Suddenly, Mira's face turned so hot that it wouldn't be off for steam to start rising from the top of her head. She became acutely aware of how sweaty she was, and how her scent mixed with the unpleasant smell of all the ingredients she carried must have transformed into a stench that definitely reached Rotsard's nose…!
"I…! I apologize! This stinky woman will go take a bath first!"
Mira pulled away and cried with tears of shame streaming down her face before turning back and running away clumsily, almost tripping more than a dozen times before turning the corner.
"...?"
Rotsard raised his brow in confusion, staring at her back until she disappeared, and only then he examined a single vial with a murky green liquid Mira pushed onto him before escaping.
"...you saw that?"
"...did he seriously tell his fiancee that she stinks…?"
"...what a scum…"
The hallway wasn't empty, and many students witnessed the scene, making their own assumptions based on Rotsard's prior behavior.
"Ugh…!?"
Without paying them any mind, Rotsard went on his way back to his dormitory room, opening the vial… and instantly wincing with disgust at the potent smell the concoction had.
"..."
Despite the initial urge to throw the foul-smelling liquid at the students talking behind his back, he instead decided to brace himself and drank a bit…
"Hrugh…!"
The murky green liquid tasted just as bad as it smelled, almost causing Rotsard to throw up.
But the bleached-blond-haired boy not only forced the initial amount down. He continued to drink from the vial, emptying it right as he was approaching his room!
"...crap… it sure feels like I was poisoned…"
He began to regret doing that, though, as even before he put his hand on the door handle, he was struck by a rather painful stomachache.
"My lord! You're back! Here, your afternoon drin…"
"Later!"
As Rotsard suddenly barged into the room, his two servants, a butler and a maid, rushed towards him - the butler hurriedly offering him a chilled glass full of an amber liquid, but the bleached-blond-haired boy sped past them, pushing the empty vial into the butler's hands instead and entering the bathroom with such speed as if the Arch Deofol itself was pursuing him!
"...?"
"...?"
The butler and the maid looked at each other in confusion.
What followed were rather thunderous sounds coming through the bathroom door, indicating a fierce battle taking place in the young lord's bowels.
"Young master…! Wh-what's going on? Did that filthy peasant use some underhanded methods? Should I notify the faculty?!"
The maid could not stand just waiting by the bathroom door and began knocking on it while asking in a worried voice.
"Nan… Nan, don't worry about it…! Just… prepare a cold room for me…"
"Of course, young ma… Young master?! Did you just say to prepare you a cold room!?"
Rotsard's feeble voice came through the door, and the maid hurriedly agreed, only to freeze up and inquire in disbelief.
"Yes… one to Vallhall's standard…"
"...I… I understand, young master. I'll have everything prepared within a week!"
The boy inside confirmed, and the maid gulped down her saliva before confirming and leaving the room despite all the unspoken doubts she had about the request.
"..."
The butler who remained stayed quiet, only glancing between the bathroom door and the empty vial the young lord pushed onto him.
"Hmm~"
Unexpectedly, he suddenly smirked to himself with satisfaction, clenching his hand on the vial…