Because Dean Meg was present, Iver did not go to the White Shoes Club today. Instead, he left with Meg as soon as class ended.
What surprised him, however, was that Meg ultimately led him to Iver's own residence.
14 Ronin Street.
Meg seemed to have a key to this villa as well.
He did not know whether it was a privilege of being the dean or whether Isabel had given it to her... Since Isabel had not mentioned a word about it, Iver figured it was probably the former.
"Have a seat, kid."
Meg sat down openly in the living room and handed the wine she had been carrying to Lily.
At the same time, the old lady asked casually, "Can you drink?"
"What kind of wine is this?" Iver was not familiar with the bottle.
"Fino Sherry. It's not strong."
Meg summed it up: "It's sweet."
"Then sure."
Iver agreed readily.
Seeing Meg's friendly attitude, he gradually lowered his guard.
If the old lady had really come to settle accounts with him, she probably would not have invited him to drink.
He had not eaten dinner yet, and drinking on an empty stomach was not very good for him... But since it was sweet, it should not be a big problem.
Lily skillfully poured wine for the two of them and added ice. She then folded her hands and stood quietly behind Iver.
"Hey, you sit too."
Meg smiled at Lily. "There's no need for that kind of etiquette with me. Pour yourself a glass too—no problem with that, right, kid?"
"Of course." Iver nodded readily.
He certainly did not think, That's against the rules. If anything, when there was no one else around, he and Lily were quite casual with each other.
Although Lily sometimes got shy,