Mob Yandere Chapter 200-2

Novel: Mob Yandere Author: Tekkou Kaijin Updated: May 21, 2026

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[Part 2/4]

Just say 'open,' and it was already prepared.

Steam rose from the freshly cooked dishes laid out.

The morning al is always colorful, no matter the ti.

Today it's white rice, red rice, tea rice, princess rice, 2 kinds of cooked rice, and barley rice.

The ingredients in the Miso soup are waka and tofu.

The main dish is grilled carp, and the bonito is served with garlic and ginger.

The side dishes are baked rabbit, soaked houttuynia cordata, boiled beans, kinpira burdock, octopus in vinegar, dried daikon radish, vegetable tempura, ntaiko, and thick olette.

The Tsukemono (pickled vegetables) include turnip, fukujinzuke, eggplant, bamboo shoots, cucumber, greens, mustard greens, and dried plum.

There are 3 kinds of tea, juice water, and coffee, all ready with sugar.

Fruits and sweets are set aside for dessert.

"As always, there's a lot of variety for breakfast... Isn't it a hassle to make so much?"

Sitting down on the cushion, for what felt like the umpteenth ti, I gaze at the rich spread set out in elegant bowls and plates and cups, and I can't help but feel it's too much for one person.

I turn to the maid waiting in front and ask.

"There's no need to go to such lengths. Please help yourself to as much as you like of whatever you prefer... If you have any other requests, we can quickly prepare them. Please don't hesitate to ask."

The maid speaks with respect, a phrase I've heard many tis before.

They declare it's their duty.

"We'll eat whatever you leave behind!"

"Leave so olette!"

A lively request echoes from behind.

Looking back, I see 2 of the little rascals sitting properly, waiting early in the morning with their blankets.

They're asking in their usual way.

"Now, now," scold the older maids who were also waiting.

Right next to them, Mio bows her head, looking timid.

"I apologize. They're still lacking in guidance..."

"Don't worry about it. It's good to see them lively, right?"

""Yes!!""

I can't help but smile wryly at their energetic, overlapping replies.

But rather, I find it pleasing.

I forgive the scolders.

...Well.

It's a precious al.

It is polite to eat before it gets cold.

I take my chopsticks and decide to enjoy the feast.

"Itadakimasu!"

I start with the miso soup.

It was warm, just right.

The flavor of the dashi was great.

I hesitated a bit, then put so barley rice in my mouth.

The soup mixed with it smoothly, going down my throat.

I sighed.

To comfort my mouth that felt empty, I bit into so pickled vegetables.

The salty sea bass is picked apart and eaten.

It was fatty.

It was delightful.

The beans, cooked with mixed ingredients, are nibbled on, followed by a piece of octopus soaked in vinegar.

The crunchy texture is enjoyable.

White rice stuffs the cheeks.

Cold barley tea is drunk.

A slice of bonito, topped with garlic, soaked in soy sauce, is popped into the mouth all at once.

The taste of fresh at was amazing.

Energy fills the body.

Even though this al is eaten often, it all felt like too much delicious food.

The best was definitely the thick olet that the girls asked for.

With strong sweetness, it seed to have a lot of rich cream instead of oil, and the eggs were a deep yellow mixed with lots of sugar and milk.

The way it was cooked was a skill, rich, fluffy, and moist in taste and texture; it was addictive.

""...""

"...No, you're really staring."

Maybe because it was so delicious, both Fumi and Shii were intensely watching the olet on my chopsticks.

They swallowed with the first piece, leaned forward for the second piece, and were staring hard at the third piece.

No, no, no, there are still plenty left for seconds, right?

Don't look like that.

""Growl""

"..."

Just as I thought about calming them down, a noise ca from a stomach.

It wasn't mine.

It wasn't even from the older maids.

It was 2 young girls laughing to cover it up.

Oh dear, what can I do...

"Here."

"Is it okay!?"

"If it's leftover, then yes."

"Great!"

Shii first, then Fumi responded.

They took the plate of olet with 2 pieces left... and then offered it back.

"No chopsticks!"

"What do you an?"

"Ah──n!"

"I see."

The twin sisters opened their mouths wide.

The other maids sighed and apologized.

I happily accepted their request and fed them.

I didn't mind being sweetly relied on.

"Munch munch! Sweet!"

"Hehe, it tastes like Mom!"

The two of them gently touched their puffed cheeks like squirrels and gave their impressions.

I'm glad you're happy.

...Was the rolled olette today made by Amatsuru?

No good, I still can't tell everyone's taste.

How pathetic.

"Anyway. Do you want to eat too?"

"No, it's fine!"

"Please don't hold back and eat!"

"Shut up. Don't be picky, alright?"

I also offered the soaked greens, but she politely refused with full force.

These 2 dislike fennel.

Don't worry, I'll tell the maid to give everyone a large portion at their alti later.

Hehe....

* * *

After finishing the breakfast and having so sweets with warm tea, I went for my daily walk.

I checked around the large yashiki estate and greeted everyone doing chores.

Because I still haven't morized everyone's faces and know the estate well.

"You don't have to worry about that."

The bell rang with a chi and a voice was heard.

I turned my gaze to the maid standing nearby.

There was a sharp-eyed girl with a strong presence.

She is Kuzu, who is accompanying on this walk.

It was when we finished walking around the west garden and were about to go to the south side's pair of buildings.

"That's not so easy, right? If you don't call by my na when you call out, I won't know it's you."

"Just point and say, 'Hey, you,' when you call ."

She offered politely with a bow.

The bell chid again.

I wonder if that sound, which I hear often, is sothing popular among the maids?

It's the sound of a bell or a small ornant shaking.

But where is it decorated... no, that's not it.

"Isn't your attitude a little rude...?"

Kuzu's suggestion seed to ignore her feelings and sounded condescending.

Isn't it too aggressive and rude for her to say that?

"Is it rude for us to call you 'Master'?"

"No, that's..."

"It's the sa thing. Think about your position. We can't let everyone misunderstand. There are proper ways to call each other. The hierarchy must be clear to keep order."

"Order, huh..."

Cling! The sound echoed. Kuzu said sothing, but I didn't understand.

Did she an my work is sloppy?

Or... But, I couldn't imagine she, who always works sincerely, would beco careless.

"Well, the relationship between the top and bottom... If we all work together and live together, that's enough."

If anything, I felt a sense of loss, or perhaps emptiness, because I didn't have a clear role like everyone else.

I should have felt that way.

Not having anything to do, nothing to focus on, ans I have nothing to rely on.

It's like grasping at clouds, no, it's not even clouds.

Trying desperately to grasp sothing without even knowing what it is... it almost makes feel irritated.

"If that's the case... I think it would be good for you to have a hobby."

"Hobby?"

I stopped and looked at her, Kuzu, who was thinking with her hand on her mouth.

"Yes. If you can have sothing fun that you can imrse yourself in without looking to the side, I think you can forget the feeling you have now."

"Imrse myself, huh... Work won't do?"

"I said it earlier, but please be aware of your position. We will lose our place. Are you denying our reason for existence?"

"It's not like that..."

I was confused by her slightly accusatory tone.

Because she is always humble.

"Then please have sothing you enjoy. I don't say one thing. Rather, it helps us if you have a variety of things. If there is no work, we don't need people, right?"

"Is that so?"

"That's how it is."

I seed to understand, but I didn't seem to understand, and I felt like I was being skillfully persuaded, but it was childish to rebel here.

Hobby, hobby...

"It's an irrelevant question, but... What do you think is good?"

"Are you asking ? Hmm..."

It was a truly irrelevant, and in a way, carefree and shaless question, but Kuzu didn't show any sign of displeasure and thought seriously while looking down.

"You are not in good condition yet. It would be better to avoid things that could affect your health. ...Sothing you can do indoors would be good, wouldn't it?"

Kuzu answered thoughtfully, taking care of my body.

Then, after locking eyes again, she continued like an idea just struck her.

"Right now, I am enjoying poetry and books. We create and critique together, improving our skills... Would you like to take a look?"

"Creating, huh..."

I frowned at her kind suggestion.

It was the embarrassnt of showing my creations.

Seeing my work criticized due to different tastes really stings.

Especially since, as Kuzu said, our positions are different.

"You know, you don't have to create. Just reading and enjoying the works is fine. If you enjoy it, Master, that makes us happy. Your feedback is also sothing we can learn from."

"Hmm... I'll think about it. Is there anything else?"

Putting aside Kuzu's suggestion for now, I asked for more opinions.

I'm bothering everyone, after all.

I shouldn't just jump on the first idea.

"Well... how about board gas? It seems fitting for a gentleman's enjoynt."

"Board gas..."

That idea, that word, struck a chord with .

This sense of nostalgia...

"That could be good..."

"Then let's go right away!"

Almost like a whisper, a sound like bells chid.

In the next mont, Kuzu's face was right beside .