Feld ⟡ Wonder Tea Party (03)
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“Operation: Prospective Marriage”
The day after we got our clue for meeting Alice—
We were visiting the old flamingo gentleman’s house.
Feld: Give me a break... I’m astounded that you’re flinging yourself into this mess. Are you really going on this date?
Emma: Of course. I have to repay him for his kindness.
Emma: I’ll be upfront when I reject his grandson, so could you hold your anger until then?
Feld: ...Alright. I will stay out of this and not materialize.
Oscar: Emma, sorry we’re thrusting such an unpleasant job onto you. We’re counting on you this once.
The door opens as I nod.
Flamingo Gentleman: I’m terribly sorry for making you wait. Please, meet my grandson.
Young Flamingo Man: Heh~ So this is my prospective bride? She’s pretty cute. I think I’ll make her my fifth—no, third favorite mistress.
Emma: (H-He’s coming off strong right off the bat...!)
Feld: ......
Flamingo Gentleman: This young lady is Emma-san. And accompanying her is her older brother.
Oscar: I hope we can get along.
Young Flamingo Man: Ew. Like I’d ever want to get along with a guy as fluffy as you.
Feld: Ngh... Who does this guy think he is...!?
Feld’s fists are quivering, as if he’s about to throw a punch any second.
Flamingo Gentleman: Now, why don’t you go ahead and spend some time talking to my grandson alone?
Emma: Y-Yes, of course. Would you mind showing me around the mansion?
Young Flamingo Man: Sure! If you insist.
Oscar: And I will stay here to talk with this gentleman about fine cuisine.
Feld: ......
I exchange a glance with Oscar-san before leaving the room, an unmaterialized Feld trailing behind me.
—GALLERY—
Young Flamingo Man: Pretty neat, huh? This is my gramps’ collection. I’ll give you any one you want.
Feld: These aren’t yours to be handing out, you wretch...!
Young Flamingo Man: What do you think about this “Statue of the Beautiful Hero”? I mean, I’m obviously way more of a hero though.
Feld: I think you’re mistaking “hero” for “coward,” you swine...!
The young man’s attitude angers Feld second by second, but he still suppresses the urge to materialize.
Emma: (I’m glad I’m not alone with this guy, but I’m starting to get worried...)
Young Flamingo Man: ...You’ve been kinda jittery for a while now. What, are you that happy to be on a date with me?
Emma: Huh? No, it’s nothing like that—
Young Flamingo Man: Haha, are you embarrassed? Girls like you are a breath of fresh air.
Young Flamingo Man: You’ve got a nice figure, you listen to me with a smile... I might even make you my first favorite.
The young man brushes his wing against my leg, but then—
Feld: Keep your wandering hands off her! You little buffoon!!
Young Flamingo Man: UWAA!?
A materialized Feld aggressively slaps away the young man’s wing.
Young Flamingo Man: Wh-Where did you come from...? And who are you, anyway!?
Feld: I’m... erm, I’m... her other older brother!
Emma: Feld, hold on a second...!
Feld: I waited long enough. I can’t take this anymore! I will not idly sit by and watch!!
Feld: I was quietly listening all along—what is the matter with you!? You’ve done nothing but puff out your chest and boast about yourself the whole time!!
Feld: Not to mention all you seem to care about is your own convenience! It couldn’t be more obvious how uncomfortable Mis—my little sister is!!
Feld: You can’t read the room, and you’re disgustingly entitled! Take a minute to feel ashamed of yourself, you imbecile!!
Young Flamingo Man: E-EEEEK!!
Emma: Ah...! There he goes.
Feld: Hmph! Just a little shouting sends him running? Pathetic!
Feld: The mere thought of that man becoming your husband makes my blood boil! He is not qualified in the slightest!!
Emma: Um, we weren’t really planning to get married, remember?
Emma: (But I guess we did fulfill the old man’s wish... in a way.)
I head back to the guest room along with Feld, who’s still steaming with anger.
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