Less of Trust (1)

"Here, Master."

Edgar placed the teacup on the table in front of me and I form a gentle smile, reaching out for the tea.

My eyes slightly widen when my tongue gets the taste of it.

"Hmm..."

I hummed in delight, a bright expression across my face when I noticed that this is my favorite.

"This is my favorite tea."

I exclaimed, turning my head toward Edgar.

"How did you know?"

I asked, raising my brow with my smile still across my face, tilting my head to the other side.

Edgar chuckled and slightly bowed down, pledging his hand on his chest.

I smiled slightly and nodded my head.

Edgar has the permission to follow me around not because of Azrael, but instead, it's because of myself.

I have faced the demon king face to face a day ago.

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-- [ Day before ]