Asking for the Truth

The six of them were obviously utterly bewildered. Suddenly seized and thrown into prison, poisoned by someone of unknown identity, and now waking up in a completely unfamiliar mountain range—it probably felt much like being transported wholesale into another world.

Benjamin, standing not far away, was probably the only familiar presence they had at that moment.

"...Y-young Master?"

Benjamin had already wiped away his disguise, revealing his true face. The servants sat up from the ground and stared at him for a long while. In the end, Jeremy was the first to recognize him, shrinking back in fright.

Benjamin smiled and nodded.

The other servants were also stunned, exchanging looks with hesitant expressions.

"W-which young master?"

Benjamin walked over, crouched before them, and comforted them. "It's me, Benjamin—the young master who was nearly burned to death in the square. The one who became Pope is Grant. He's the one who got involved with men, not me. I don't know how much you understand about what happened, but... you're safe now."

At those words, all of them widened their eyes and froze where they sat, unable to speak for a long time.

Jeremy stared blankly at Benjamin's face. After coming back to his senses, he looked left and right, and only after quite a while did a look of utter shock appear on his face.

"N-no wonder..." His whole body began to tremble. "A-after that incident, Young Master never, never looked kindly at me again, and never spoke to me either. So it was... so it was..."

As he spoke, he began wiping away tears and could not continue, leaving Benjamin deeply awkward.

These people had never realized that Grant had switched identities with him? Were they really that unobservant? Had Grant's disguise truly been so successful?

"Stop crying. I'm fine,