Chapter 51 – 33-1. Late Evening.

“What can I do with you…”

Sitting arrogantly in a luxurious chair, at Allen’s feet was Daos, a former dealer exiled from the casino who had lost the game, with his head bowed on his knees.

“If you’d forgive me for the rude behavior I’ve done so far…!”
“That’s the default option, you bastard. Why did you act on me the first day we met?”
“…”
“Maros. Apparently, this friend needs to be beaten again to open his mouth.”

Seeing Daos, who couldn’t say anything like a mute who had eaten honey, heated up Allen’s words, and Maros, who was standing next to him like an aide, tapped his knuckles.

“M-I’ll tell you! S-Actually… To be honest, my stomach is swollen…”
“What? Looks like this bastard hasn’t been beaten yet? How dare you make such an excuse in front of your brother…!”
“Okay. Tell me.”
“I-I don’t know much about aristocratic society, but I know the family of the Marquis of Mestia. The son of a noble family known as the knowledge of the continent… Enough with the fact that he came to the Royal Casino…”
“Really? Maros Grab that bastard’s tongue.”

Upon Allen’s command, Maros performs like a robot.

“Hey, it’s clean. Then where?”

As he gasps for breath and grabs his tongue, saliva comes out of Daos mouth and stains the luxurious carpet.

And Allen forcibly inscribes the spells he had inscribed on Maros and Welton on Daos’ tongue.

“It’s okay. You can let go now.”
“Kek! Coke!! Coke!! What, what!?”
“I’ll ask you again. If I don’t say it properly this time… This will happen? You don’t want to live as an idiot for the rest of your life, do you?”

Pat!!

Allen seized a wooden statue and cast a spell, and the small wooden eagle lifted from his hand turned into black ashes and tormented Daos’ tongue.

“If you groan, will you burn your tongue?”
“I-I really do! I-I really respect Marquis Mestia!

The spell engraved on the tongue did not respond.

‘What is this bastard? Is it because he really respects you?’

It’s not Gura, but… I couldn’t erase my doubts.

‘Should I leave it around for now… Or just leave it like this… No. Just stay with me Daegalppak also works well and uses mana without being noticed, so there must be many places to use it.’

“Maros.”
“Yes, Brother Allen.”
“I’m going back with Welton today, so next time, educate me well. Or will you be right?”
“Oh, okay! I’ll educate you well! Take a look!”

Allen and Welton, another man standing next to him, got up from a luxurious chair and headed to their dormitory before it was too late.

Click.

Hearing the sound of the door opening and closing, seeing Allen and the others rushing back through the window, with a sigh of relief, Maros saw Daos trying to stand up.

“I’m going to start training today, so follow me well. Do you understand?”
“Yeah? That, what does that mean… Gagging!”
“You bastard talks a lot! Do you want to kill me or Allen-hyung?”
“Ah, I get it! I get it, Po, no violence please!!”

That evening. In the mansion of Maros, a man screamed for help.

****

“That… Thank you for today…”
“What?”
“To his man named Maros, calling me your slave…”
“If you’re grateful, don’t do that in the future. I fucking hate a guy who shows off his family’s prestige. And tomorrow, apologize to Mirai.”
“Okay. Then let’s go in first.”

While leaving those words, Allen looked at Welton Arsuna’s back as she entered the dormitory first.

‘Young. Still, it’s not bad to understand her words obediently.’

Allen is in a very good mood today.

That would be too. She had buried the dealer who had been teasing her and enlisted her as a formal slave, and also obtained a useful wellton for the future.

‘But it’s still a tone I can’t adapt to… Should I train later? If the time is right now, the master-servant reversal will be over, right? Cordelia didn’t say much today either.’

That was the moment when I secretly entered the dormitory and opened the door, saying that things went well today.

“Where have you been shooting?”

An angular voice is heard. And the dorm room, which felt dark, was shining brightly.

Cordelia Britia.

As she adjusts her glasses and sees Allen enter her secret room, she says coldly.

“I just… I wandered all over the place. But is it a surprise? Why is there a secret room?”

The place I thought was a dormitory was nothing but a secret space. It was a space that only Allen, Agnes, and Cordelia knew about.

‘That’s amazing… Did you forcibly connect my dormitory and secret space? No If it was Cordelia, I’m sure it would have been a safe way… Is this a talent?’

“Didn’t you remember what the student’s duty was?”
“Uh… That’s it.”

The master-servant reversal relationship has already ended. It’s over… But I don’t want to get caught, so I decided to go along with Cordelia’s words.

“Huh… That’s it. Anyway, since I know you’ve returned safely, let’s go back now.”

Letting out a sigh of her concern, Cordelia tried to go back, moving her own papers into her subspace.

“Are you worried?”

At Allen’s words that he was worried about her, the sound of high heels stopped.

“…Who said that was worried.”
“Ah~ You’re worried, right? I went out for a while because I had a personal matter today. So, take it easy, Cordelia. Huh?’

Approaching Cordelia, who stopped her, Allen gently took her hand and kissed her lightly with the back of her hand facing upwards.

“It’s stupid… Someone’s angry…! Let’s go back!”

Cordelia, who lost her mind with the kiss on the back of her hand, quickly regains her composure and hurriedly turns her body, and the sound of high heels resonates throughout her room.

“Ah, I’m hungry! I want to eat spaghetti made by my pretty red-haired noona~! It was really delicious~!”

Allen’s voice stopped Cordelia from leaving the secret room.

“It was really delicious back then~! I want to eat it again~ Oh, I’m hungry~”

I didn’t pinpoint anyone. But will you understand even this much?

‘Huh… Hmm…! What the hell are you doing outside… Come to think of it, I also skipped a meal to sort out the paperwork… Do you want to… Eat together?”

In fact, Cordelia, who had been waiting for Allen, who was not at the academy, heard her boy say that he was hungry, and headed to her kitchen with poor excuses.

Standing in her kitchen, Cordelia put on her first apron, her long hair gathered back and her hair tied in a braid, so beautiful.

“What, what are you looking at…!”
“It just… Lets see.”

Feeling her eager gaze, Cordelia panicked and said something, and Allen looked at her enchanted, forgetting even her hunger.

“Oh, can I help you?”
“It’s okay. Sit there.”
“Even if it looks like this, I did some cooking when I was at the mansion. Let’s do it together, Cordelia.”

Despite Cordelia’s objections, Allen goes to her kitchen and, like Cordelia, puts on her apron and washes her hands.

So the two do their own thing, and Cordelia cooks. Allen sets the tableware.

Write, write, write, write!

The sound of knives and chopping boards clashing while preparing ingredients is strangely calming.

If, just a few hours ago, you had lost at the Royal Casino, where the flesh would cut itself, and if you were not careful, you would not feel the warmth of the kitchen.

Eventually, when all the dishes are complete, Cordelia and I sit at the table and savor the dishes we made.

“It’s delicious. As expected.”
“Who made it, isn’t it natural?”

Perhaps Cordelia was really hungry, not just an excuse, but her mouth, which she usually ate discreetly and boasting of aristocratic appearance, was smeared with red tomato sauce.

“Wait a minute. Here, it’s buried.”

As she wiped her sauce from the corners of her mouth with her napkin, Cordelia’s white face strangely turned red as if it had been covered in sauce.

“Thank you…”

Even Allen felt ashamed at the reaction like that of a young girl.

“Uh… I ate well.”
“Y-yes!”

Cordelia runs away to her kitchen, stacking white plates stained with sauce on top of each other.

She seems to have shaken it off while cleaning up the work from a while ago in the kitchen. She returns to the table before she knows it and offers me black tea with a subtle scent.

“I’ll have a good drink.”
“Okay.”

Two people drinking black tea without saying a word.

Allen looks at the clock on the wall and she rises from her seat with a teacup.

“You’re full. You’re getting sleepy. The time is here, so shall we go back now?”
“Huh? Ah, too, I have to go back… G.”

Cordelia stammers at her totally unexpected action and hastily lowers her head, probably not wanting to see her blushing face.

“Then I’ll go first…”

If we part like this, we will surely be able to wash away the fatigue to some extent. It should be…

“Can’t I go…?”