Merely wrapping the bandages, the act put a considerable strain on Klaus’s entire body. Roselia ignored her growing tension and silently wrapped the bandages.

While applying the bandage around his chest, her hand brushed against his chest. It was a brief contact, but the touch of her fingertips on his body felt unusually warm. Could it be due to the wound causing a fever?

Concerned, Roselia gently placed her hand near the wound to check his body temperature. As she touched the sensitive area near the wound, Klaus’s body stiffened unexpectedly. The muscles, already contracted, became even tighter.

It seemed like he might have a fever… Thinking that she should bring some fever-reducing medicine from the butler, Roselia approached Klaus to finish tying the bandage.

Kneeling and tying the knot on his chest, she felt as if he was piercing her with a gaze, intense enough to make her uncomfortable.

Glancing at Klaus’s eyes for a moment, Roselia tried to concentrate on tying the bandage, deliberately avoiding his gaze, which seemed to penetrate through her.

However, due to her tension, Roselia’s fingers kept slipping, making it difficult to tie a proper knot.

Unable to bear the continuous fidgeting around his chest, Klaus finally grabbed her wrist firmly.

Startled, Roselia looked at him, and Klaus, as if holding back something, spoke in a somewhat suppressed voice.

“That’s enough.”

“But we haven’t finished…”

“I’ll call someone else to take care of it. You can leave now.”

Seeing Klaus’s condition, which didn’t seem good, Roselia cautiously withdrew her hand as he instructed.

His stern expression, appearing somewhat angry, made Roselia’s heart heavy.

Did he get angry because I couldn’t properly tie one bandage?

Feeling somewhat sulky, Roselia slowly stood up.

“Then, I’ll leave now.”

After saying so, as Roselia turned around, Klaus spoke quietly.

“I’ll say it again. Whatever you saw, just forget it.”

Under Klaus’s stern warning, Roselia, while staring at Klaus’s back as he sat there, quietly left the room.

As the door closed behind her, Klaus remained in the same position, burying his face in his hands.

His heart, pounding as if mad, was incomprehensible.

He had been denying and trying to pass off the ridiculous speculation as a mere misconception. Why did he feel a similar emotion not only towards Roselia but also towards Antonio?

Damn it, it couldn’t be true. It couldn’t be…

Klaus had to sit there for a long time, his face buried in his hands, with his hands seemingly frozen.

A few days after that incident, Roselia, as usual, sought Clemence and Viscount Bernars. On that day, they planned to enjoy tea time in the count’s garden.
Just a few days ago, it was an unbelievably calm and leisurely time, considering the incident where I almost died under a pillar at the construction site.

“Today’s weather is nice. It’s perfect for a picnic, isn’t it?”

In response to Closet’s words, Roselia smiled brightly and chimed in, “It feels great to drink tea outside like this.”

Viscount Bernars, who was watching them with displeasure, clicked his tongue. “Do you think this is a picnic spot?”

“Oh, Grandpa, it’s just nice to drink tea outside in this weather.”

Although the Viscount turned his head in irritation, he didn’t insist on clearing the table or kicking them out.

Roselia couldn’t help but laugh at the Viscount’s grumbling, finding him somewhat amusing like a sulky ten-year-old boy.

At that moment, Closet, who was leisurely sipping tea, looked at Roselia and asked, “Antonio, how’s your body?”

Smiling reassuringly, Roselia responded to Closet’s concerned inquiry, “As you can see, I’m perfectly fine. The Count seems to be in better condition than expected, so don’t worry too much.”

Closet, responding as if he had forgotten the time when he cried like a child, raised an eyebrow and retorted, “When did I say I was worried…”

While he spoke, Closet buried his head in the paper he brought, and Roselia, puzzled by his actions, asked, “What’s that?”

“Ah… it’s a sketch I’ve been doodling lately.”

Saying so, Closet handed her the somewhat awkwardly sketched drawing.

The sketchbook, made from bound paper, was filled with pictures of small birds, reminiscent of the canary Klaus had given Closet as a gift before.

Seeing names written beneath each bird sketch, it seemed that the canary received that day was indeed named Pippi.

“Is Pippi the canary’s name?”

“Yeah, it chirps ‘Pippi’ when it cries. Isn’t it cute?”

Seeing Closet happily thinking about the canary, Roselia couldn’t help but smile.

At that moment, Count Bernars, who was sitting nearby, threw in a comment without much interest.

“Be careful not to get caught by an eagle.”

Reacting to the unexpected eagle remark, Closet protested with a frown, “Grandpa, Pippi is inside the cage.”

However, the Viscount seemed not to care about Closet’s words and continued with his own. “Those eagles are very cunning and crafty. They seize the moment when their prey is off guard and launch a sudden attack to cut off the air supply.”

“Well, Pippi is in the cage…”