"Hey, um, my noble lord, I just had a brain attack and was talking nonsense. Please don't take it to heart!"

Looking at Arthur's forced and twisted flattering smile, Hulim felt a little nauseous.

"Stop talking, you're disgusting... And do you really think it's that easy to fool people after you've exposed your true nature?"

“Tsk—!”

Arthur smacked his lips hard, with a sinister expression on his face.

"Damn it, I didn't get through it!"

"I heard..."

"Ahh~! Really? What do you want?"

Arthur said desperately.

Hulim tilted her head. "What do I want?"

“… …”

"Aren't you mad at me?"

"Why should I be mad at you?"

"Why else... Look, I said something rude to you, didn't I? At times like this, don't you nobles usually fly into a rage and start yelling at the lowly people?"

... ...I really don't know what kind of nobles you met.

"...Didn't you say I don't look like a noble?"

“Oh, that’s right—!”

Arthur suddenly realized something, then touched his chin, nodded continuously and muttered something to himself.

“I see… I see…”

"you--"

Arthur came to a conclusion.

"——Unlike those rubbish bastards!"

Although I know that your insult doesn't include me, it's directed at the entire aristocratic community. After all, I am also a noble...

"... ...Compared to that, are you ready to just let it go?"

"Well, you're talking about this..."

"Isn't that certain—"

Arthur's expression turned sinister.

"I will never let this go! If I don't retaliate, my name, Arthur, will be written backwards from now on! I will make sure that guy knows what happens when he messes with people from the slums!"

Looking at Arthur swearing to the sky, Hulim thought about it.

"Are you short of money?"

Hearing this, Arthur's expression froze, and a hint of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"Yes, there is a severe shortage, a severe shortage..."

“… …”