âWhatâs the matter?â
If you have something to say, do it quickly. Youâre not supposed to annoy people when they are trying to eat. I looked at him sullenly, so Kirsec kept his mouth shut.
What kind of tea time do I have to have with a child like that? For him to spend a lot of close time watching and learning from myself. Dissatisfaction with the Grand Duke grew wildly, but I persevered and decided to enjoy the dessert in front of my eyes. Anyway, as long as I spend time in moderation, thatâs enough.
Mrs. Seryl came with me, filled Kirsecâs teacup, and stood back to wait. Kirsec didnât seem to want to speak first, so I drank the orange-flavored tea that Mrs. Seryl poured for me, and savored the sweet dessert to my heartâs content.
Tasty! So delicious! Sweet! Fantastic!
It was such a fantastic taste that if I had been alone, I would have jumped and ran all over the place. It was sweet, soft, and melted in your mouth. If I can eat something like this, I would have come to the Grand Dukeâs residence occasionally.
So, I had a very satisfying tea time that I didnât even notice Kirsec. Even if I felt a stinging gaze in the middle, I pretended not to know.
After drinking two more cups of tea that Mrs. Seryl refilled, and having eaten enough to feel like I couldnât eat dinner, I released my hand.
In the meantime, Kirsecâs face had become even grouchier. He didnât even eat the cake in front of him, but scattered them in pieces. That is a bad sign. He didnât even know that was a waste of food.
Tea time is over, now I have to go home. I got up from my seat and bowed my back towards Kirsec.
âThank you for the meal, Iâll be on my way.â
It was a more satisfying tea time for me if there was no word of conversation. Excited, I was about to go home, but Kirsec jumped up. And with thumping footsteps, he stood in front of me. The face looking at me is full of dissatisfaction.
Was he going to make a fuss about whipping me again because it didnât go his way? I donât have any immunity privileges anymore, no wonder. I was nervous as Kirsec showed an unusual expression with a red face.
âHey, if you want to hit me, you can hit me!â
But what he said was beyond my common sense. I stared blankly at Kirsec, who was exhaling vigorously and breathing heavily.
I donât know what stupidity this is. No. Isnât the word âstupidâ insufficiently absurd? Was I hearing hallucinations from eating too much sweets?
As I opened my mouth and blinked my eyes, Kirsec abruptly pushed his cheek to me. And he said like a horse running to the end with madness.
âCome on, slap me on the cheek!â
Are you begging me to slap you on the cheek? Why?
I managed to resist the swearing coming out. I really donât know why heâs doing this. Could it be that I hit him and opened his eyes to a strange world? If itâs true, was he the kind of person who feels the thrill when getting hit? Oh my God⦠did I awaken this guyâs secret taste? Iâm going crazy.
As someone who has lived in the modern world, I know that I have to respect the tastes of others. But my taste wasnât to feel blissful when hitting. So, shouldnât my taste be respected as well? Of course, I donât think this kid knows what respect means.
Anyway, Iâm not a person who discriminates because someone has a unique taste, but I hesitated and backed off at Kirsecâs request. Then Kirsecâs eyes became fierce.
I timidly took another step forward with the look in his eyes that seemed to say, âDare you, are you avoiding me?â rather than âDare you, to hit me?â Then, Kirsec, who was about to explode, seemed to have calmed down a little. But the expression on his glare at me was even more serious.
Seriously, do I really have to hit him?
âHere, come on.â
As I hesitated, Kirsec pushed out his cheek again. I cried at that action. Suddenly I remembered what my father had said.
This sounds like the âstrange thingâ my father said, should I run? But rather than dangerous⦠not. If I was caught hitting the Young Master, it is a death sentence. Besides, itâs dangerous because I have no immunity right now. No matter how much Kirsec asked to be beaten first, it was not a normal situation in the eyes of others. So I first talked to Kirsec to calm him down.
âWhy all of a sudden?â
Kirsecâs extended cheeks found its place. However, his face was filled with displeasure, probably because he was dissatisfied that I didnât beat him as requested. I didnât like that eyes looking at me.
âItâs you!â
Itâs me?
Kirsec, who roared like that, blushed and snorted, instead of continuing his words. As I waited for him to speak, I looked at him blankly, not knowing the situation, and he stomped his feet. It looked like he couldnât overcome his temper.
Still, seeing no mention of whipping came out, was it better? Since that day, it seems that he has been receiving proper education from the Grand Duke.
But why canât he tell me what it is about?