To the Love Born in the Lowest Place

Well, of course, the answer that came from Hildegard was disappointing.

"Hmm, you know. Can you imagine him liking someone?"

"Ah..."

Walter had lived dozens of lives because of Liv. Having experienced someone who whispered the sweetest love in one life becoming a complete stranger in another, it would be difficult for him to easily give his heart to others.

"Well, I guess so. Still, if by chance someone he connects with appears, let me know. I’d like the Marquis to... be more at ease now."

"Yes, I will."

Only after chattering for a long time until the tea went cold did Hildegard finally stand up.

While saying goodbye to Hildegard, Liv encountered Greta returning with freshly brewed tea.

"Oh, did she leave already? I brought new tea."

"Yes, maybe Miss Meisner would like to drink it?"

When Liv pointed to the seat in front, asking that, Greta didn’t refuse and sat down facing Liv.

"It’s a tea scent I’m smelling for the first time."