Bremondt knew that comforting him right now might not be very effective, but he couldn't just leave someone he loved crying.
He quietly entering the room and approached Goltanna from behind, hugged him gently, and softly kissed his cheek.
"You'll get a good answer soon. So stop crying now."
Goltanna thought of it as innocent childhood affection, but Bremondt had been intentionally doing this since long ago, little by little, so Goltanna would slowly get used to it.
At first, Goltanna was embarrassed, but now he accepted it naturally.
"Mm… sniff… but… but Young Master Rafayel… didn't even know about the attendants…"
"...There must have been some reason for it. Besides, Young Master Rafayel is only seven years old, right? Even Senior Thomas didn't get Milleuda as an attendant until he was a bit older. Don't worry about it," Bremondt said gently.
"Y-yeah... but... what if... what if Young Master Rafayel says he doesn't want me...?" Goltanna asked, his voice trembling with worry.
