Angel 3

Yuzuru: (The master is... growing stronger, and growing up. Yuzuru is so happy.)

(Though, it is a bit... regrettable, I suppose, that I can’t have his songs and his smiles all to myself.)

(Still, it would be a great loss to the world to keep such a sparkling treasure locked away in storage, rather than on display.)

(I pray that the Mister and the Mistress are watching. Their son has become a fine young man.)

Wataru: What’s this, Butler-san? Don’t stand by as if this is of no concern to you; you are an idol too, are you not?

Let us properly play our roles, together ♪

Yuzuru: Of course. That’s not something I need to be told, Hibiki-sama.

Perhaps it’s a bit late to ask this, but... do you really not mind if I sing and dance in this performance, as well?

Wataru: Why would I? You, too, are fine.

Your abilities are perfectly suitable to stand on the stage. What a pity, though, that I can feel no passion from you.

Fufufu. What would you say to having a little fun, Butler-san? I do so want to see you motivated and enjoying yourself... ☆

At Flower Fest... the audience will throw flowers as a token of appreciation for the idols. Like the bouquet toss at a wedding.

Let’s divide the stage between east and west; we can have our own territories. It’ll be a game to see who can obtain the most flowers.

If you win, I will grant you one wish. Whatever you want~ ♪

Hm, no. Would it provide more incentive if I put it like this?

If you win, I will raise your little Princess to be a superhuman like myself... ☆

Yuzuru: It is my own duty to raise my master. There is also no point in stirring up competition between ourselves.

There is a limit to whimsy, Hibiki-sama.

Wataru: Fufufu. Personally speaking, I am rather more interested in you than I am the Princess. That boy is pure, and his behaviors are easy to understand.

You, however, wear a mask.

Yuzuru: ......

Wataru: I’m the same way, so I can see it. It is because you hide away that I long to see it. Oh, to rip off your mask and bear witness to your true face!

Therein lies the truth, the love and surprise of humanity... ☆

Yuzuru: I don’t have much to hide. I am my master’s faithful butler, a mere servant whose duty is his selfless devotion.

You will find nothing of note behind my mask.

If you are unsatisfied with that... then you may do as you please. Draw whatever features you wish to see on me, Hibiki-sama; I won’t mind.

That is my true face.

...I believe that what you’re looking for is entirely inconsequential.

Fufu. We shouldn’t be talking now... I feel bad that only my master is singing, so I’d like to concentrate on my performance now.

I have work I must attend to, so I cannot play any games with you.

Wataru: Shame. You’re surprisingly unflappable.

Well, it doesn’t matter to me what your intentions are. I’ll continue my own performance as though it were indeed a competition.

You will be welcome to join me if you feel so inclined.

Ah, am I forever Don Quixote, tilting at his windmills? Nay! It is my one-man show! Ahahahaha ☆^[1]

Yuzuru: ......

(Fufu. He is an odd person, but his skill is without question. In just a moment, he was able to captivate the audience with his movements and voice.)

(He has a firm grip on their very hearts.)

(I can’t even count how many bouquets are being tossed in Hibiki-sama’s direction.)

(Incredible... I exist here only to make him look better. Though, I suppose that’s an appropriate role for me.)

(I am not, nor have I ever been, competition for you, Hibiki-sama.)

Yuzuru: (But I can’t say it’s not even a little frustrating.)

(Whether in play or hospitality... it’s disgraceful to lose without even trying. I’ll have to put up at least a moderately good fight.)

(It’s simple etiquette. No, it’s what a butler ought to do.)

(Oh, this is no good... It seems I’m starting to enjoy myself ♪)