He is Noctonâs personal attendant for many years who was brought to the house by Patricia Edgar.
He was lowering his gaze with an expressionless face as if nothing had happened.
âIâve never seen this cup, Bello.â
âYes, this is a new one from the East.â
The appearance of the cup was well matching with the color of the reddish-black tea.
But itâs not a silver cup. There was no deciphering magic on it.
Only then Nocton did realize.
The employee never taste the tea whenever she came.
Patricia Edgar, of course, didnât do anything when Nocton greeted his guest.
Nocton knew it, but he was always careful.
You couldnât expect your opponent to behave the same way forever.
However, he did not want to loosen the tension, and instead did his best to remain calm.
In front of her, in front of Roa Valrose.
The fact that heâs only realized this right now makes his heart distorted.
It was even worse for him to see Valrose smiling proudly.
The aroma of the rose tea tickled Noctonâs nose, even though he did not hold the cup in his hand.
Even if he tried to pretend he didnât know, there was a subtle intrusive smell mixed between the calm scent of the tea.
No, itâs weird to pretend not to know.
Itâs a matter of what to do.
He looked down at the cup in front of him with sunken eyes.
âYouâve become very skilled.â
âThatâs right!â
âI think the tea will taste very delicious, but Valrose, if you donât mind ⌠I think Iâm not worthy enough to enjoy this nice tea.â
She frowned, as if she couldnât understand him.
Nocton smiled at her.
Itâs hard to manage his facial expression when his feeling was a mess, but he forced his eyes to open.
Fortunately, it didnât look like there was anything wrong on the outside.
âI want to give it to my servant.â
âMy lordâŚ.?â
âBello is like my hand and feet. Itâs been six years since heâs been around and taking care of me. It wonât be any difference if I drink or Bello.â
Nocton, speaking in a gentle voice, looked at Bello.
Other emotions begin to mix with the intense tension felt by the servant.
Suspicion, anxiety, fear.
The expression of the servant, which had remained firm, was also shattered and began to show his true emotions.
âItâs all right. Lady Roa made it in personââ
âBello.â
Drink.
âYouâre not trying to disrespect my sincerity, are you? Are you trying to shame me in front of the Lady?â
Itâs your own poison, so put it in your mouth.
The words of honor were greeted with trembling hands. The teacup was tilted for a moment. But soon the cup returned to its original state, and the tea in the cup did not disappear at all.
Noctonâs eyebrows have tilted slightly.
âWhy donât you drink it? It looks like youâre disregarding your sincere devotion.â
âThatâs not it! Iâm just, uh, itâs a little hotâŚ.â
âDrink it all. Donât shame your master, Bello Leopard.â
Even though Nocton said so, he did not raise the cup.
The way he rolled his eyes toward Valrose was somehow a form of begging for help.
Itâs stupid, Valrose doesnât even understand whatâs going on.
Youâd just think, my childhood friend was just as bad-tempered as ever.
Even if you understand, what difference will it make?
Where in the world is a nobleman sides with a servant who tried to poison his master?
In the meantime, Roa Valrose seemed too shallow.
That thought set fire to Noctonâs heart.
The boy finally decided to help the servant who had no intention of taking the tea with his own hands.
His fingertips flickered, and black mana was absorbed like a smoke.
The secret magic that no one has ever seen created a visible change.
Belloâs hand ignored his will and dipped the tea into his mouth.
âWhoop, urgh!â
âIâm afraid the tea doesnât taste good, Valrose.â
ââŚ.yeah. Should I apologize?â
âYou donât have to do that to my servant. Do you know what the tea is?â
Nocton shook his hand, laughing at the man whose face was blue.
When the magic that held his servantâs hand was gone, Bello ran out of the room as if he had waited.
âAnyway, Iâm sorry. I think Iâve caused you so much trouble, so you can go back.â
What does Valrose have in mind? She stared at Nocton with her subdued eyes.
There was no blame for him, but her face was clearly marked with indignation.
Without saying anything out of her mouth, the girl looked at him and soon rose.
Without a world of greeting, Valrose left the study.
He felt strange to see the back of her head like that for the first time.
Like someone whoâs never coming back, like someone whoâs never going to meet him againâ
No, itâs a big deal, isnât it?
Nocton muzzled his mouth, and ended up saying what he had always said.
ââŚ.Come again, Valrose.â
Valrose looked back at Nocton for a moment, and soon resumed her steps.
The quiet footsteps gradually faded away.
He was upset. He can not do it.
But he canât drink a poisoned tea.
He canât explain that the Duchess is trying to kill himâŚ.
Thinking so, the boy shook his head, thinking that he seemed to make an excuse for himself.
Itâs a little more of a caution to see Patricia Edgar came out more directly.
But itâs not important.
Itâs just like any other day, as usual routine.
Nothingâs changed, andâŚ.
However, Noctonâs feeling grew worse when he thought about it, but thoughts were not something that could stop at his will.
Nocton was no exception.
And that day, Nocton Edgar has been thinking the same thing all day.
Roa Valrose never get him a tea after that.
It was an extraordinary change.
So now that youâve checked, are you happy with my reaction? Is that funny?
In anger, I poured out my cold tea on his feet, and left the study.
All my efforts to hate Sheryl Bornaine seemed pointless, and from that day I had thrown away the hatred that was not mine.
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Even afterwards, my feelings did not get better.
Yeah, Valrose, that reminds me.
He didnât even call my name.
Although I complained about it a few times, he insisted on the name Valrose.
I endured that distanceful name, and it finally exploded.