17 Cashmere and Occamy (1/2)

It was the 24th of December, the day before Christmas.

Despite most people being festive, the Proulx manor was still calm as ever; everyone just did their work normally.

At this time of the year, many nobles were throwing banquets, balls, and such, and they would invite other nobles to attend. Of course, this didn't exclude the Proulx family but, they didn't attend most of the time.

Because most of those who invited them were only after their information network or something similar. Some would even outright propose to marry off their daughters to Casimir in order to strike a connection with the Proulx family.

In the end, it was all for power.

But, this year was a bit different. How?

Well, let's just say, a visitor with the name of Draco Malfoy came to visit. And quite obnoxiously at that.

”Casimir Proulx! I have arrived on this fine morning to bring you presents! Thank me!” He yelled right after he entered the lounge, being led by Alphonse.

Surprised by the sudden intrusion, Casimir nearly dropped the violin he was holding.

”Oh? A violin? I didn't realize that you wanted to be a street performer. Forgive me for not bringing coins today.” Draco smirked in an irritating way. ”I only brought a Cashmere scarf for our dear Casimir. Perhaps it will do.”

... Melecrit's mom!

”Good day to you as well, Draco!” Casimir tried to smile brightly but it came out somewhat stiff instead, placing his violin beside him on the empty space of the couch he was sitting on. ”Would you like some tea?”

”Oh?! Your English seems to have improved?” Draco stated in surprise as he took off his thick coat and made himself comfortable on the couch. ”And yes, I would like some tea. Thank you.”

”I've been trying my best to learn English after our first meeting.” Casimir smiled as he elegantly served Draco some tea. ”I'm glad to know that it has improved.”

”You still have a thick accent though.” Draco pointed out as he sipped his tea. ”Hmm? What kind if tea is this?! I've never tasted it before!”

He's still a brat!

”It's called Matcha green tea. It was gifted by a merchant from a country called Japan to the east.” Casimir said, deciding to put up with Draco's brattiness. At least until Alphonse goes away.

”Well, it's quite good. Maybe I'll ask father to have some servants get some of these.” Draco said as he took another sip and put the cup down. ”Now that we've had the time to actually have a proper conversation rather than you pulling me around to go to who knows where, I have realized that you're not bad to talk to.”

Just as Casimir was about to smile, Draco continued. ”At least your intellect is a bit better than a dog's.”

This Brat!!!

Casimir just sighed to himself. ”What exactly is your purpose in coming here, Draco?”

”As I've said before, I'm here to send you presents.” Draco said indifferently and handed a small package to Casimir. ”Here. It's a late birthday present and a Christmas gift.”

”Oh. I see. Thank you.” Casimir mumbled, feeling a bit guilty since he had no presents to give him.

Perhaps seeing Casimir's discomfort, Alphonse came forwards to whisper something in Casimir's ear.

Moments later, Casimir's eyes lit up. ”Indeed! How could I forget about that?”