In Herbert's past life, there was a very famous joke.
The gist of it is that a famous figure meets someone head-on on a one-person path.
The other person expresses disdain and declares that they never give way to fools.
But the famous figure merely smiles slightly and says the opposite.
If this story were told at school, a teacher might say it reflects the famous person's grace and humor, cleverly diffusing the awkwardness.
But if you let Herbert tell it... it's not like that at all.
Herbert had just said that purely to make the young man, who harbors inexplicable hostility toward him, angry.
I'm just being sarcastic.
I've confessed, I said it just to provoke you.
And judging from Cyril's subsequent reaction, Herbert had obviously succeeded.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Cyril quickly realized the mockery and jest in Herbert's words, feeling his cheeks flush with heat.
He was furious, glaring at Herbert's back, and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.
