Edric had great expectations for interpreting the ancient slabs.
This is because he often thought of Lobel, who was smiling with Manellano while holding stone slabs.
Lobel would obviously enjoy it more if he were with him because he loved the stone tablet so much that he laughed so hard with that punk.
However, interpreting ancient stone slabs was not as interesting as expected.
â⊠Itâs heavy, and my hands hurt.â
Edric stretched his numb hands.
He had to hold the stone with his left hand without a break and move the fountain pen with his right hand. The movement itself was easy, but it was like a kind of labor.
He often felt this way when he helped his mother in his hometown. It was a job to create two eyes with buttons on the face of a teddy bear.
The unhappy past came to mind, but Edric didnât bring it out of his mouth.
The first reason was that Lobel was working harder than he was, and the second reason was his pride.
Manellano was the most dignified and noble boy he had ever seen.
He hated to admit it, but he was also the most good-looking boy he had ever seen.
âHe even offered Lobel the servant job directlyââ
He was glad Lobel turned down the offer, but apart from that, he felt bitter.
No matter how much Lobel liked him, he was a human too, so he might have made the comparison inside.
Even if they were with the same nobleman, the two boys were different in their natural origins and dignity.
Although he was proud of himself, there were times when he followed that punk and made an arrogant expression when he looked in the mirror.
ButâŠIt literally just stopped at the level of following. Regrettably, no matter how hard he tried, he couldnât catch up with the slack in his body in a short period of time.
In the meantime, he didnât want to bring up the unpleasant stories of the past. Maybe Lobel will also feel dirty when hearing it.
He wanted to hide it. This was a weakness that Edric himself didnât know about.
And he had one more thing to hide.
âLobel, Iâm going to the bathroom, too.â (t/n : It seems that âbathroomâ is just an excuse to leave the room for a moment.)
As soon as Edric finished the second task, he spits out this lie.
It was a word that he had practiced dozens of times from Lobel while he went to the bathroom earlier, so, fortunately, it flowed naturally.
Lobel was always on the fast side in all actions, including walking.
Even in the brief moment of spitting out the words, Lobel, standing close in front of his masterâs shoes, smiled and responded to the words.
âYes, thank you for your hard work. Iâll bring you some water to wash your hands.â
âThatâs not what I meant.â
ââŠ.?â
Lobel, who was organizing gloves that turned black enough to find no original color due to long stone slabsâ interpretation, blinked in wonder.
Edric took a breath for a moment, and then he spoke to Lobel in a firm tone.
âIâm going to the bathroom, too.â
âBathâŠroom?â
âYeah. Bathroom.â
He emphasized it even more strongly, just in case he was caught lying.
Lobel is also quick-witted, so he will be caught if he sees even a small gap.
In factâHeâs quite often caught trying to hide a few things.
Lobel may not have expected it at all, but he was more careful in front of him than in front of others. So was the action, the tone, the expression.
Then Lobel looked as if he had heard something out of the ordinary.
âIt was an absurd assumption, but he seemed to have noticed his lie.
His conscience was pricked when he followed his eyes as if he were serious.
But Edric didnât change his mind. He wouldnât have used this lie as an excuse if he had.
He quickly pulled on the string as if driving a stake through his willpower.
Then Crimson, who had been waiting outside the door for a while, came in as if he had been waiting.
âYes, Young Master.â
âIâm going outside, so you help me. Lobel will stay here.â
âYes, yes. Iâll take you there.â
Crimson acted as if he knew everything.
He stood straight behind his wheelchair and grabbed the handle. Lobel didnât even have time to step up.
Edric was relieved inside. He thought he was slow, but he was faster than he looked.
When he saw the servants talking outside earlier, he simply said, âCome upâ through the window, but they came to him like this.
But Edric didnât even praise him.
Although Crimson might be useful right now, it wasnât meant to be used for long.
This is because he often acts unnecessary and intrusive.
It was like that before, too.
ââŠ.â
Edricâs expression turned cold for an instant.
He felt his stomach twist again as he recalled Crimson stroking Lobelâs head outside.
If he had this kind of guy for a long time, he thought he would get angrier, let alone get better.
Anyway, now was the time to put it to good use rather than throw it out. So, Edric endured the feeling of twisting in his stomach and said.
âLetâs go, Crimson.â
âO, oh! Wait! Wait for a second!â
Lobel blocked the wheelchair before it moved a single inch.
He has an expression like âU, ugh. This doesnât seem rightââ
Edric purposely kept his eyes on Robelâs hands because he might change his mind if he made eye contact.
Fortunately, just looking at Lobelâs warm hands earlier seemed to melt the guilt and anxiety a little.
However, upon closer examination, Lobelâs fingernails were amazingly similar to the ownerâs.
All ten fingernails were large and smooth even though his wrists and fingers were thin.
As he looked at each shape as if they were engraved in his eyes, he heard his bewildered voice.
âThat⊠Young Master. Canât you go to the room attached to the terrace and use the bathroom?â
âLobel, are you going to disobey my orders?â
As Lobel kept trying to stop him, Edric eventually brought out the last resort.
Ironically, this was just the thing that Lobel gave at dawn.
[If the aide or other people come to you and make an unreasonable request, say no, and then say this. âAre you disobeying my orders?â]
[âŠWhy?]
[Here, there are only three people who will disobey the Young Masterâs orders. ]
[That⊠Itâs Lobel⊠The Duke and that woman?]
[No way, it canât be.]
Lobel said, pulling the corners of his mouth together as if he had heard a funny joke, then picking one by one with his fingers.
[The Duke, the Duchess, and Sir Blivan.]
The two of them were holding hands while they were talking.
When Eric heard about it, he thought it was really strange.
He thought that the person who disobeyed the most was truly missingâ.
Anyway, he had no idea it would be so useful.
â⊠Youâre not going to get mad, are you?â
Instead of accepting what he told him, he was at a loss for words.
Certainly, there was no sign of resentment or anger against the owner, even though he seemed embarrassed.
Edric, who quickly fixed his eyes to the original position, was deeply relieved inside. Heâs glad Lobel wasnât angry.
âT, then⊠Canât I follow you too?â
âHey. Are you going to follow the Young Master to the toilet?â
Crimson, who couldnât watch any longer, argued as if he were crazy.
Then, as if when he had ever only looked at Lobelâs hand, Edric quickly turned his head and glared at Crimson fiercely.
âWhatâs up with your attitude when talking to Lobel?â
The spirit flinched at Crimsonâs large body.
This is because Edricâs expression was rougher than when he said he wouldnât eat or throw things.
Whatever the mercenary life was like, it was nothing like dealing with the aristocracy.
No, by the way, what did I do to Lobel?
Come to think of it, Crimson felt unfair, but then he apologized.
âHmm⊠hmm. I apologize.â
âEnough. Letâs just go. Lobel, get out of my way.â
Edric said firmly, fearing that he might get caught again.
Then Lobel couldnât catch anymore. He stood aside so that the wheelchair could move even though he looked embarrassed.
Edric purposely fixed his eyes only on the front. His heart pounded again with guilt as he passed Lobel on his way to the open door, then he clenched his hand on his lap.
Soon, the wheelchair wheel being pushed by Crimson reached the hallway.
And as the wheel was about to turn in the direction of the bathroom, Edric gave an order.
âGo where the Duke is.â
******
âOnce again, the Young Master did it in the end.â
The aideâs voice overflowed with pride.
The Duke, on the other hand, had a face without much emotion. He leaned against the window and scanned the wad of paper slowly.
The slowly setting sunset made his cheeks reddish.
The aide carefully added, looking at the side profile that resembles Young Master but is different.
âIsnât that an amazing achievement considering heâs only recently learned to write?â
He defended his poor handwriting, which was no better than a three or four-year-old child.
Instead of answering, the Duke turned over the paper. The moment the paper stayed between the long fingers was not long.
The aide looked at it and thought to himself.
âAfter all, blood canât lie.â
Since a long time ago, the Duke has had the ability to learn anything faster than others.
So, wouldnât the Young Master be able to read and write quickly like the Duke?
So the aide smiled proudly again, and the Duke laughed low.