"Don't want to answer yet, it doesn't matter, so drink some water first. I just asked the maid-in-waiting to bring it from the kitchen before he came."
Water is fruit juice, and no matter what kind of fruit it is, Suvarre doesn't matter. Looking at him means pouring beautifully colored liquid into a golden cup, and then whispering when he sees the other party alienated.
"Rumpei also drank, don't be too distant from her. When she was young, she was very close to her, just like the same pregnant brother, and didn't need to care too much about the name."
At some point, I laughed, and I was glad that all the people in front of me had forgotten the past. "Yes."
Then he poured the juice into another glass, raised it, and drank it, and as usual, Shuvale suddenly decided to stop playing the fl
