"..."
Zoemi tensed up, using up almost all of his self-control to not attack the young-looking butler on the spot.
The black-haired boy really had to continue telling himself that the dark-blue-haired man had no ill intentions while feeding him the bitter dessert that triggered the painful memories of his mother to resurface from the depths of his memory.
"Young... young master...! You came back...?"
Benevirau's chin trembled as he stepped forward and his misty-gray eyes filled with tears.
"I did. What about it – are you now going to tell me I am not the heir to the Banemor family?"
Zoemi frowned and scoffed at the young-looking butler.
He was certainly still extremely bitter – even more than the caramelized apples were...
