落とし穴４７堀：メイド妻の朝 (Part2)
However, there is one thing that I find curious.
That is...
"Have you already finished styling Samantha-sama's hair?"
"Yes. It’s just a matter of habit. Pure habit."
Sasari and I chat like this while we prepare the meal.
Basically, Sasari and I wake up at nearly the same time to begin our duties as maids, but as evidenced by her arriving late today, Sasari is still fulfilling her role as Samantha-sama's personal attendant.
No, I also take care of Shera-sama, but lately, perhaps influenced by Master, she has begun to handle her own personal affairs quite briskly.
I suppose she is developing a sense of responsibility as an older sister to Aslin-sama and Firia-sama.
Shera-sama spends as much time as her schedule allows with those two.
Well, that part is fine.
The issue is Samantha-sama's hair—those uniform vertical curls that Master once described as an "all-directional drill."
Since I possess enough knowledge of Japan to understand what a drill is, I nearly burst out laughing the first time I heard it.
Yet, Sasari, as a maid, manages to style those vertical curls quickly every single morning.
"If I recall, you said it was an application of magic, didn't you?"
"Yes. I dampen the hair of our sleepy young lady, and then I dry it with warm air while holding the curls in place."
"...That is a hairdryer, isn't it?"
"Yes, I suppose it is. But being able to generate warm air so easily is a blessing. If I were to style Samantha-sama's hair the conventional way, the hair oil would damage it, and I simply cannot bear the thought of that beautiful hair being harmed."
Indeed, in this part of the continent, the only way to maintain such eccentric hairstyles is to stiffen them with hair oil.
However, unlike in Weed, there is no culture of bathing or specialized hair-care shampoos. People often sleep with the oil still in their hair, leaving it sticky and prone to collecting dust, which causes significant damage.
In this New Continent where magic is in decline, using magic solely to style hair speaks volumes about how precious Samantha-sama is to Sasari.
"You have a wonderful mistress."
"Yes. I am who I am today thanks to Samantha-sama. That is why I have no desire to become a mistress to Yuki-sama, even if he makes Samantha-sama happy. I want him to love Samantha-sama with my share of love as well. Oh, and as I said before, while Yuki-sama is a fine man, he isn't my type, so please don't think I'm forcing myself or anything like that."
"I know. Looking into your eyes, I couldn't possibly doubt you."
Though her words were casual, her heart told a story where the happiness of her mistress, Samantha-sama, was the absolute priority.
"Well, if Samantha-sama and Yuki-sama were to ever fall into a rut, I wouldn't hesitate to offer myself, but it doesn't seem like there's any cause for such concern. The bond between the wives is incredibly firm, and they get along so well."
"That is true."
All the wives discuss their nights with Master, holding daily meetings—even with Samantha-sama included—on how to drain... no, how to please him. To neglect such self-improvement would be to fail as one of Master's wives.
"Samantha-sama is so kind; she wishes for my happiness as well. So, as I declared, since Weed has some breathing room now, I am on the hunt for a man."
"Have you found anyone good yet?"
"Haha, that is difficult. Honestly, even though I say I’d be fine with a 'useless' man, Yuki-sama shines so brightly that..."
"Ah, I understand that. When you use Master as the benchmark, even a perfectly decent man looks like a common weed."
"...I think there might be quite a few filters applied to that statement, but I generally agree."
Isn't it strange?