"Hmmm..."
"What?" Aether tilted his head, curious. "Is something wrong, sir?"
"You're wearing quite a fancy dress for a mere butler, aren't you?" One of the middle-aged guests, whom Aether had just served juice, remarked.
"If there's nothing else, I shall take my leave," Aether said calmly, stepping away from the group of bothersome men.
"H-hey!" The man tried to call Aether back, but Aether chose to ignore them.
Yeah... Aether was just Jealous!
Even though he was a teenage boy but still a man nearing his thirties and couldn't help but be jealous of other middle-aged dude's happy lives.
While serving, Aether observed the guests engrossed in their conversations and juice, while the Empress and Velc engaged in a serious discussion, Velc's expressions ranging from frown to shock.
"Heheh..." Aether chuckled to himself, recognizing the cause of Velc's reactions.
That's right.... A fucking Tournament!
