"No, Ellie, hear me out! What you just saw was a misunderstanding. I was only asking other women for advice because of my promise to you!"
Those first words Greg spoke after catching up to Ellie and taking her hand gave Wendy an overwhelming sense of déjà vu.
They reminded her of the showdown that had erupted when she first met the Bishop. With her help, he seemed to have used a similar excuse to pull the wool over Lady Ellie's eyes.
And what made the two incidents even more alike was that both confrontations seemed to have resulted from her own decisions.
Last time, her reminder had drawn Lady Ellie's attention to the Bishop's presence in the restaurant, accidentally causing a misunderstanding.
This time, she had brought Lady Ellie to this café, only to catch the Bishop together with Miss Catherine.
That left Wendy sweating even harder.
"Huh?"
At Greg's words, Ellie stopped and slowly turned around, an icy smile on her face and heavy sarcasm in her voice.
"So Young Master Greg still remembers his promise to a lowly little maid like me? I thought you'd completely forgotten about me by now."
Greg: "..."
To be honest, he really had forgotten.
Since returning to the Academy, he had been engrossed in the Dungeon. His days had been so comfortable and fulfilling that he really had let his promise to treat Ellie to a meal slip his mind.
Only when he saw that gloomy face outside the café window had the promise suddenly leaped out from the depths of his memory at that life-or-death moment.
But now, to save his own skin, he certainly couldn't let that slip.
"How could I possibly forget!"
Greg wore an exceptionally earnest expression.
"I've been thinking every day about when I could find