"Hmm? Why aren't you eating?"
"T-That..."
"Is the food not to your liking, Yuriel?"
"No—"
"I hope not. I asked our chef to prepare all the food here, especially for you."
"...I greatly appreciate it, Duke Dresvil."
"Why are you so formal to me? Aren't you the one who boldly proclaimed that I will become your father-in-law?"
"..."
"Here. Let me pour you some wine."
"...T-Thank you."
While Penelope is quietly enjoying the food on her plate, the young wizard who is sitting next to her feels like he's facing a fierce tiger and a savage lion that are ready to pounce on him at any moment. Yuriel tries to eat the steak and chew it but he cannot taste it because of his overwhelming nervousness. When the Duke pours wine into his empty glass, Yuriel can see Duke Clementine's sharp eyes glued on him. It feels like he is giving him a glass of blood instead of wine.
