Although it sounded a bit like self-consolation, Felis strangely felt a faint sense of relief: while his biological father was no good person, most of the rotten things he had done to Felis had been at someone else's instigation.
At least whenever he had evil intentions, Felis was not the first person who came to mind.
It sounded pitiful, but Felis had never felt much for Rolando anyway. If anything, it was just... tolerable.
For someone irrelevant, once he let go of the thing that bothered him most... the disgust of knowing even his own biological father saw him as trash... then he just had to ignore him.
Rolando's fate was definitely not going to be pleasant, whether he could bear to drink that bottle of medicine or not.
But Felis figured he would still drink it... Before Gilbert announced his return, Rolando, once he realized what he had been doing during this period, would surely swallow it in a hurry.
So that little scheme of his really was something everyone knew how to exploit. How could he still dare claim he was truly clever?
It was only because none of the benefits in Black Mystery Town were worth giving up the clean air of the Mage Tower for that he could still act as though he was so capable today.
Mm... Felis blinked at the library right before him... Perhaps it was because he had heard too much heartfelt praise from the nobles in Black Mystery Town that Rolando had come to think he was omnipotent?
If a Mage's greatest reliance had not still been his own spells, Rolando could probably have flown into the sky on the strength of that terrifying flattery.
Felis walked into the library expressionlessly, returning every probing glance, whether sincere or false, with the