When Ciel asked about the ring, Eugene opened his eyes wide, wondering what she meant about a ring.

‘Wait… a ring?' Eugene realized.

“Ah.” Eugene held up his left hand and stared at Agaroth’s ring on his ring finger. Although he was wearing a ring, he didn’t really feel it, and it didn’t hinder Eugene from clenching, unclenching, or moving his hand.

Looking back and forth between the ring and Ciel, Eugene explained, “…It’s a gift….”

“From who?” Ciel asked quickly.

It was a difficult question to answer since the ring was from Ariartelle, the dragon. He hadn’t made any vow using Draconic to not talk anything about her to someone else, but Eugene had no intention to speak about Ariartelle unless he really needed to.

“I can’t tell you,” Eugene answered with an awkward smile. Regretting telling Ciel that the ring was a gift, Eugene saw Ciel’s eyes lose focus. It wasn’t just her eyes because Ciel tightly clenched her fists and bit her previously gaped lips.

“You can’t. Tell. Me? Why?” Ciel hadn’t been planning on getting enraged about this matter. Her plan was to handle the situation rationally and calmly, but a person’s mind and emotions often contradicted the person’s rationality.

On top of that, a person often failed to objectively analyze their emotions. For instance, the person obviously looked angry, but they refused to acknowledge that they were angry.

It wasn’t that they lacked the ability to make such a judgment, but they pretended to do so even while knowing their true feelings, or they didn’t want to admit their emotions because they were embarrassed.

It also applied to Ciel because she thought she wasn’t furious and had no reason to be angry. A ring? So what? Even though she believed it was nothing, the thought didn’t naturally come to her mind as it was just a desperate self-justification.

Ciel Lionheart was a twenty-year-old human who teased and made others angry rather than getting teased...