Bartolomeus, you mean, Mr. Bartolomeus?

It's him.

　Bal calmly replied to the fox people tribe woman who asked him a screaming question.
　I think it was because of the great alias of the War God of Light, but I had gotten used to it for good.

''Deborah, could I have some tea, please?

　The woman called Deborah finally came to herself when Sidonier asked.

'Yes, yes. I'm home. 'Ma'am, ma'am!'

　Then he runs down the hallway at a small run.

Is ...... always like that?

　When Val asked Sydonier about it, she nodded shyly.

'Yes. It's always lively. She's my mother's childhood friend and she treats me well.'

Okay.

　You can hear the love for Deborah in her voice at the same time.

'You could have a few more luxuries if you wanted to, I suppose. I may not be qualified to tell you that.

　Sydonier replied with a smirk as Val looked around the room and said.

'I didn't want you to be the only one to say that, Bartolomeus.

I know.

　He shrugged silently, for he was expecting it.
　He was from a commoner's background, but it would be better for both of them if they didn't reason that she was supposed to be of noble birth.
　Soon after, a door opened from the back, revealing a middle-aged woman dressed in a modest dark blue linen outfit similar to Sydonier's.

'I never thought the day would come when Sydonier would bring his lordship home while I was still alive: ......

　She was so impressed that her crimson eyes moistened.

'I see you've been terribly misunderstood. Shouldn't you be corrected?''

　Val couldn't help but whisper to Sidonier.

'There's no point in saying anything right now. We'll have to wait until you're calm.'

　That was her response.

'If you say so, I suppose it is.

　He sighs.

'Welcome, my name is Cindy, Sidonier's mother. You are welcome.

　Cindy said, welcoming Val and showing him around.
　He was ushered into the dining room.
　It was not unusual to have no such thing as a parlor, unless it was a nobleman's mansion or a large house in a prime area.
　As Val took his seat at the top, Deborah brought him a cup of tea in a fine white cup.

(The cup must be a nice one.)

　Although he felt giddy, Val hadn't forgotten his status as an uninvited guest, so he kept quiet.
　Besides tea, scones on a silver platter were placed in front of him.

'You can have them if you like. I'm sorry it's my handiwork, sir.'

　Cindy surprised Val by saying that.

(Really folksy. I'd heard that the lower nobles weren't much different from the common people.)

　One of the reasons why this mother and son were forced to take the shady path was because Cindy's family was a poor baronial family.
　If it was the Eight God Terriers, they would be able to get a reward comparable to a senior nobleman ruling a rich estate, but they were not willing to spend it on their own luxuries.
　It could be said that Baru and Sidonier are similar to each other.
　It was probably not unrelated that he was the first man to be allowed into the house.
　The sydonier, sensing why Val wouldn't touch his tea or his scones, asked his mother and Deborah to do so.

'I'm sorry, could you please leave?　Bartholomeus is shy, and he'll remain frozen in the presence of the two of you.

　It was probably mischievous of her to use a phrase that he had to chuckle at.
　Cindy rolled her eyes at how she interpreted her daughter's statement and said, "Well," she said.

'So it was. We need to get rid of the disturbing bugs, hey Deborah?

Goodbye, ma'am.

　Cindy and Deborah grinned with a very happy grin and slinked out when they saw Sydonier and Val.

'Take your time, young ones,'

　After the girls had left, Val sighed and opened her mouth.

'I may be sorry to say it, but you and your mother's personalities aren't very similar.

Don't tell me. It's for the best.

　Sydonier bows his head in a rare pleading manner.

'Yes, sir.'

　Val decided not to say any more.
　He took off his mask and brought the scone to his mouth as Sidonier deployed his magic.

'...... delicious.'

'Thank you. I'll tell my mother later.

　She pouted happily.

'...... I wonder if you can cook,'

Maybe even humanly possible.

　Sydonier replied without much emotion.
　He didn't seem to have given any serious thought to how good he was at cooking.

'I envy you people who can cook,'

　She looked dubious as Val blurted out.

'Wouldn't it be better if Vilhemina taught you?　I'm sure she'd be happy to tell you.

Hmmm ......

　He could understand why Sydonier would say that, but he was somehow uncomfortable with it.
　She looked at him curiously, but did not recommend it over and over again.
　What I heard was something else.

'Alright, may I get to the point?　You didn't come here to see my face, did you?

Yeah, of course.

　Val acknowledged and took a sip of his tea.