Chapter 248 The Lone Puppy

Vermouth, who was indulging in lavish meals on public funds, raised an eyebrow, exuding a charming and alluring aura. She rested her chin on one hand, her eyes gazing at Bertrand with a captivating gaze. "Alright, sweetheart, where do you want to go? I'll take you."

The baby-faced girl pouted and plopped into Afra's arms. "I don't know~~ How about you take me somewhere to play, sister?"

“Of course, that would be great. Let’s pack now and leave in a bit.” Vermouth stood up, flicked her hair, and then pulled Bertrand up by the hand she was holding.

Afra glanced at Vermouth from behind, then quietly stood up and followed them.

...

In the quiet bar, Behringer sat in a dark corner, his chest filled with negative emotions of disgust, doubt, and grief.

Tears kept welling up in his eyes, sliding down his face, and falling onto his clothes.

But his expression remained calm.

His face didn't show any other expression until there was a sudden noise at the bar door.

He lowered his head and buried his face in his arms.

"Behrfinger?"

A voice, mature yet seemingly youthful, rang out softly, followed by footsteps gradually approaching him.

Locating Behffinger precisely in the darkness, the blond youth squatted down beside him, raised his hand and patted his head, saying, "Sure enough, I know it's you every time the sign at the door changes to 'Closed'."

Bechfenger wiped the tears from his cheeks and spoke fiercely, but his slightly hoarse voice made it hard to be truly malicious, "What! You actually have time to come over today!"

In the darkness, he couldn't see the other person's expression, but he could clearly hear him chuckle. Amuro Tooru's lips curved into a smile. "I just finished my work today and wanted to come here to rest for a bit, but I didn't expect to run into a...lone puppy here."

Behrfinger: ...

"What did you say--!?"

A lone puppy... oh no, Behringer suddenly sprang to his feet, grabbing Amuro Tooru's shoulders and shaking him wildly. "That's going too far! I haven't even settled the score with you for calling me a pervert last time!"

"Okay, stop, stop! I'm going to faint, I'm going to faint!" Amuro Tooru laughed for a while, holding his head.

Behrfinger silently rolled his eyes.

With a click, the light was switched on.

Behringer then sat down on the sofa next to him, resting his arm on the armrest, propping his head up with his hand, and looking at Amuro Tooru with slightly red eyes.

Amuro Tooru coughed twice, sat down opposite him, and although he was smiling, there was a hint of worry in his gray-purple eyes. "So, do you want to tell me what happened to you?"

Behrfinger shook his head. "I didn't encounter anything, I just missed them."

The blond-haired youth was silent for a moment, then suddenly stood up, leaned forward, and gently pushed Behringer's forehead.

"Really? That's all?"

Behrfinger was pushed back slightly, then leaned back on the sofa, waved his hand in annoyance, and nodded with utmost certainty, "Really! That's all!"

Golden Retriever with a smiling face: I don't believe you for a second.

"Okay, then—"

He sat back down, then looked at the blue-haired man opposite him, a hint of mockery in his smile, "But you really are a crybaby, your clothes are all wet with your tears."

Behrfinger's expression stiffened slightly, and he shifted his gaze to the side, then regained his composure despite his lack of conviction.