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Shortly after, Edwin appeared before me with his usual innocent expression.
Haven, quick-witted, left after reading my expression. I sat there with a serious face, and Edwin, crestfallen, came and sat quietly in front of me.
“Eddy.”
“I’m sorry, Raviel!”
“For what?”
“For not allowing anyone into the palace today?”
“You did it so I could rest, right?”
“Um… or, is it the excessive amount of medicine I've been giving you secretly?”
"Why would it be wrong when you took care of my health?"
“Uh… then, maybe… about planting spies in the four ducal families to prepare for assassinations at any time?”
“What?”
“Eh? That’s not why you’re upset?”
Edwin and I were both shocked for different reasons.
‘Assassination preparations? What’s that about now?’
It freaked me out enough, but there was more.
“Then, Raviel, you discovered that I nearly pushed House Bilfort, the Count’s family, to the brink?”
“What?!”
“Yikes, not that either?”
‘You lunatic!’
