159 Appearance & Truth 2 (2/2)

Smile.

A charlatan who spits out sweet words with Nico every day. Not at all. Not at all. Why?

Ever since I started drinking tea with you, I've been in such a state every day and I'm a little confused.

I have a good time with him, too.

But for example, this perhaps very thin white magnetic, elaborate hand-painted teacup, how many people can you hire with one? Even if I'm scared, I'll never crack...

Besides, do you know this cup and this dish that goes with it? This is a familiar crest lined up with the symbol of the workshop that I inverted... Yes, the crest on the luxurious carriage that Lecter said was ”my carriage.” Apparently there is a ”crest of the Fifth Prince Lector”.

I mean, it's all his special order. Made to order.

Cups, plates, pots, sugar pots, milk pots, teaspoons and forks.

All clean, with his crest on it.

I'm sure there aren't any spare parts for the whole set. However, I was so scared that I accidentally missed one leg. At first, the hand holding the cup trembled. Besides, it's a noble ceremony to hold this with just one fingertip. No, let me hold it with both hands, please.

And when I think about that, every time I see him gracefully drinking tea with just three fingertips, I realize that I am not worthy of royalty.

I don't feel like I can live a normal life like this at all.

The outside air became cold, and the fireplace in the office was able to be lit.

At first, I was somehow noisy, and I became accustomed to living together while protecting my privacy in the private room, and the rules of living together were also consolidated. It's a beautiful form of room sharing. The bedrooms are next to each other with our opinions in agreement. But there's a door between our bedrooms so we can get around directly, so we don't even know about white marriages.

Living rooms are common, and meals are served together. While he's asleep, the shadow keeps an eye on the bedroom, and if anything happens, I run from next door.

Perfect.

And in that way, no one complains about how we somehow get along all the time, that is, that the general brings his wife to the office or takes her anywhere.

I'm sure people get used to watching it every day.

I feel like I'm starting to think that if there's one, the other should be nearby today.

Recently, I've been wandering around on my own.

”Where's the other one?

He asked me to leave you alone, and if I met Garwin,

”It's unusual, is he alone... Hmm, my sparrow says he's at the training ground right now.”

and so on.

I can see that servants and maids are always looking around to see if I'm really alone.