I feel it important to record such events as today, because I am overly sentimental about that sort of thing. At least, that is what she thinks.
I am merely a useless butler. Or servant, whatever she prefers at the time.
She has gone through many cooks, so my sister and I must prepare most meals. Fortunately I am not tempted by any of the stuff we are ordered to make.
I should mention my sister, should I not? My sister is my twin. We were hired to be the servants in the former gourmet's house, by the name of Vanika Conchita.
I cannot say I have enjoyed any of the hired cooks' company.
The last one, the fifteenth, was a rather peculiar man. Blue hair is not common, after all. And he wanted to take holidays! How greedy and rude. I daresay he deserved his fate.
However, I am to follow in his footsteps, and I have been loyal to her.
Her tastes have changed, I suppose. From burnt bread to human hair… et cetera.
Hm… My sister is approaching me. It must be dinnertime already.
After all, I am the main course.
I haven't seen many stories about "Evil Food Eater Conchita", though it's great story material... So I wrote this little drabble on a whim. Reviews are appreciated!