick each other’s wounds, those of us who lack.”
“Elnet!”
Seeing this, Carro and Elnet embraced each other, licking their wounds.
“You’re exaggerating, Carro, Elder Sister.”
“I don’t want to hear that from someone who has them.”
“That’s right.”
Josette said this upon seeing them, but both were protested.
“I see, this is convenient. Instead of using my head or paper, it calculates for me just by pressing a button.”
“And for the best-selling bread, there’s a shortcut key next to it. Press it and enter the quantity, and it will be added.”
Kent was teaching Margaret how to use the register at the counter. Before they started, she was clinging to Kent, but now she was listening intently.
“I’ll take this, please.”
“Yes. Thank you.”
“Thank you.”
At that moment, a customer brought bread to the register.
“Well then, shall I try ringing it up?”
“Yes, I’ll try my best.”
Margaret hesitated, then moved her index finger and pressed the appropriate key.
“How about this?”
“All right. You’re ringing it up correctly.”
Margaret finished the register work, handled the payment, and bagged the items.
“Are you a new employee? Keep up the good work!”
“Thank you.”
The customer who received the merchandise offered words of encouragement to Margaret before leaving the store.
“In my current position, I don’t receive such words, so this is fresh.”
“That’s true.”
As the Queen of this country, Margaret does not receive such words from people. However, because she often wanders around town, she can act like a commoner without dressing up.
“The Queen is accustomed to interacting with people. I don’t think Gordon could handle customer service.”
“How can you tell? He’s been wandering around town lately, so he might be able to do it well.”
When Kent and Margaret glanced towards Gordon in the dining space, he seemed to notice their gazes and looked away, blushing.
“He’s not making eye contact with Kent today. I wonder what’s wrong?”
“I wonder.”
Margaret and Kent were puzzled by Gordon’s inexplicable behavior.
