Benevirau was looking so miserable as if his world had crumbled down right in front of him.
This was also the first time that Zoemi couldn't just say that it could have been acting – there was just something about the utterly heartbroken dark-blue-haired young-looking butler that made his sorrow seem genuine.
...even for the skeptical black-haired boy...
"Young master, you seem to know both about the Ghosts and Aspakeony, so that will make things a lot easier to explain. Would you... give me a chance to explain myself before you will condemn me...?"
Benevirau asked as his shoulders trembled – well, not just shoulders – the dark-blue-haired butler was trembling as if whatever was keeping him together for a thousand years had finally started to give out.
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