Not noticing the displeasure in his voice, Xavia nodded and replied, “Yeah, I love lilies… After all, they’re white, and they seem so much purer compared to the typical rose…”
…Heh. So, she never really liked the roses he had given to her in the past, huh…?! Taking a deep breath, Zivon replied, “…I see…! Well, white flowers kind of remind me of funerals, so…”
Naturally, his response stunned Xavia. After all, he was clearly comparing lilies to white chrysanthemums! Then again, it hadn’t been too long since his mother had died, so maybe that was what prompted that thought…
After watching him walk off, she stared at the vase of flowers for a while before moving it to an inconspicuous drawer in the dressing room. Zivon rarely entered this place, so it was probably best if she just kept this here…
Before she could even leave the room, she heard him growl, “So, you’re choosing to hide it here even after that comment, huh…?! Do you like those flowers that much…?!”
Sensing the anger in Zivon’s tone, she gulped before muttering, “I-I just thought that it was a pity to just toss out such beautiful flowers… If you really hate them that much, then I’m fine with tossing them out…”
Alas, even after she had thrown them away, Zivon remained as icy as a death god… What had happened for his mood to turn out this way…? Maybe something terrible had befallen Hershel?
Unsure what to think, she was prompted to ask, “…Um… How is Father looking…? Should I-”
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