Count Kraus turned to face Damian. The topic of their conversation was surprisingly about my father, Joachim Edelweiss.
Did he ever et my dad?
I don’t recall my father coming down to the south around this ti.
"By the way, Damian. Do you rember eting that bloke, Joachim, when you were little?"
"Yes, I only rember him since he was the one who suddenly grabbed my head and said, ’If you make my daughter cry, I’ll toss you into the White Night Ice Prison.’"
My body recoiled and trembled when I heard that.
What the hell was my dad spouting while he went around?!!
I couldn’t believe it. I even wondered if this was Damian’s ploy to push away.
"What? Hahahah! How old were you then?" Count Kraus guffawed.
"I was... 14 years old. It did fluster since a stranger suddenly approached and said sothing incomprehensible. But I can tell he truly cares for his daughter a lot."
"Huh?"
I had not expected him to say that. He certainly said he’d lock him up in a White Night Ice Prison, which ant he’d say much worse the next ti he saw him.
I couldn’t help but to blush at what Damian said next.
"He said that she appeared fine on the outside, but she was holding it in. And that she had difficulty saying out loud what she liked and disliked, so he told to take care of her and cherish her. Also, that she loved sweets and I should give snacks when we et for the first ti. Then she would loosen her guard a little."
Dad!!!
I was well aware that my father was a fool for his child. I never imagined he would go to Damian directly and talk to him about though. It made happy because he cared for imnsely, but...
Have you no sha!!!
My expression kept sinking.
When I tilted my head to look at Damian, he was grinning as he talked, almost amused. To be more precise, he was staring at my embarrassed self.
Anyone who saw that would have thought he was mocking . However, after eting him for decades, my feelings were different.
You’re embarrassed, right? You don’t like anymore, do you?
His smiling eyes seed to say. That sight of him made blank out for a second.
How should I put this? He’s cute?
Strangely enough, that’s how I felt. If he wanted to call off the engagent, he could terrorize and get violent with like Damian did. Yet here he was smirking at like a child who pulled off a mischievous attack.
When I thought about it like that, my embarrassnt slowly faded away.
My powerful ally assisted just in ti.
"Oh, ohh! That’s why! I thought it was weird when this brat, who couldn’t handle sweets, asked for a bunch of them. So that’s what it was!"
His words made the both of us flinch. I didn’t miss a beat and made an expression which indicated I was touched.
"Pardon? Lord Damian definitely said he liked sweets."
"What? Him? Ridiculous. I don’t know if sothing’s wrong with his tongue, but he can’t eat anything sweet. Yet you’re saying he likes it? Wait, Damian, don’t tell ..."
When Count Kraus looked at Damian with a wicked leer, Damian imdiately interrupted him.
"I can eat sweets. Please don’t spread false rumors, Father."
"The false rumors are coming out of your mouth. I’ve never seen you carry a single caral since my ti raising you."
"What do you an you’ve never seen . You have, many tis. I used to have caral in my pocket every day when I was little. Also, Maria was the one who raised . What you raised was my resilience."
"The servants gave you that. You think no one in this manor knows that you don’t eat them and keep them in a box instead? Also, it’s a good thing you brought it up. Let’s take a look at that resilience I raised later today."
Suddenly, it felt like they were in a drill hall rather than a restaurant. But before things escalated, his younger brother landed a decisive blow on Damian.
"Ah, that’s right! Last ti I opened a box in your room. There were beautifully wrapped caral and candies in there! I was going to eat them, but you said I couldn’t...since they’re precious."
Damian no longer fought back.
Oh dear.
Even though his expression did not change, I could notice the tips of his ears turning red since I was sitting right next to him. That made want to hug his face and stroke it imdiately, but I thought about today’s victory, and was barely able to quell my brimming desires.
Count Kraus winked. anwhile, the young Alphonse began to finish his al. He tilted his head, not understanding why his brother’s face hardened.
I picked up the tableware and started eating again. The food tasted strangely sweet despite it not being so.
As expected, my regression seed to be quite successful this ti.
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