I drink milk in the living room after my summer training in hell.

　Of course, I drink it while standing with my hands on my hips after a bath. I wish I could use a small bottle, but I didn't prepare such a thing, so I used a glass.

　The cold milk cooled my body, which had been heated by the intense sunshine and hot water.

　Perhaps because my body was craving water, I drank it down in one gulp.

'Phew, I can't stand a drink after a bath.

　The milk from the cows in the village of Koliat has a very rich taste. It's not fishy, it's rich and sweet. It's so rich and sweet that I think it could be considered a sweetener on its own.

'Oh, Al, can you get me some milk?

　Sister Elinora, who was sitting on the couch, said and held up her cup.

　I was about to have another drink, but for now, Elinora sister wants it, so I'll fill it up first.

　I'd like to lie down on the sofa after I've cleared my throat, too.

　It's too much trouble to hold the milk bottle, which seems to be more than a liter, though, so I use my psychic to float the milk bottle as I walk and move it toward Elinora's sister.

　When Elinora noticed my intentions, she put the glass on the table, and I used my psychic to tilt the bottle and pour the milk into it.

　I can easily pour the milk even in the air where I hold the glass up, but Elinora seems to be worried about spilling it, so she always leaves it on the table.

　It's not that I'm in the air, but I don't think I'd spill it.

Yes.

Thanks.

　As soon as I finish pouring the milk, I sit down on the couch.

　As it is, I pull the milk bottle over and pour it into my own cup.

　As I was drinking it as I savored it, Sister Elinora drank it all at once and put the cup on the table.

'Al,'

Another one?

No. I want to make shaved ice.

Oh, yeah, right. Great.

　Instead of milk, it's shaved ice this time.

　It's easy to make shaved ice while sitting down to make it.

Oh, I'll have some too.

Can I ask you to do the same?

Me too.

　Just as I was about to prepare a plate with earth magic, Mother Erna, Father Nord, and Brother Silvio, who was just finishing up his bath, walked in.

　At this time of year, there are more orders for shaved ice.

　I quickly make plates for five people, including myself. Then I use ice magic to pile up the shaved ice.

"Mine is a nice, skinny one.

I'm as fluffy as always.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know what everyone likes.

　Sister Elinora prefers the ice grains to be rough and a bit gritty when eaten. And Erna's mom likes the ice to be fine and fluffy, as if it melts just by putting it on her tongue.

　By the way, Nord's father and Silvio's brother like it somewhere in between.

　Well, if you change the size of the ice cubes, the texture changes quite a bit, so it's not hard to see why they have their preferences.

　I complete the shaved ice and make a spoon with earth magic.

　When I'm done, Brother Silvio brings it to the table where Mother Erna and Father Nord are sitting.

　As expected of Brother Silvio, he's very tactful.

　By the way, Elinora sister, aren't you going to help me with the habit of being right in front of me?　I lifted my gaze at that, but Sister Elinora had disappeared from the couch in front of me before I knew it.

'I got some jam and stuff from the kitchen!

　Apparently, he was the first to head to the kitchen to get something to pour over the shaved ice.

　In his arms he has several different kinds of jams, fruit juices, honey and sugar.

　That's right. Sister Elinora was well-prepared when it came to what she liked. I was wrong.

　My sister has become quite accustomed to eating shaved ice.

What shall we put on top of it today?　Yesterday it was strawberry jam, and before that it was grapes... so maybe today it's oranges?

'Jam is fine, but you can mix the juice with a little sugar and pour it on.

'Oh, there you go. I'm lost.

　Parents having a smiling conversation in front of each topping on the table.

　It's the kind of dialogue you wouldn't expect to hear in a Dragonslayer adventure story.

　Maybe it's because I've been reading a book Eric lent me recently, but I'm suddenly thinking about that.

'What's your sister going to be?'

I've got kick-ass grape juice!

Well, I think I'll take that one.

　Sister Elinora and Brother Silvio seem to be going with Kikka's grape juice.

　It goes well with shaved ice if the flavor is that rich.

　Now, what should I do with the toppings?

　Kikka grape juice is good, or a refreshing orange juice. I'd also like to put some jam on top, which is both tart and sweet.

　........Okay, let's pour everything we want to eat on it.

''Erna, hurry up and pour it on or the ice will melt, okay?

'Wait a minute. I'm trying desperately to figure out which one is best.

　I take the grape juice on the table and pour it over a portion of the shaved ice, with my mother's distressed eyes. Next, I pour orange juice over a different part of the shaved ice, then apple juice to avoid it, and then the rest of the shaved ice with their respective jams.

'Okay, here we go.'

　In my pile of shaved ice, it's colorful: it's purple, red, orange, and so on. Probably the colors are mixed up at the bottom and it's an awesome mix of colors, but it's good because it's so delicious.

''........Oh, Al, what are they doing?''

　As I finish my topping and go back to the couch, Mom Erna asks me with a look on her face as if she's seen something incredible.

'What?　I wanted to eat them all, so I just put a bunch of toppings on them?

''Well yes. If you couldn't choose your toppings, you could have put them all on.

　It's as if she says if you can't eat the bread, you can have the cake.

　Mother Erna, who was struggling with her worries, topped multiple things just like me with a clean look on her face.

　She has far more types of toppings than I do, but she's still a lady with high girl power.

　It's a beautiful topping, like a parfait, that never makes the viewer uncomfortable.

''Parfait?''

Oh.

　Sheesh. Was an exclamation leaking out?

　Mother Erna and Sister Elinora turned around at the same time.

　Don't do it. I'm not going to be able to get the best out of you.

'Come to think of it, before Al went to Kagura, he was shouting out some unknown confectionery name like ice cream or pudding or something like that.

So the parfait must be one of those things.

　He's uselessly sharp in his habit of not knowing. I mean, it's still a waste of time to still remember such a long time ago, and my memory is as good as ever.

'Come to think of it, shouldn't it be ice cream or even pudding as a result of Al allowing me to go to Kagura?

'What?　That's not invalid because the Roomba has become a bargaining chip!

It's not invalid because candy is part of the bargain.

　I protest, but Mother Erna shakes her head and says it off.

　d*mn, I shouldn't have bypassed the idea of being able to buy rice freely. I should have been more sparing in putting it out there.

'Wow, all right. Then I'll have ice cream or pudding--'

Mom, I think I'd rather have the parfait.　That means it's about the same as all these toppings, so it should be better that way!

　This is why I don't like my sister who has a sharp intuition. When it is a parfait, there is both ice cream and pudding on it. It's simply twice as much work to make.

That's true. That's a lot of work to make both ice cream and pudding. Then, Al," he said, "why don't you make a parfait next time? Make me a parfait next time.

Yeah, yeah.

　I think they both know what a parfait really is, and they're saying it. It was a devil's coordinated technique that I couldn't help but think so.