"Tsk. How come you and Fabian think alike?" Sam clicked his tongue, as if that was also Fabian's reason.
That's because we know you too well, my lord.
But I ignored it. I focused my mind on the topic.
"So, why did Mister Fabian didn't become a knight? Even if it didn't interest him, why did he choose to be a butler?" I asked, intrigued.
I didn't expect to hear such revelation about our butler. With how Fabian smiled politely, it was hard to see him in a different light.
Well, now that I thought about it, it was already hard to read Mister Fabian's thoughts. His smile never changed; whether he was digging a grave pit, stomping on a hand back to the grave, or serving me tea.
Fabian's smile were all the same! A sudden chill ran down my spine.
Would he have the same smile if he slit my throat?
