If she really had no time in the future, she could go find some qualified servants!
This empire was very strange, a blend of the modern and the ancient.
It had modern business models, clothing, and firearms, yet its architecture followed the style of ancient empires... It even had slaves. Add Dangerous Species and Imperial Arms into the mix, and it took on a fantasy flavor as well.
In short, it was very interesting.
"This feels so good!"
Durandal and Rita ate the delicious food before them at the same time. The double enjoyment was simply beyond words.
The dinner was already delicious, but layered with different flavors. Since two people were eating, the tastes did not blend together, creating a wonder that was utterly impossible to describe in words.
After enjoying the meal, Durandal lay back in her chair... completely unwilling to move. She merely closed her eyes and savored the lingering taste.
Then, through Rita's vision... when she looked at Lord Durandal reclining in the chair before her and noticed a bit of food at the corner of her mouth, she could not tolerate it.
She slowly walked over to Durandal's side, then leaned her head closer.
"..."
Durandal opened her eyes. She looked... somewhat confused. Then, beneath her puzzled gaze, Rita extended her soft, adorable little tongue...
And licked away the residue at the corner of her mouth!
"Mm, now it's clean."
Rita stood up and continued clearing away the used tableware.
"..."
Durandal stared blankly at Rita, looking incredibly... cute.
After putting away the tableware, Rita clapped her hands and went to find her other "self."
Durandal was holding the knight's lance in her hand, lost in thought...
This was neither Black Abyss White Flower nor the Seat of the Gods weapon paired with