Everyone Is Working Toward Their Own Goals. (Continued)

Ruan Mei had a subtle feeling that something seemed off, but she could not find the source of it for the moment.

Asta serving as Herta's maid was just part of daily life.

And Asta, who had a guilty conscience, could not help but let out a sigh of relief, no longer having the strength to think about anything else.

She had thought her switcheroo had been discovered.

(Come to think of it... how much should I add?) Asta recalled the data she had collected while experimenting on Pellervy.

(Ms. Herta should be stronger than Pellervy, right? So it should be fine to add a little more?)

Pour, pour~

(Can it really guarantee the effect?)

Maybe she should add a little more?

Pour, pour~

Pour, pour~

"..."

"Asta, where's the coffee?"

"Uh... here!"

Asta's voice trembled slightly.

"I... I added some strawberry milk. A little too much. That's okay, right?"

"Strawberry milk? It's fine."

Without even turning around, Herta waved her hand.

Herta said she could enjoy the rich aroma within coffee's bitterness like an adult, and she did not mind drinking sweet milk tea like a girl who could not handle bitter flavors.

"Cough, cough... here."

Asta carefully handed the coffee to Herta.

"Thank you."

After thanking her out of habit, Herta elegantly picked up the cup.

"...Was it really just too much strawberry milk?"

Herta frowned slightly.

"Of course. What else could it be?"

Asta lied with perfect composure—the basic skill of someone sweet on the outside and dark on the inside.

Asta truly had not expected that after adding a little, the coffee would instantly turn from "multicolored black" into pure girlish pink. Her mind had gone blank for a moment, which was why her voice had trembled in fright.

"..."

Herta stared silently at the almost