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Idris noticed Leticia's condition around the time she started talking to the wine.
"How were you made to taste so delicious?"
Idris let out a dry laugh at the sight.
Just a little while ago, Leticia was talking to him normally.
Of course, he felt that she was a bit more excited than usual, but he didn't think it was serious because her posture was still upright.
"Since it's so delicious, I should drink it all!"
Seeing Leticia gulping down the wine like beer...
'…I should stop her around here.'
He realized that he shouldn't let her drink any more.
Of course, it was fun to see Leticia acting differently than usual, but he had to consider the lady's dignity when she regained her senses in the morning.
Idris reached out to take the empty wine glass from Leticia, but Leticia was a little faster.
Leticia held out the empty glass to Idris.
"Idris, can you pour me some wine?"
The wine bottle happened to be next to Idris.
"Now you're going to use me as a servant?"
Normally, Leticia wouldn't even make such a request, or if she did, she would be flustered and deny it, but this time...
"But you're going to do as I say, right? Huh?"
She propped her chin up and urged him with a beaming smile.
Her slightly curved eyes, the blue eyes looking at him, and her lips reddened with wine looked unbelievably pretty.
Idris let out a dumbfounded laugh at the sight of himself.
'…I can't refuse when she smiles like that.'
In the end, his hand faithfully carried out her orders.
At the same time, he was relieved that the usual Leticia was very far from being cute or using her charms—so far that she hated it.
If she smiled like that all the time, he would have given her everything she wanted.
Instead, he poured only half the usual amount and warned her.
"This is the last one."
"Are you going to be stingy and drink it all by yourself?"
Even though she was drunk, it wasn't like she couldn't see anything, so Leticia narrowed her eyes and glared at the wine bottle.
About a quarter of the wine remained in the wine bottle, sloshing around.
"Didn't you say earlier that it was wine prepared for me?"
"I think it'll be dangerous if you drink all this wine."
Because of you smiling so prettily, for me.
Idris put the wine bottle far away so that Leticia couldn't reach it.
"Umm..."
Leticia seemed displeased with his actions, frowning her beautiful brows as she sipped the wine.
She looked like she was seriously contemplating something.
Idris stared at her.
'Certainly, she's different than usual.'
The usual Leticia didn't show it on the outside, but she had a subtle wall up.
As if she didn't want to show her weak side.
As if she didn't want to rely on others.
But the current Leticia, well.
It felt like that 'wall' had crumbled.
No, to be more precise...
She's still trying to put up a wall, but it feels like she's putting up a flimsy wall that will crumble easily if you touch it even slightly?
That sight was cute, but at the same time, he felt sorry for her for not being able to completely break down the wall even when she was drunk.
Especially since he knew Leticia, who had broken down the wall he had built as a child, first.
'It must be because of Paydan Farnese, that bastard.'
The moment Idris's eyes turned cold as he naturally thought of the culprit.
Leticia, who had been contemplating with a serious expression, suddenly made a suggestion to him as if she had thought of something.
"Then, shall we play a truth game?"
"…Truth game?"
"Before starting the game, we first declare that we will only answer truthfully."
Leticia raised her right hand without Idris's consent.
"I, Leticia Cloel, declare that I will only tell the truth from now on. Now, repeat after me."
But when Idris looked puzzled, Leticia grabbed his hand.
Idris hesitated even though he always held her hand, but he followed Leticia's words.
"I, Idris Delua, declare that I will only tell the truth from now on?"
"Hmm, good. Good."
"What's next?"
"Now we take turns asking questions and answer them honestly. If it's difficult to answer or you don't want to answer, you get a penalty and drink."
"Ah."
"Since it's your first time playing this game, I'll let you ask first."
"It doesn't matter what question I ask?"
Leticia nodded readily as if asking if that was even a question.
Idris fell into contemplation.
In fact, there was only one thing he wanted to ask.
Leticia's feelings for him.
But to beat around the bush or subtly probe was not his style.
But...
'If I ask directly… she'll build an even stronger wall.'
Leticia was already living with a lot of walls up, and if he threw a fastball, she might run away completely.
'What do you think of me?'
…That's too direct too.
'What are you planning to do after divorcing Duke Farnese?'
…Given Leticia's personality, there was a high probability that she would give a work-related answer.
After a long deliberation, Idris finally chose a suitable question and put it out.
"What kind of person am I in your eyes?"
It was a question that didn't reveal his intentions and allowed him to gauge Leticia's feelings for him at least a little.
But...
"It's a secret."
Leticia didn't even pretend to think for a moment and just drank the wine.
As if mocking him for agonizing over what question to ask.
Only then did Idris realize.
'…She didn't propose the game to ask me questions in the first place, but to drink.'
She proposed the game after contemplating with a serious expression, so I took it seriously.
'I've been properly tricked.'
He laughed, feeling absurd.
He was always the one who played pranks, and Leticia was the one who got caught up in them.
The fresh experience wasn't bad. No, it was rather fun.
But at the same time, he felt resentful towards her.
Idris slyly took away Leticia's glass, which was almost empty, and warned her.
"I've been completely tricked. This game is invalid. Let's stop drinking here and go to bed."
Then Leticia expressed her dissatisfaction, which was rare.
"No, that's not right! I haven't asked a question yet. It's unfair!"
Seeing Leticia's pouty lips, Idris held up both hands while swallowing the dry laughter that kept coming out.
"Okay, go ahead. Ask a question. But this is the last one."
The moment he looked at Leticia, who was lost in thought, and took a sip of wine, a question flew from Leticia.
"Idris. Do you have someone you like?"
Cough.
Idris, who was caught off guard by the sudden fastball, kept coughing and looked at Leticia.
'Does she know something…?'
But Leticia, who was drunk, didn't notice whether Idris's eyes were shaking or not, and threw another fastball.
"You're waiting to marry that person, aren't you? Who is that person? Is it someone I know?"
Idris's gaze, looking at Leticia, who was asking with an innocent face, sank heavily.
What kind of heart did she ask such a question with?
Was it simple curiosity, or...
Is it the same feeling as me?
If I answer that the person is you now, I'll be able to know that answer.
"That person is…"
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