1359 Ⅱ 314. The lying man faces each other,

... no, seriously, I can't.

"No, it was awesome! It's the first time you've taken a bath, Ray-chan!"

Rhea entered the living room with a full smile, wiping her head with a shag and towel as she lifted the steam from her boiling body.

After Jeanne and the others left and had dinner at his mansion, he was pushed into the bathroom until the maids went back to sourcing liquor. All the meals that had been eaten to fullness for a long time were the first grand lines in my life, and the bath was heavenly.

The distinctive smell of livestock stains the stone, and it doesn't disappear all at once, but I can still feel it coming back to life if I remove the dirt from my body and even get dressed.

It is the fruit of the efforts of the servants who were ordered by Ray to go to buy more than two people's meals, baths, and sake in a hurry. It was also surprising that they were ordered to prepare for the sudden hospitality in the middle of the night, but what surprised them more than that was the fact that a human named Ray was ordered to prepare people.

"It's the Rock Marquis house." I'm immersed in that kind of good stuff every day.

"Don't be ridiculous. If it wasn't for royalty, I'd take a bath every day."

Whatever you do with the bathing, the bathing takes a lot of time and money from the servants.

Of course, some aristocrats take a bath every day as a beauty or hobby. However, unless you do so, you rarely have to prepare a bath just to cleanse yourself every day.

There was only a bath as an aristocratic equipment in the mansion, and Ray himself didn't bother to take a bath. In essence, Rhea was the first person to bathe in this mansion since Ray began living there.

Only servants who only listen to the talking voice quietly know that fact. Only Rhea, who knew nothing, listened to him lightly. However, if you look at the number of liquor bottles arranged in the living room as soon as you come back, you will understand without saying anything, that Ray is doing the best he can.

"Oh! It's alcohol! I was just thirsty!" Can I drink all of this? "

"Don't be ridiculous, leave me my share"

The glasses that were lined up together and the bottle opener did not give her eyes, and Rheer, who had pulled the bottle out with his teeth, asked for the alcohol all at once without hesitation.

Gbigbig sniffs his throat and chews the liquor he's been drinking for a long time. Since I started working in the livestock business today, I have hardly put my hands on alcohol and other favorite products. Sometimes I liked a cup or two because of the recommendation from my employer, but I definitely kept myself away from drowning in alcohol because my tongue reacted with "delicious". But now I don't want to be abstinent.

Phew, after leaking the voice echoing in the living room, my legs flickered with pleasure as booze soaked into my burning body. Before I fell, I sat down in my chair, much more relaxed than my landlord, Ray. He hung his arms on his back and laughed at Ray, who was sitting across the table holding the second bottle of wine, with a voice that grew louder in vain.

"Thank you, Ray-chan!" After all, you were right to let her go at that time. "

"I don't think you're going to let me escape for this, am I?"

"Come on, let's move without expecting anything in return." After seeing this for a year or two, I was going to do this, but if Temeh's son was a dirty vagrant who worked behind the scenes, he would have gotten the money from Ankerson. "

In this period.

As usual, Reyer's gesture was silent. I don't want to use a straight ball to say, "It must have been for me." But for him, who hasn't lived six years without thinking about it, it was certain. To tell the truth, I'm also confident that I'll dismiss all of Ryer's lies.

But Rhea only kept turning her tongue to express Ray's dissatisfaction.

"It was hard after that, huh?" In the end, I was going to be caught by the backstage workers and sprinkled with fire, but I was a Special Ability over there. Even after I was caught, I was going to escape, but I was dragged into a market in a slave country. As it is, it was sold to the merchants as a [very elegant] eye-catching product and eventually bought by the rich people there... well, my memories have been cut off. It was the old man with the beard who bought it, and I wanted to be bought by a beauty anyway. "

"Don't talk the same as you did at dinner, idiot. You're pretty much the same as the bearded geezer."

Wait a minute, Ray-chan, I'm not old enough to be geeky.

It's still pitching! Shouting, Rheer pushed the bottom of the bottle toward Ray.

Even from Ray, I wanted to hear what happened to Lyer after that. However, I was a little tired of laughing around the dining table and making a joke about my situation without any gestures that Rhea herself would soon hide.

Normally speaking, it was miserable, but Rhea's words didn't even make me feel that way. When I first asked, it was Ray who was caught selling human beings, and who was caught thinking that they were extra classy and exported to other countries, but every time between the conversations, Rhea said, "Hey, it's just the beginning." "Well, I'm a nice guy."

Moreover, when I heard the story, I said that my memory was cut off the moment I was slaved from the product.

From Ray's point of view, I still had no doubt that Ryer was doing all of that.

I can't even believe Ray remembers Lyre, who really doesn't know what she's doing. Now I seriously doubt Rheer's actual age. The man with the same impertinent beard as before, no matter how much he looks, he doesn't seem to be ten years older than himself.

And in fact, just as the memory of being a slave has disappeared, Rhea herself hasn't really lied about her age.

Sending a cold gaze to Lyre, who complained, Ray pulled out the bottle in the same way as he did before putting it directly on his mouth. Ray doesn't usually drink alcohol at all, but he's never weak.

Seeing this, Rhea raised both her brows as if she were lying about her old age. She poked her cheek stick at the table and looked at Smudge and Ray.

”... a kid who used to spit out tastes bad and can't drink it has grown up”

"When are you talking about me?" I'm already fifteen. "

While sharpening his mouth, he removes the mask in a natural motion as if he were taking off his hat.

Except for sleep and bathing, Ray naturally placed a mask on the table that he rarely removed even when he was in the mansion. In one move, the maids wanted to cover their mouths in amazement.

Since being raised by Anchorson as an aristocrat, he has also developed some resistance to alcohol.

In social life, men who can't drink alcohol at all are equal to none. Anchorson, who was going to pass Ray as his son in the future, did not fail to educate Ray in social life.

But now that the unveiling party is over, Ray thinks he'll never get back to the social scene again. It would be the last time I was allowed to live in luxury as an aristocrat.... and I have no regrets at all.

"You really don't remember me as Thomas, do you?" I don't think you're talking to Jeanne. "

I lost all my status as an aristocrat, but I was able to meet someone I wanted to reclaim.

Ray repeated the questions he asked sporadically during the meal. That's the question that Rheer has been asking over and over more persistently than he has been struggling with, but I think I can get a different answer now that I'm in a good mood for alcohol.

He definitely wanted to meet Ryer in front of him, but now that he doesn't remember Thomas completely, there's something caught him.

Moreover, I have some dissatisfaction that I don't remember exposing myself to him. I hate to be remembered and made fun of by a lie, but it was also a shame to be forgotten. But that's why I don't want Rhea to hear that dialogue again, or talk about it.

That was only because it was Rhea's [Thomas]. And that's what I thought.

... I don't know if I can say that, you idiot.

"That's why I can't remember." "Thomas, I'm not sure at all."

Rhea understood and kept going.