Such a Nonō... truly made the power in his eyes surge!

Had Lord Shimizu's... eyes always held such strange patterns before?

A flicker of bewilderment crossed the depths of Yakushi Kabuto's eyes.

A stream of water flowed beneath Yakushi Kabuto's feet.

Yakushi Kabuto lowered his head, watching the clear water flowing beside his feet.

A sense of unease suddenly welled up in his heart once more.

This unease followed him like a shadow, as if reminding him that something about all of this was not quite right.

The water flowed slowly across the floor, forming a large puddle in the blink of an eye.

What was wrong?

In that instant, Yakushi Kabuto racked his brains, pondering this question.

Where exactly was the problem!

"Director!"

Finally, Yakushi Kabuto raised his eyes, wanting to see what had happened.

He saw Yakushi Nonō had stopped knitting and was wiping down a teacup.

Yakushi Kabuto looked over; it turned out that Shimizu's teacup had tipped over.

No wonder there was water; it was just the tea from the cup.

Yakushi Kabuto's heart relaxed, his internal doubts resolved.

"What kind of tea is this?"

Yakushi Kabuto secretly guessed it was tea used by the nobles of the Land of Fire; his horizons were narrow, so it was normal that he hadn't seen it before.

"Kabuto?"

Yakushi Nonō asked in confusion.

"No, it's nothing, Director."

Yakushi Kabuto shook his head with a bitter smile.

He had just been overthinking things.

Lord Shimizu was a decent person, after all.

How could he be like those decadent nobles who came to the Orphanage with greasy smiles, demanding young girls?

Of course, Yakushi Nonō had sternly refused all of them.

Because of this, even though the Orphanage had expanded into many homes, the subsidies from the Land of Fire had not increased at all.

It remained at the old standard,