“Let’s go.”

“No.”

“I said, let’s go?”

“I already told you I will not.”

“Oh come on, won’t you come with me? That dirty worm’s changed, aren’t you curious?”

“The ties of the past are already no longer. No matter the situation, it is unlawful for me to meet His Grace Alan Pendragon again. Please don’t try to force me or push me any further.”

“Force? If he comes to the castle later this year, you’ll see him anyway. What’s wrong with seeing him before that happens?”

“Yes, I will indeed see him within the year. Therefore, there is no reason for me to visit him before that.”

The girl was sitting against a chair with her back straightened, but without her back actually touching the chair. She answered quietly, then raised her cup of tea in a slow, leisurely gesture.

The girl’s hair was braided so finely that it was comparable to a work of art, and her gestures and speech were as elegant and dignified as her appearance. However, the young man facing her had a disheveled appearance as if he had just come out of bed.

The girl put down her teacup without it making any sound and spoke in a clear, polite way. It seemed that she didn’t care much about his appearance.

“Ultimately, this girl has no reason to play...