âWhat? Stop lying.â
âIâm not lying. I go to balls only because I have no other choice. Why should I listen to someone who keeps talking to me when Iâm so tired?â
Rubica pouted, and Edgar found her so cute that he wanted to pinch her pouting lips.
âBut youâre so smart and you remember everything I say.â
âWhat?â
âI thought you were a genius. The greatest genius in this kingdomâs history.â
That was what Edgar had heard at least a million times before, and he was sick of it. However, when it came out of Rubicaâs mouth, his ears turned bright red.
âArenât you supposed to remember that much? Or have I overestimated your capabilities too much?â
Rubica was half teasing him, but Edgar failed to notice it.
âPen.â
Ann quickly handed him a pen and paper. He then started to quickly write down Countess Tangtâs favorite drink, her favorite weather, her relatives, characteristics of her daughter and sons, what she had been paying attention to, and her habit of frowning when she talked about her husband, and a bunch of other things.
Rubica was shocked to see his hand move so fast.
âIt looked like he asked Ann because he really couldnât remember who she is.â
It was amazing. She had heard about how smart he was, but she hadnât known he was such a great man. How could he remember that much about a person who he didnât even care about? He was a human, just like everyone else. Then, how could he be so different?
âHere.â
Edgar finished writing and handed it to Rubica. She took it, still half in shock. To be honest, it was a lot of information. Even a week wasnât going to be enough for her to memorize everything.
âYouâre really great.â
Rubica exclaimed, and Edgar couldnât stop his lips from curling up. He met many people who praised his genius brain, but he never cared. Being smart and great was only natural for him, but when Rubica complimented his intelligence, he was so happy that he couldnât hide it.
âYouâre the one who is great.â
âMe? But why?â
âYouâve thought of hosting such a great meeting.â
Edgar smiled broadly to her, but that smile was just too awkward. Rubica didnât know what to say at the sudden compliment and just stared at him. An awkward moment passed, and he eventually looked away.
He was so glad that she was complimenting him, so he had complimented her in return to take a step further, but it looked like she was thinking he was complimenting her for no reason.
âBut itâs not... I complimented her because I really thought it was great.â
For the first time in his life, he thought he wasnât good at conversing with people. He wondered if he was supposed to make an excuse or something, but...
âAha, ha, hahaha.â
Rubica suddenly burst into laughter, but Edgar didnât know why she was laughing. She laughed so hard, beating the armrest of her chair while tears formed in her eyes. Edgarâs face turned tomato red.
âWhy are you laughing?â
Edgar asked as if he didnât know why, but he could guess the reason. His words and expression had all been so awkward.
âOh, itâs, khmm, itâs nothing.â
Rubica tried her best to stop laughing. She tried to stop talking lest she hurt Edgarâs high pride, but it was not easy.
âWas I that hilarious?â
Too late. His pride had been hurt. He looked disappointed just like Latte looked when the other dogs stole its jerky. Rubica wanted to laugh again, but she managed to not, only barely.
âNo, itâs not because you looked funny or something, not at all.â
She managed to calm down and kindly explained.
âThen why did you laugh?â
âWell, how should I explain this...â
She took a deep breath and looked for an appropriate word to describe her feeling, but it was difficult. Many things had combined to make her burst into laughter.
âYou are always so cold and proud. I was surprised at first to hear you say such a thing and, for a moment, I didnât know what to reply.â
Rubica spotted Edgarâs left hand anxiously wrapping and unwrapping.
âNow I should explain the next part really carefully...â
She moisturized her lips. She wasnât a good talker, but she thought he would understand if she expressed her true feeling.
âItâs just, you are so perfect. Thereâs nothing you cannot do.â
âThatâs right.â
âSo, I sometimes wondered if you were a human like me. But what you just said, the expression you made, let me know, um... there is something youâre not good at. Like, oh, youâre an ordinary person just like me. Itâs kind of relieving.â
Rubica glanced at Edgar. She was saying the perfect man had a flaw, too. She was worried that it might offend him, but thankfully, he didnât seem hurt.
âI used to think you would be great at handling women. I thought you could say something to move a womanâs heart without blinking an eye only if you wanted to.â
Now it was getting embarrassing, and Rubica had to press her hot cheeks.
âAnd it turned out I was wrong, and itâs a little embarrassing, and... oh, I cannot describe it well.â
She fanned her face with her hand while Edgar looked at her. He was glad, but one of the things she had just said troubled him.
âWhat do you mean by you thought I would be great at handling women?â
âOh, thatâs...â
Rubicaâs cheeks turned bright red. She glanced at the maids in the room. Did she have to say it when there were so many people watching? But it wasnât like they were talking about an important secret. She couldnât ask the maids to leave and come back again after only a few minutes.
âItâs just, youâre handsome and great at everything, so you must have dated many women...â
âNo.â
Rubicaâs voice got smaller and smaller. Edgar cut her short, and blood surged up to his face with anger.
âThatâs such a terrible misunderstanding. Who told you that?â
âPeople are always talking about nobles like you. They say you always change partner during balls and many women confess their love to you...â
Edgar clenched the armrest of his chair to the point that his fingernails left marks on the wood.
âShit, itâs all because of the king.â
The king had said he pitied all the women craving for Edgar and asked him to dance with them, and when Edgar did as he wanted, people started to think he was a womanizer.
He hadnât cared about what others said as the people around him knew he didnât even go on a date, much less have a serious relationship.
However, Rubica had been a low-ranked noble living in the countryside. She had no other information about him except for the rumors.
âIâm sorry.â
âNo, you shouldnât apologize.â
Rubica looked sad, and Edgar regretted yelling so loudly. Being kind was much harder than he had thought, especially because he had never restrained his anger or cared about the otherâs mood.
âWell, have you decided on the type of tea for the tea meeting?â
He decided talking more about it would do him no good and quickly changed the topic, and Rubica was glad to be saved.
âThe tea I served to your relatives a while ago. I think it would do well.â
âBut thatâs the cheapest tea. Why donât you go with the one I served you before? Thatâs better.â
âBut that cheapest tea is as expensive as gold. Plus, I liked it more.â
Edgar wanted her to wear and eat only the best. However, he couldnât force her if she didnât want it. He really wanted to recommend it again, but he managed not to.
âBut, um...â
âBut?â
âYou seem to be interested in my tea meeting...â
Rubica glanced at him. He raised an eyebrow. It probably meant he didnât know what she was talking about and she should explain.
âUm, as you like tea, I was wondering if you are going to stop by.â
She was wondering if it was okay to tell him not to come if he did want to come.
â... I canât go. Iâm busy.â
Edgar said so after thinking for a long time. That was the answer she had been hoping for. However, it didnât make her happy, she rather felt hollow and disappointed.
âOkay. I know youâre busy nowadays.â
Her voice shook, and it made Edgarâs eyes shake too. He stared at her for a long time.
â... she must be disappointed.â
Of course, he wanted to go to the tea meeting. He wanted to introduce her properly as his wife to the many nobles who would be there, but he couldnât.
âIâm sorry.â
âNo, I shouldnât have asked that in the first place. I know youâre busy.â
Rubica smiled. She thought it would be troublesome if he came as his beauty would draw all the ladiesâ attention, so she couldnât understand why she was feeling disappointed.
âWhat is wrong with me?â
It was so strange. When she first arrived at the mansion, she had wished to run into Edgar as little as possible, but these days, she kept thinking about him.
As she decided on the invitation card, she thought about him and wondered if he was doing well and if his head didnât hurt again.
âIs it because I know what is going to happen?â
She knew what will to happen to Seritos after four years and what kind of fate the Claymore Family was going to meet at that time.