When Edric asked, Crimson can’t control his eyes that contain confusion with such as ‘—What did this master eat wrong? Why are you doing this all of a sudden?’
Wasn’t it the Young Master who didn’t even mention a word even if dozens of servants changed during that time?
So he was able to tell the butler that Rovel could be in charge of guidance for about a day or so.
Originally, Edric’s permission was necessary for the procedure, but everyone thought there would be no problem.
But now he was angry as if he had lost his crutches.
His eyes were even worse than before when he was throwing things or doing the bullying.
Crimson swallowed a gulp and said.
“That’s… I apologize…”
“….”
Edric didn’t throw anything, but he acted the same way he used to. He stared at them with furious eyes and went back into the blanket.
The servants looked at the prepared meals and medicine bottles with embarrassment.
Recently, thanks to Rovel, he ate some, not all of them, so no one expected that he would refuse like this.
The servants exchanged their eyes, asking each other to step up. But no one opened their mouths.
As the food slowly cooled down, Crimson hit his forehead.
He can’t help but remember Rovel’s expression when he persuaded him to feed him; he didn’t have the skill he deserved.
Then— Should he at least say what that punk said—?
Crimson, who made up his mind, stepped up.
“Young master.”
“….”
“Ekhem, there was something Rovel said to me in the morning.”
He must be listening, right—?
Crimson muttered helplessly as he looked at the unmoving pile of blankets.
“Even if I die, I don’t want to be separated from the Young Master, but the Duchess orders me to go. Since this is the best way, take good care of the Young Master—”
“….”
“And… The Young Master will understand like that. Well… One mind or something like that… Anyway, he said he believes in the Young Master. He knows that you will wait for him.”
For some reason, Crimson coughed several times because his voice seemed to be getting worse and worse.
He regretted saying it for nothing, but then something great happened. The blanket, which had not even moved, slid down.
Edric, who was still sullen, gave an order to Crimson.
“…Bring it.”
…Does this really work?
It was an incredible situation, but he hurriedly took his meal before he changed his mind.