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With the discussion over, they left the parlor.
“Well, I wonder if that makes me one of his little friends nooow? What do you think?”
“…Spare Betty such disgusting statements. It sounds almost like you mean it, which is a scary thought.”
“I’ve never been so inconstant as to press matters in this body, thooough.”
“You’ve been a woman, too. I suppose that’s enough for Betty to be on her guard.”
Roswaal’s smile deepened as Beatrice remained composed while playing with her hair. It was a habit she had picked up when she needed something to do with her hands. That or it was a sign she was getting annoyed.
“That habit of yours neeeever changes. But it seems as if your feelings have. I can’t quite bring myself to so easily wag my tail for someone else the way you can. I’m jealous.”
“Compared to you, who could never touch Mother despite your single-minded determination, Betty can actually hold Subaru’s hand, which is a thousand times better. You won’t get a rise out of Betty.”
“Look at yooou. You’ve really grown quite resolute.”
Roswaal was sitting while Beatrice stood across from him, putting them at eye level. Sparks started to fly, but suddenly, Roswaal’s expression softened.
“He defeated an archbishop. That should be the second inside Subaru now.”
“…There should be other candidates besides Subaru.”
“But none of them were as close as he was or overlapped. Save the boring pretenses for someone else.”
“—Betty won’t let him do any more than this.”
There was a quiet resolve in her voice as she answered Roswaal.
“Betty belongs to Subaru, so Subaru will remain Subaru.”
She glared at Roswaal as she said that and then turned to the door.
She had stayed behind to discuss things, but she decided she should not speak any further than that.
“Beatrice.”
Roswaal called out as she moved away.
She stopped but didn’t turn around.
“I want you to be happy. You are like a little sister to me. I care deeply about you.”
“…That’s not the most appealing thought. And not as much as you care about Mother, I suppose.”
“That’s love after all, iiisn’t it?”
Beatrice didn’t respond.
The sound of the door opening and then closing was all that broke the silence.
After that, there was no more to say between Roswaal and Beatrice.
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