Almeida opens her mouth to Jared looking for words.
"Get her a lady standing in front of the door listening. It would be bad to let them stand in the hallway forever. Besides, I think you brought me some tea, see?"
"Uh, yes. - Is that you, Olivier?
Olivier, who looked awkward when he opened the door, stood with a tray.
I saw pots and teacups that smelled like tea, and I could tell they prepared tea for me.
"You know, I couldn't calm down much earlier, so I was hoping..."
"You listened because the content was content. Damn it, Jared, notice too."
"Excuse me. I was too focused on talking to Almeida. Come in, Olivier."
"Thanks"
Grab a tray and invite them into the room.
I haven't been asked anything special about it, but it's also true that it was something I never told Olivier.
Jared doesn't talk a lot. I'm not trying to talk. Olivier was prepared not to be surprised to hear anything more about it in her cohabiting life. But Glass Cherry Blossom, a dragon girl targeting Jared, showed up and learned from her mouth that she had fought dragons. Almeida, a teacher who taught more battles, showed up.
Needless to say it was a series of surprises against my readiness.
This is how Olivier showed up with tea, also out of a desire to know about Jared.
Yennie will feel the same way, but she's not like Olivier. While Olivier wants to know everything about Jared, Yennie doesn't seem to care if she has something to hide because she loves Jared as she is. Of course, I'd be happy to reveal a secret, and it was Yenny who wanted to know about Jared if she could, but she could love it even if she didn't.
"Sit over here, Olivier."
"Yes... excuse me"
"You don't have to be nervous. Well, think of me as Jared's sister or mother."
"I think you're more nervous."
I don't know if it's a joke or not. Jared watches how it goes without saying a word. It just kind of shouldn't be my fault that I'm getting very stomachached just watching the two of us interact.
"Before that - Jared. You have to leave."
"Why not?
"I can't believe you want to hear maidens talking to each other, you pervert."
"... maiden?
I had a slight doubt in my mouth, and it shriveled from Almeida as well as Olivier with a sharp eye.
"Here, get out of here!
Almeida takes the tray and kicks Jared straight out into the hallway.
When he closed the door without giving it while he raised his voice of protest, he lowered his hips to the chair provided for him in the room.
"Sit down, too. The tea you brought me is gonna get cold."
"Yes, then..."
Olivier and Almeida across the street in the form of a pinch of a table.
Sometimes it had been found out that she was listening, and Almeida seemed to enjoy watching her, to Olivier wondering how to find the trigger for the conversation.
But you just felt sorry for me, and I opened my mouth when I smiled bitterly.
"I'm sure you have a lot to ask me. I wanted to talk to you, too. It's not about daughter-in-law, but let's talk."
"Of course it is. Let me tell you something."
Olivier replies to Almeida, who deliberately utters the word "daughter-in-law," etc. Then, smiling, Almeida nodded.
"Fine. I liked you. As a matter of fact, I've only looked into Jared and you a little since I came to this country. Honestly, Olivier Alway rumors aren't very good. If you don't have eyes for Jared's woman, or you couldn't say no because of the title, you've done a lot of guessing."
"I think it's normal to think so when you hear my rumors."
The trigger is a bad rumor circulated by my sister Emilia Alway, but it was definitely Olivier who took a ride on that rumor just to relieve stress.
Bad rumors were really just the right thing to do to keep untrustworthy people away from situations where mothers and children were about to get into.
"But I was horrified to see Olivier Alway with these eyes and find out it wasn't like a rumor. Just a little bit, some seem selfish and imposing, but there's no such thing as a perfect person. Oh, I'm sorry if I disturbed you. I say what I want to say. I don't even care about the title. I'll say whatever I want to say, no, the king, the duke."
"I don't mind. Don't worry, I'm not handicapped either. Besides, it would be easier if you didn't hesitate to tell me."
"I knew you were a good boy. If you're a noble lady who grew up spoiled, you're either angry or crying. Not the kind of kid who tried to move on with a hard experience."
Olivier thought he would get impressive Almeida words, but didn't feel very complimented.
"Bad rumors weren't true, and I don't know how Jared got engaged to you, but I found out. I can't say no, but I think it's a good idea to marry you if you're going to live in this country."
"That sounds like a possibility to live outside this country, though?
You're right.
"-"
Olivier's heart rings like an early bell.
I didn't want to think about Jared leaving this country or anything.
I don't want to imagine being the benefactor who saved my family and who I fell in love with for the first time, being gone, etc.
Olivier is aware that she is getting weaker. When my mother and Trane and I lived together, we were in a vanity, strong or not, but now we may not be able to do it anymore.
There's Jared and there's Yenny. He's doing well with the assassin's pfile. I'm happy, happy, and happy with my routine. That's why I don't want to let go.
"I also know how hard it was for you and your wife to get their lives targeted from the side room. It may be a common story for nobles, but it was hard. I admire the fact that I have always protected my wife. But... that's enough, right?
"How about that, say?
I'm nervous and thirsty.
He doesn't want to hear any more of Almeida's words.
But ruthlessly Almeida uttered Olivier's least desirable words.
"You parents and children were saved by Jared, even though the side chamber wasn't tied up. So it's time - to let my pretty apprentice go."