"Young master, have you decided on the food you wish me to prepare for you?"
"...!"
To Zoemi's great surprise, the dark-blue-haired butler didn't change his demeanor immediately after entering the mansion and instead asked in a soft, devoted voice.
"I... um... I don't have anything that I particularly dislike or can't eat... feel free to prepare anything that's not too fancy."
"!!!"
The black-haired boy shrugged his shoulders awkwardly, but for whatever reason Benevirau flinched and his chin trembled again.
"Wh-why are you doing that...? Have I said something offensive?"
If the young-looking butler was doing that to throw Zoemi off, he certainly was succeeding splendidly, as the black-haired boy had no idea how he should act around him.
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