Chapter 10

Cadel slowly lifted his teacup. Lowering his eyes awkwardly, he caught sight of his messy reflection in the yellowish tea. Faint ripples shimmered across the surface. He took a slow sip, as if savoring it to the fullest, and set the cup down just as slowly. “…It is an honor. I’m grateful enough that you provided a healer, but to be served such precious tea… Viscount Stra, you are truly a merciful man.” Across from him sat Viscount Stra, legs casually crossed. His graying hair was slicked back without a single strand out of place, his thin, fox-like eyes slanted upward, and his crooked mouth was devoid of even a hint of mercy.