“I think I like you, Sir.” 

 

Lanceil’s ears turned red. 

 

He was so surprised that only, “H-Huh?” came out of his mouth. 

 

Lanceil doubted his ears. It’s possible that he heard her wrong, so he didn’t say anything until Agatha’s voice came back and proved him wrong.

 

“I really do like you,” she repeated.

 

His emotions shook like waves. It went up and down, banging side to side. He wasn’t specifically sure if the confession should make him amused or glum, and as his expression faltered between smiling or scowling, all that was left was the blank look on his face.

 

If it is a dream, he will be happy...