EIITAB - Chapter 107

EIITAB - Chapter 107 <When Teatime Ends >

Even if it is Trampled and Broken

Dulcinea put tea leaves she had never seen before into the strainer.

Hestia, who was watching, asked.

"The leaves are green, so they are not ripe."

"I want to drink tea like this."

"Is it so?"

Dulcinea, who had been flinching excessively, concentrated and started making tea.

The conversation stopped again, and Hestia just watched Dulcinea move.

After a while. Light green tea water began to fill the empty teacup.

"It's all done... Try it."

Hestia glanced at the teacup placed in front of her, then looked at Dulcinea and looked polite.

"Rhank you. Miss Penlot also listens."

Hestia lifted her teacup with a smile on her lips. But she couldn't drink it.

While looking at the light green tea, she inadvertently looked up and saw Dulcinea staring at her intently.

When their eyes met, she flinched and rolled her eyes noticeably. But she couldn't hold out for long and looked at Hestia again.

That gaze was very burdensome.

"Why are you looking at me like that?!"

She tried to ignore it, but honestly, it didn't work out.

The chill was getting worse, so she desperately wanted to warm herself up with something warm, but Hestia couldn't help but feel cold.

As soon as she drank this, she felt sick and felt like she would be sick all day.

So Hestia lifted her teacup away from her face, which had reached her lips.

She asked Dulcinea in surprise, who was watching her with bated breath across from her.

"Why, why don't you drink it?"

Hestia wasn't evil enough to do the same to her opponent just because she was being rude to her.

Rather, she belonged to the category of people who stubbornly tried to be polite.

"It's tea time."

So she smiled quietly and pointed with her eye to Dulcinea's teacup.

The idea was to lift it together. There was some calculation that if she turned Dulcinea's gaze back to the teacup like that, her piercing gaze at Hestia would also go away.

"I thought you were overly nervous."

As if the excuse that Hestia had provided for her was something to keep in mind, Dulcinea bit into it and placed it in her mouth.

"Ah, yes yes. I'm a little nervous... This is my first time brewing it properly, so I don't know how it tastes..."

It was a quite frantic answer, but Hestia didn't care.

Until this time, Dulcinea, who she was dealing with, had usually been distracted.

"Let's drink."

"... Yes."

The two raised their teacups at the same time.

While Dulcinea looked into the tea, Hestia drank her warm liquid without any hesitation.

Dulcinea's gaze caught her attention again and she looked at Hestia like before.

Dulcinea made an expression as if she had also drank her tea and then put down the teacup before Hestia. Of course, the amount of tea had not decreased at all.

Meanwhile, a smile appeared on Hestia's lips.

She really liked the smell of the scent lingering in her mouth.

Hestia asked, admiring her search instead of putting the teacup down on the saucer.

"What tea is it? The scent is unique."

"This and that... I heard it was a combination."

"Is it so?"

When Hestia first saw the tea leaves being taken out, it looked like a single species.

'Did you know I was going to ask you to share the tea leaves?'

Hestia didn't ask any more questions and just nodded her head as if she understood.

Dulcinea asked impatiently.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes. It smells and tastes good."

Hestia had no desire to be friends with a woman who loved her husband, but she had no reason to lie, so Hestia nodded her head obediently.

Then Dulcinea's face relaxed.

After that, she behaved uncharacteristically of someone nervous just a moment ago. Sometimes she looked at Hestia and giggled as if she couldn't stand it anymore.

"Since you said you like this tea, how about drinking it together in the future? As you can see, it hasn't been roasted, so it looks like it will spoil quickly. Then it would be a waste."

Hestia could not immediately respond to her unexpected proposal.

Dulcinea was her conundrum. She was someone she couldn't quite figure out how to deal with.

'I don't misunderstand Aslan.'

This was the result of her own investigation after coming to Kalathi Castle.

At first, Hestia thought the relationship between the two was special. Of course, it was true that Aslan treated Dulcinea specially. But it was a form close to family love based on responsibility.

In short, Dulcinea was one of the people Aslan had to protect.

'But it won't be Dulcinea.'

Hestia was able to declare.

A bitter smile appeared on her lips.

'And maybe!'

She was, with a high probability, the one who would rise to this position after Hestia herself died.

That was why Hestia dealt with Dulcinea.

'It's a kind of courtesy.'

As Hestia's hesitation became longer for those reasons, Dulcinea added.

"It's better to drink tea together. Isn't that right?"

"...Is it so."

Hestia eventually surrendered to Dulcinea's urging.

'It's not like we're stuck together all day.'

There was no reason why she couldn't give Dulcinea about 30 minutes of her time a day.

'I like this tea too!'

Hestia consoled herself by saying that since it was a decision, let her take it easy.

And most of all, Hestia believed in Dulcinea's insincerity. Even though she had promised herself first, it was not easy to picture her faithfully coming to her room every day.

"Thank you for accepting the offer."

Is it because she lost her mind?

Dulcinea continued her words with a more relaxed look on her face and an excited voice.

It was precisely from then on that Hestia felt her discomfort.

"Oh, by the way, I was surprised a few days ago."

"Why? What happened?"

Hestia asked appropriately.

Then Dulcinea said, looking at Hestia provocatively.

"I went to bring breakfast to Aslan's room, but, well, there wasn't any."

Her red lips were smiling, but her blue eyes were cool.

A name that is called without hesitation.

Normally, Hestia would have overlooked it, but for some reason, the hand she was holding the teacup in hers kept gaining strength.

It started from there. Something strongly clawed at Hestia's emotions.

'Let's not be agitated.'

Hestia said, closing her eyes and bringing her teacup to her lips again to hide her expression, afraid that her messed up feelings would appear on her face.

"I guess our paths diverged."

However, it seems that Dulcinea had no intention of leaving it at that.

"I thought so too, but Aslan came out of the Duchess' room."

"..."

"I was really surprised because it was my first time seeing it."

Smiling, Dulcinea watched Hestia's reaction.

"Are you still sharing the same room?"

The fire was sparkling in her eyes as she put into her mouth the words that had not been filtered out of her head.

"Ah! Don't get me wrong. I'm asking because I'm afraid I might make a mistake."

Hestia looked down at the glass she was sipping from.

'It's time to end tea time!'

Before she knew it, the floor was exposed.

"Miss Penlot."

Hestia did not raise her voice once. But there was a power in that voice that Dulcinea could not ignore, and she could not ignore it.

Dulcinea stopped all her actions as soon as she heard her name as if she had been caught in a noose. She slowly turned to face Hestia.

There was no sign of frowning anywhere on Hestia's face.

Hestia calmly opened her lips.

"I hope you don't cross the line."

In the end, this place will be yours.

'But not until I die.'

The seat next to him is mine, right?

Although Hestia had to embrace her guilt a little, she wanted to indulge her greed to that extent. Anyway, she won't be able to go to the land of rest where God resides, so there's no need to live only doing good deeds.

Dulcinea blinked her eyes at Hestia's cold words.

"Yes?"

She felt that her voice was shaking very unpleasantly.

Hestia let out a light sigh and spoke in a tired voice.

"I have no obligation to reveal intimate matters between husband and wife to you, who is a third party."

"...!"

"I don't have any hobbies like that."

Her purple eyes gazed coolly at Dulcinea.

"Excuse me...I was rude. That wasn't my intention."

Her clenched emotions could be seen in the way she clenched her teeth, but Dulcinea put her words of apology into her mouth more obediently than she expected.

It would be better to leave it like this.

Hestia gently closed her eyes and opened them.

"I'll think you're excited because you think I'm friendly. There is no other lady of our age in the Dukedom of Kalathi."

"Thank you for your generosity..."

Dulcinea, who reluctantly lowered her head, rolled her eyes.

Then something came into view. A color immediately appeared on her face.

"Isn't that Aslan's gown?"

As she turned her gaze, Hestia caught Aslan's robe, which she had touched earlier.

"Oh, that....."

Before Hestia could finish speaking, Dulcinea spoke in an excited voice.

"I'll bring it to him."

Hestia's eyes slightly frowned.

Unfortunately, the topic that Dulcinea was talking about did not seem to be very good this time.

It didn't seem like even a minute had passed, but she didn't like Dulcinea's carelessness in showing that she didn't even listen to her warning.

Even if everything became Dulcinea's someday, Hestia had no intention of giving up anything in this room right now.

"No. I think it would be better not to do that either."

So she spoke in a hard voice without realizing it.

"So just leave it alone. Aslan will come to get it whenever he wants it. There must be a different reason for putting it here."

Should Hestia stop here?

For a brief moment, she thought intensely, but in the end, it was emotion, not reason, that gave her victory.

Hestia's lips opened again.

"And since Miss Penlot is single, I don't think it would be a good idea for you to go in and out of his room alone now."

This is what Hestia said next.

"A title, after all."

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