‘What are you up to?’

Grid was the person who previously beat Hurent in just five seconds. Consequently, Grid was able to anticipate that Hurent resented him for the aftermath of the ‘five seconds’ incident. Yet... 

‘What is this?’

What was this loving attention?

‘I feel very uncomfortable.’

Seeing Hurent’s shining gaze, Grid felt burdened and turned away. It was an effort to wake himself up.

‘I have to think about it first.'

Grid judged this and opened his mouth to say, “Did you take the wrong medicine? Why are you looking at me with such eyes?” 

He was wary. However, Hurent was trying to appeal to him with his eyes, so Grid couldn’t make any rash moves. 

‘I have to grasp the intent behind his ways to understand what he is interested in.’

It was fine. He could do it. Grid had spent the last year trying to use his head! He encouraged himself, thinking he no longer had a stone brain.

“Huhuhut. There is no need to act. Oh, I am older than you. Can I speak in a more relaxed manner?”

As Hurent’s nonsense began, Grid fell into confusion.

“Act?”

It didn’t matter if Hurent spoke less politely, and it was strange to listen to an old man talk in a polite way the whole time anyway. Why did he suddenly say that Grid was acting though?

‘How am I acting?’

It felt like he was in front of a sphinx!

Hurent bowed to the baffled Grid. It...