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Finally, Luna couldnât hold back any longer and called out to Antes. At this, Antes, who was looking for some pasta, briefly turned his head to gaze at her.
âWhy?â
âThe ring-â
Before she could even finish her sentence, Antes, who seemed to have guessed what she was about to ask, interjected.
âOh, didnât you like the cookie?â
âNo? Itâs not thatâ¦â
âIf you donât like it, I can give you something else. I have a high-end snack I received as a gift from a business partner.â
âNo, itâs okay.â
Itâs not the time to eat snacks now.
She tried to reply, but he busily pulled out a truly luxurious snack without waiting for her response.
âItâll take a while, so why not wait in the parlor? The kitchen is rather cramped, and I feel a bit overwhelmed. I might make a mistake.â
What a thing to say. Truly, Luna was the one feeling overwhelmed. Between the ring, the cooking, and everything else, she felt her head was about to explode.
Before she could bring up the topic of the ring again, Antes pushed her out.
âYou donât like the cookie, do you? Then wait in the parlor and relax. Feel free to look around the mansion.â
âAre you avoiding the topic?â
âWhoâs avoiding what? Youâre disturbing my cooking. Iâve been busy since morning, so I wish youâd eat some cookies.â
A mix of annoyance and concern. She wished he would get straight to the point. She felt ignored by his unending, incoherent replies.
Lunaâs eyes sharpened.
âAlright. If you want it that much, Iâll eat the cookie.â
With that, surprisingly, she took a step back, accepting his point.
Whatâs she planning? Antes, who knew Luna wasnât the type to act like this, closely watched her with a furrowed brow.
As expected, Luna suddenly took a large bite of the cookie and chewed very energetically.
ââ¦!?â
Such an act could cool even a millennia-long love. Antes, momentarily at a loss for words, stared at Luna with a cold expression.
Of course, it wasnât that his millennia of love had cooled. He just hadnât expected her to go to such lengths to satisfy her curiosity.
Either way, after vigorously chewing the cookie, Luna took a sip of her slightly cooled tea to wash down the dryness in her mouth.
With a sense of accomplishment, she hastily asked:
âI ate the cookie. Satisfied? Now itâs my turn. What is this ring about? And why did you invite me when you said you donât like having someone around? You were even trying to stay at my mansion. Whatâs the truth?â
ââ¦â
Originally, she shouldâve asked more carefully, but due to the awkward situation, Luna was quite aggressive.
Seeing Antes with wide eyes, Luna realized she mightâve been too confrontational and quickly added:
âIâm not angry. Iâm just curious. Itâs strange to adjust a ring like this. Normally, rings are adjusted only for special occasions.â
Especially since Antes had personally put the ring on her finger. She couldnât back down now.
Listening to Lunaâs detailed explanation, Antesâs gaze gradually softened.
Seeing her babble while trying to get an answer made him want to ask about his own curiosities as well.
âWhat would you do if I said it was special?â
âWhat?â
âWhat would you do if I said the ring was special?â
Luna was speechless. Sheâd asked boldly, but she hadnât considered what sheâd do if he actually gave her an answer.
ââ¦?â
Wait, heâs suddenly affirming it?
This unexpected reply left her in the dark. It was a statement sheâd never heard in both her past and current life, so she couldnât help but be flustered.
Unable to retrieve her composure, her cheeks reddened, and she began to stammer.
âUm, I meanâ¦â
Watching her, Antesâs eyes took on a peculiar expression. Heâd expected her to get angry, perhaps even slap him, but her surprisingly shy reaction left him confused.
Seeing Luna flustered by his unexpected response, a glint appeared in Antesâs eyes.
And soon, as if asking when he had become serious, he softly smiled and opened his mouth.
âI only have a young lady, so itâs natural for her to be special.â
ââ¦Yes?â
âI made a bit of an effort to show our close relationship, but I didnât expect you to be this flustered. Do you think my existence is that insignificant to you?â
Luna blinked for a moment as Antes asked calmly while putting the remaining cookies in her mouth.
So, by âspecialâ, he meant something like friendship?
Really? Did she overthink it? Is he making fun of her again?
As Luna silently asked him these questions, Antes seemed to understand her and gave her an affirmative look.
It wasnât wrong. To Antes, there was only Luna, and she really was special. It was also true that they matched rings to show their somewhat deep friendship.
âW-what, really?! You surprised me!â
Luna, slightly upset by his vague answer, scolded Antes.
âStop joking around! Do you know how much I struggled with what to answer?â
And then, as if relieved from tension, she touched her flushed cheek and said she would wait for the food, hurriedly disappearing into the kitchen.
âItâs not a joke.â
Only the than delayed response lingered in the kitchen.
âSo she did respond?â
Considering Lunaâs personality, if she truly disliked it, she would have immediately told him to stop spouting nonsense.
But instead of showing such a reaction, she chose to stutter and blush slightly.
He had to really restrain himself from smiling.
âI thought it was okay enough as it isâ¦â
Maybe not. If he hadnât known her feelings, it wouldnât matter. But now that he had glimpsed into her heart, he became greedy.
What should he do next? Reassuring her every time has its limits, and if he suddenly becomes assertive, she might run away like earlier.
Antes began to look for ingredients to make âPanneâ while pondering these things.
There was a lot to think about, but first, he had to prepare a meal for Luna.
* * *
Although she heard him say ânoâ, Luna, with still flushed cheeks, wandered around the mansion, recalling the recent events.
Who on earth jokes so seriously? And such a shocking joke at that.
She thought her heart was dropping. Luna grumbled, thinking that if there were a contest for surprising people, he would undoubtedly win first place. She reached the last room at the end of the second floor.
Having explored every room from the first floor up, she naturally opened the door and looked inside.
âWhatâs this⦠Why is it so bleak?â
The room only had the minimal furniture, making it look desolate.
Yet, it felt like someone lived there, so Luna cautiously entered, wondering if it might be Antesâs room.
âReally⦠No wonder heâs so unpredictable.â
The room needed at least a flower vase, or a painting, some patterned bedding, or even just a splash of color. The monotone and gloomy room started making her feel down when she noticed something out of place.
âThis isâ¦â
It was the flower ring he had bought at the night market. The ring that he had turned into a necklace because it didnât fit.
Although it wasnât expensive, it was carefully placed in an elegant case as if it was a treasured item.
âWhy would heâ¦?â
As Luna recalled the earlier situation, she frowned.
â What would you do if I said it was special?
She remembered the very serious face of Antes.
Seeing the carefully displayed ring, there was no doubt about its special significance.
ââ¦Ugh. I shouldnât have asked.â
Instead of getting a clear answer, she felt teased. Even if Antes denied it, why did it still feel significant?
Maybe he just collects rings as a hobby. Luna tried to convince herself with this absurd reasoning and left Antesâs room to sit on the terrace.
The somewhat chilly night breeze cooled her flushed face. She should have just cooled her head from the start.
As she enjoyed the wind and had a peaceful time, Antes came to fetch her, saying the meal was ready.
When Luna saw the panne that Antes had made without much expectation, she was momentarily at a loss for words.