Perhaps because his hand had been holding the cold glass of alcohol, it felt even cooler than the sofa. Without realizing it, I rubbed my cheek against his hand.
âWhatâs your name?â
Riddenâs voice echoed dully inside my head.
âChase, Chase. Iâm not CharlesâŚ.â
âThatâs right, Charles.â
For some reason, my voice sounded as though I were wandering through the depths of the sea. My throat was burning, and my head didnât seem to be working properly.
âI really hate lies.â
ââŚâŚLies?â
Ridden tilted his head. The longer he stared at me, the more intoxicated I became.
Perhaps because of that, words that should never have made it past my brain started spilling out recklessly. Without realizing it, I lowered my head.
âDuke, you⌠hate me, donât you?â
ââŚâŚWhat?â
âYou even threw away the chocolates I gave you⌠I know you hate me because I bruised your noble behind on my first day⌠but could you please forgive me just this onceâŚ?â
âŚâŚI really couldnât afford to get kicked out.
âSo⌠are you throwing a tantrum at me right now?â
âNot at allâŚ. I mean, if I were you, Duke, and there were someone like me around, Iâd probably get so frustrated that Iâd throw him out the window. Iâm really that frustrating, arenât I?â
âAt least you know yourself well.â
Ridden casually replied as he downed his drink.
Listening to him, I felt as though I really had become the biggest piece of trash in the world.
Without realizing it, I muttered,
âI really wanted to serve you well, Duke. But I keep making mistakes, and I feel so pathetic because of itâŚâŚ. The ducal household has delicious food, the pay is good, and all the servants are kind.â
Ridden said nothing, but I continued talking without restraint.
âEven you seem kinder than I thought you would be, Duke. Iâm happy living here at the Akarut household. If I get kicked out of here, I really have nowhere to go, but I keep making stupid mistakesâŚ.â
ââŚâŚ.â
âDuke, I donât want to leave this placeâŚ.â
I sniffled without realizing it.
Ridden, who had been silently listening to me, suddenly leaned his face close to my lowered head.
âYou⌠donât tell me youâre crying?â
âIâm not cryiiingâŚ.â
ââŚâŚ.â
I sniffled once more.
âIâm just saying⌠this is how I feel.â
Even though I had already said everything, I was still afraid to hear his answer. Fearfully, I slowly raised my head and looked at Ridden.
AndâŚâŚ
Ridden, whose eyes met mine, looked as though he had just been struck by something.
I blinked at him without realizing it.
Why was he making that expression?
Without a doubt, this man was incredibly difficult for me to understand. Of all the people I had ever met, he was the most uniqueâtruly someone I had never encountered even once in my life.
Besides, I knew nothing about him beyond the rumors. What kind of person he was, what sort of thoughts he lived by.
But one thing was certain.
Ridden Akarut and I were completely different. We were entirely different kinds of people.
And for some reason, I suddenly felt that I would never be able to understand this man.
After getting completely drunk, I woke up on the sofa in Riddenâs room.
Ridden was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he had gone somewhere early in the morning.
Moreover, all the remnants of last night had already been cleared away.
Holding my head, which felt like it could split apart at any moment, I hurried toward the dining hall.
I couldnât miss breakfast.
Fueled by that one determination, I arrived at the dining hall to find Peter and Flynn waiting for me.
âYou⌠didnât make any mistakes yesterday, did you?â
I casually nodded at Peterâs question while eating the strawberry ice cream Flynn had specially made for me.
âŚâŚWait, did I?
If I had made a mistake, then I suppose it counted as a mistake.
Peter shook his head and said,
âHow am I supposed to believe anything you say?â
âI can hold my liquor pretty well.â
âThat kind of confidence is exactly what makes it dangerous.â
Peter shrugged as if he hadnât heard a word I said.
It was ridiculous, but he wasnât exactly wrong, so I quietly continued eating my ice cream.
âAbel came looking for you last night, saying you hadnât come back.â
Peter scooped another serving of ice cream and put it into my bowl.
âI actually ran into him on my way here. He looked really worried.â
At that moment, Flynn peeked his head out from the kitchen and asked me,
âCh-Chase, d-do you want breakfast? I just need to prepare it.â
âIâd appreciate that, but⌠arenât you busy?â
âI-I can do it quickly. Just wait a little!â
Flynnâs face immediately brightened at my answer, and he quickly disappeared back into the kitchen.
ââŚâŚBut arenât you supposed to go to work?â
I found it strange that Peter wasnât going to work and was simply sitting there watching me eat ice cream.
Peter lightly shrugged before answering.
âAbel asked me to.â
ââŚâŚMy brother?â
âYeah. I told him I had some free time this morning, and he said he was worried about you eating alone, so he asked me to stay with you for a while.â
âYou didnât have toâŚ.â
I felt a little sorry for Peter, who was stuck in the dining hall because of me.
âItâs fine. Iâd just be sleeping pointlessly during this time anyway.â
Peter said that as he stretched.
Of course, I felt bad for him, but I preferred having someone with me while eating rather than being alone, so I didnât tell him he could leave.
Instead, I hurriedly ate my ice cream so I wouldnât take up any more of his time.
Just as the bottom of the bowl became visible, Flynn came out carrying the food.
Tomato soup, warm bread, and a little meat.
âYou, you must be h-hungry. P-please eat.â
âThanks.â
The moment I smelled the food, I suddenly felt hungry.
And after taking a spoonful of soup, my appetite returned instantly.
Flynn watched me eat, looking proud of himself, then said he had to get back to work and slipped into the kitchen.
âYouâre going straight to work?â
âProbably. When I looked earlier, the Duke wasnât there either.â
ââŚâŚAre you sure thatâs okay?â
âItâs fine. Actually, because of that incident, Mr. Henry gave me permission to go out.â
Peter replied with a hint of envy.
âUse it before things get even busier.â
âThatâs what Iâm planning to do.â
âIâm jealous.â
âThen you should have a pleasant drinking session with the Dukeââ
âTch. Iâd rather not have it at all.â
Peter shook his head.
Well, if I were him, I definitely wouldnât accept it either.
Anyway, after quickly finishing my meal in the dining hall, I headed toward the Dukeâs office.
Even as I walked toward Ridden, all sorts of thoughts ran through my mind.
I was probably the only idiot in the world who would drink with someone of such high status and then shamelessly whine at him without fear.
I swallowed nervously and knocked on the office door.
It had only been four hours since I had left work, and now I was back again.
Thanks to that, my heart was pounding like crazy.
I paced nervously outside the door until the Duke told me to come in, then cautiously opened it.
Ridden was sitting at his desk, reading a newspaper.
I timidly approached him and asked,
âDuke, shall I bring you your meal?â
âCharles.â
âYes.â
âDo you remember what happened yesterday?â
A page of the newspaper fluttered as he turned it.
âI rememberâŚ.â
âGood. You suddenly passed out, so I thought you had died.â
Even without looking in a mirror, I could feel my face burning red with embarrassment.
With my face completely flushed, I managed to answer him.
âI-Iâm sorryâŚ.â
âI heard that enough times yesterday, so forget it. Letâs just have a meal together.â
Ridden folded the newspaper halfway and casually tossed it onto the desk.
Then he looked at me.
I had just eaten, thoughâŚâŚ But even if there was already food in my stomach, Ridden probably wouldnât care in the slightest.
And at this hour, the servants would have already finished their meals and gone to work.
He clearly knew all that and was asking anyway.
Besides, if he wanted to eat face-to-face with me, he probably intended to punish me like last time for drinking and whining at him.
I nodded and answered,
âUnderstood. Iâll have the meal prepared right away.â
âNo need. Weâll go straight to the dining hall today.â
What was going on?
Although I found it strange, I followed closely behind Ridden.
Perhaps Ridden had already informed the dining hall, because the table was filled with an abundance of delicious-looking dishes.
Ah, so that was probably why the dining hall had been so busy earlier.
Maybe because I remembered what had happened last time, my stomach immediately felt heavy.
Flynn cautiously approached me and tugged at my sleeve.
âCh-Chase⌠b-but didnât you just eat?â
âI did, butâŚ.â
âI-I didnât know you were the one eating with the Duke today. I-Iâm sorryâŚ.â
Flynn looked so apologetic that he didnât know what to do with himself.
But was this really Flynnâs fault?
Ridden probably hadnât told him.
âFlynn, Iâm fine.â
I smiled to show him that everything was okay, but Flynn just kept fidgeting anxiously.
âWhat are you doing standing there? Sit.â
Just then, I heard Riddenâs voice from where he was already seated.
I hurried over at his call.
Every dish spread across the table was expensive.
Apparently, quite a few servants had eaten like this before, because no one seemed particularly surprised to see Ridden and me together.
Meanwhile, Ridden picked up his fork first.
I swallowed nervously as I watched him.
Of course, it was true that I loved foodâŚâŚ but there was far more food this time than before, so this meal was definitely a burden for me.
Had he increased the portions after seeing how much I ate last time?
What a strange way this man had of tormenting people.
Still, I forced the corners of my mouth upward and speared a piece of salad with my fork.
YesâŚâŚ It was still much better than the days when I had nothing to eat and went hungry.
Letâs just think of it as being blessed.
As I felt the crisp texture of the salad, I glanced up at the Duke.
The Duke was looking at me too.






