"Hmhmhm~ Oh, he is already angry~ It'll be fun~"
The bleached-blond-haired boy hummed to himself in amusement, bearing his teeth in a wild grin that would have caused the kitchen helper boy to scream in horror.
"Wh-why are you making that face!?"
The thing was, that actually happened as the kitchen helper boy just happened to arrive at the right moment to witness the beastly expression and screeched, threatened.
"I was imagining what kind of punishment I would put you through for serving me this garbage if you were my servant."
"!!!"
Rotsard glanced at the food the boy was carrying before looking up at him and scoffing mockingly, smiling even wider and in a much nastier way, causing the youngster to shiver and back off a step or two.
"Hey, don't forget to leave the food, disgusting as it may be."
"...that's why I hate carnivores so much… Wouldn't know a delicious meal even if it slapped him in the face…"
Rotsard stopped him with a gesture and called out, causing the boy to tense up and start grumbling immediately after placing the plate in front of the student and leaving…
…not really though, as the kitchen helper boy may have entered the kitchen, but began to peek curiously at Rotsard crunching through the bones as if they were as tender as the meat growing on them.
While he was considering how exactly he should mess with Justin, and whether he would have to seek the future hero out or not, once again the deofol's story proved itself to be true as Rotsard's person of interest, after the initial mishap, changed their direction and instead beelined it towards him.
"!"
"~?"
Not only Rotsard didn't need to do anything to attract Justin's attention, the future hero himself was clearly seeking him out from the moment the amused, bleached-blond-haired boy locked eyes with him.
One careful glance was enough to see the reason. Amelia was carefully watching Justin from the back. She must have caught up to him and said something that reignited the fire in the future hero's soul.
And Rotsard couldn't be more grateful to her for that.
…not that he would ever actually follow through with that gratitude, though…
"ROTSARD VALLHALL!"
Justin roared, slamming his hands against the table that the bleached-blond-haired boy was sitting by, causing the almost empty plate and unused cutlery to chatter.
"Despite claiming that the food here tastes bad, you've been using the cafeteria every day! Everyone has had enough of you already! Your lies cause other students to doubt the skills of the kitchen staff, so I'll prove once and for all that you're full of it!"
The future hero, fueled by righteous anger, continued to call out while already reaching towards the last piece of rib left on the plate, while Rotsard observed him intensely, wondering about what his next course of action should be.
"You just want to cause trouble for the…!"
And finally, while Justin was in the middle of his justice-filled speech, Rotsard glanced between his plate and the future hero, raised his head a little and simply…
"Ptfu!"
Spat right into Justin's mouth open mid-sentence.
"!!!"
"...?"
For a second, it felt as if the entire cafeteria held its breath while the peasant student froze up in place as if his brain couldn't comprehend what just happened.
"...you… I… wh… what did you…?"
Then, the future hero stepped away and faltered, putting one hand to his mouth, touching the only tiniest drop of Rotsard saliva that missed and stuck to his lip, and then pulled it away, staring at it in utter terror-stricken shock.
"Uuugh…! ...urgh…! HURGH! GHUEGH! GUREGH! HUEEEEEEEGH!"
As his brain began to work again, Justin's body trembled in disgust, and he started coughing and dry heaving, overcome by disgust.
"See? I shared some of this abomination that shouldn't be called food, and you can't handle even a speck of it. Nauseating, isn't it?"
While the future hero bent in half was attempting to rid his mouth of the foreign saliva, Rotsard turned his chair in towards him and asked in an amused voice while speaking from the most disrespectfully comfortable position in which he enjoyed the show.
"As such repugnant waste should not be allowed to pollute the world, it is my duty, as a noble who was maliciously served it, to save others from its horrors."
"HUUUEEEEEEERGH!"
Rotsard declared while picking the last piece from his plate and chewing it down in three bites.
Just as always, he grabbed a piece of white bread served alongside the dish and wiped the plate clean before swallowing the bread too, leaving no actual evidence behind while the incapacitated Justin was clutching his mouth and stomach.
"A duty, which a filthy peasant like yourself cannot handle. Clearly~"
Rotsard chuckled, leaning back into his chair, basking in the looks of either shock, anger, or disgust from the other students, all caused by his actions.
What made him grin, though, was the fact that despite all of that, none of them actually took any actions against him.
None even dared to stand up.
None put their emotions into words.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"
Although, it wasn't completely true, there was one extremely vocal person who immediately rushed in.
"WHY ARE YOU SPITTING IT OUT?! MY FOOD CAN'T BE RUINED NO MATTER WHAT IS MIXED INTO IT!"
"...guegh...!?"
It was none other than the kitchen helper boy, but the person he was shouting at and who he grabbed onto and started shaking around wasn't Rotsard, but the miserable Justin, who let out a pitiful voice when confronted.
"Na-uh! Taste it! Have a good taste! It might be diluted, but my food is definitely in there!"
"MP-FH…!?"
The boy used the fact that Justin was bending down and blocked the struggling future hero's mouth with both hands while demanding.
That might have been a bit much…
Or, maybe, not enough…?
"This dutiful peasant is right~"
"!!!"
"?!?!"
Rotsard stood up from his seat, approached the pair while they struggled, and pulled the kitchen helper's hands away from Justin's mouth, causing both to stare at him, stunned.