CH 50

“What’s the matter?”

If you have something to say, do it quickly. You’re 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, that’s enough.

Mrs. Seryl came with me, filled Kirsec’s teacup, and stood back to wait. Kirsec didn’t 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 heart’s 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 Duke’s residence occasionally.

So, I had a very satisfying tea time that I didn’t 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 couldn’t eat dinner, I released my hand.

In the meantime, Kirsec’s face had become even grouchier. He didn’t even eat the cake in front of him, but scattered them in pieces. That is a bad sign. He didn’t 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.

“Thank you for the meal, I’ll be on my way.”

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 didn’t go his way? I don’t have any immunity privileges anymore, no wonder. I was nervous as Kirsec showed an unusual expression with a red face.

“Hey, if you want to hit me, you can hit me!”

But what he said was beyond my common sense. I stared blankly at Kirsec, who was exhaling vigorously and breathing heavily.

I don’t know what stupidity this is. No. Isn’t the word ‘stupid’ 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.

“Come on, slap me on the cheek!”

Are you begging me to slap you on the cheek? Why?

I managed to resist the swearing coming out. I really don’t know why he’s doing this. Could it be that I hit him and opened his eyes to a strange world? If it’s true, was he the kind of person who feels the thrill when getting hit? Oh my God… did I awaken this guy’s secret taste? I’m 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 wasn’t to feel blissful when hitting. So, shouldn’t my taste be respected as well? Of course, I don’t think this kid knows what respect means.

Anyway, I’m not a person who discriminates because someone has a unique taste, but I hesitated and backed off at Kirsec’s request. Then Kirsec’s eyes became fierce.

I timidly took another step forward with the look in his eyes that seemed to say, ‘Dare you, are you avoiding me?’ rather than ‘Dare you, to hit me?’ 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?

“Here, come on.”

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 ‘strange thing’ 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, it’s 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.

“Why all of a sudden?”

Kirsec’s extended cheeks found its place. However, his face was filled with displeasure, probably because he was dissatisfied that I didn’t beat him as requested. I didn’t like that eyes looking at me.

“It’s you!”

It’s 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 couldn’t 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 can’t he tell me what it is about?