The man gestured toward the window:
"They're the remaining half."
Hewitt took a sip of wine:
"You killed half."
The man revealed a wistful expression:
"Half, that word truly sounds pleasant."
Hewitt looked at his face without saying a word.
The man basked in self-indulgence for a moment.
Then abruptly burst into cheerful laughter:
"Just kidding, it's merely because I didn't prepare two steaks, and then I was inspired when I saw the half steak remaining."
The brown-haired man said:
"Allow me to introduce myself, I am Count Cyrus."
Hewitt said:
"I'm Hewitt."
Cyrus said:
"You must be an aristocrat too, Mr. Hewitt."
Hewitt said:
"Just a young baron, hardly worth mentioning."
Cyrus said:
"I quite like talking to civilized people because, in this place, there's only a bunch of country bumpkins, and they can't understand many of my decisions."
Cyrus picked up his knife and fork:
"You saw that, right? The poor bastard."
Hewitt said:
