TEASER CHAPTER 8 PART 20
"What would you
like to drink? We have everything here from traditional and modern wines,
eastern and western wines, distilled liquors, to honey and even rice
wine?"
"No, please don't
mind me..."
Nozomu, who had been
escorted upstairs to the salon by Mekria, was sitting across from her at a
table that had been prepared in a section of the luxurious gathering space.
While being offered a
drink, Nozomu's gaze, filled with tension, was fixed on the bewitching beauty
in front of him.
Meanwhile, Mekria, despite
his obvious wariness, did not seem particularly bothered and asked a passing
servant for a bottle of vintage red wine.
When the servant
opened the wine he brought, Mekria poured it into two glasses and offered one
to Nozomu.
"So, what is it
that you want to talk about?"
Without looking at the
wine offered to him, Nozomu asked a straightforward question.
"Please don't be
so nervous. I understand that you are wary of me, considering our relationship
with your friend, but for my part, I am just genuinely interested in talking to
you."
There had been no
connection between Nozomu and Mekria until now.
The only thing he knew
about Mekria was that she was working for a political enemy of the Francilt
household.
However, he had been
involved with Egrod during the daytime combat training. Above all, Nozomu was
alarmed by the gaze directed at him from behind Mekria.
“…………”
Nozomu's gaze turned
toward the source of the gaze, which would be the person behind Mekria.
Mekria, noticing that
his eyes were directed toward behind her, smiled happily and clapped her hands.
At that moment, as if
a shadow was taking shape, a figure appeared from behind Mekria.
"Hello, hello,
it's nice to meet you! I am this young lady's escort, errand boy, and outlet
for her desires..."
"Silence."
A slender man with
pale skin to the point of being sickly white appeared.
The man was dressed in
neat formal attire, but his tone of voice, which could only be considered as
joking, and his fierce, bird-like eyes, which were in direct contrast to his
tone of voice, made him look even creepier beyond belief.
"Eeh!? I finally
got a chance to talk to him, you know? We should get to know each other
better..."
"'I have not
given you permission to speak yet. Just shut that superfluous mouth of
yours."
"Tsk~~"
Despite Mekria's
verbal admonishment, the skinny man did not seem particularly bothered by it.
The man sat down at
the empty seat at the table where Nozomu and Mekria were sitting and began to
chomp down on the tea cakes that had been served to him.
