I became the sick nobelman

Chapter 23 - One by one (2)

"He is 17 years old."

"... What? Isn't he 14 years old?"

Cassion said to Ganien as if he were pathetic.

"How did you propose they become close friends when you didn't know his age?"

"How old is your friend? If you like that, everyone will be friends."

Ruel looked young because he was shorter than his age.

As a butler, I work hard to feed him, but where does it all go?

'Is the amount of recovery power consumed greater than I thought?'

Cassion thought for a moment, then headed back to the kitchen to make a snack for Ruel to feed him.

However, he felt a strong gaze from behind, so he reluctantly opened my mouth.

"If you can't go in because you feel guilty, take a walk around. I have to pack Ruel's snacks, so..."

"Me too."

"Don't you have feet? You can go downstairs and order."

"You're a cheap shot."

Ganien leaned against the window, smacking his lips with regret.

It was even more regrettable that Cassion's trust in Ruel seemed deep and he could not even come up with a proposal now.

'... Let's see, Ruel is 17 years old...you're an adult next year and everything happened when you were 12?'

His face was stiff.

12 years old...

Ganien sighed deeply.

***

Crunch.

Ruel was eating a meat pie elegantly.

And with the cake cut in the other hand, he looked serious.

"You eat it, too."

Ruel offered Aris a snack.

"I ordered extra snacks, so don't worry about it."

Three pieces of the cake had already fallen into Ruel's stomach.

'Why don't you gain weight when you eat like that?'

Cassion was worried about Ganien's words.

He thought about whether he should increase the amount of his overall meal, and then felt someone's gaze and looked back.

Aris then hurriedly turned his head, holding a spoon.

"If you wait a moment, the food will be served soon."

"Thank ... you."

Aris, who turned his head again, made eye contact.

His eyes, which he thought would be dead, were rather full of intelligence.

'......?'

Cassion knew those eyes.

It was a more difficult being to kill than a swordsman, the eyes he often saw in wizards.

'Let's see what the owner of those eyes chooses.'

Cassion slightly raised the aura and poked Aris.

'Ohh.'

Immediately to protect the master, the mana swayed and counterattacked.

It was very fierce and brave.