Roselle's expression changed, and he hurriedly pulled the disappointed Matilda outside. When they reached the banquet, they found everyone gathered in a circle around two obviously drunken nobles who were fighting one-on-one.
One accused the other of stealing his wife, while the other called him impotent and said he was only helping. Both men were accustomed to pampered lives, and their fighting was scarcely any different from women's.
Apart from the screaming woman, everyone there watched with glee, inwardly wishing they would fight even harder.
This was also the scene Edward saw after leaving the washroom. He looked utterly speechless. "Uh, surely this one can't be blamed on my 'banquet bad-luck constitution,' right?"
In the end, the banquet celebrating Roselle's return from his voyage concluded with this farce. As the guests left one after another, Edward, who had stayed until the end, also said goodbye to Roselle and his wife.
"Hmph!"
Bernadette turned her little face away and folded her arms, looking every inch the picture of indignation.
"I'm off."
Just as Edward was about to turn away, Roselle suddenly asked with feigned casualness, "Klein, I never got the chance to ask you earlier. Why didn't Dubois come tonight? You didn't really fire him, did you?"
Edward said, "Oh, he had some important matters to attend to tonight."
Roselle raised an eyebrow. "As a butler, what could possibly be more important than serving his employer? That's a serious dereliction of duty! Why keep someone like that around? You should just fire him!"
Heh, you don't mean a word of that.
If I really were to fire Dubois, you'd be the first to plead his case!
"I'll give your suggestion some serious thought. Good night, Roselle, Matilda, and... our Most Dazzling Jewel of Trier."
Bernadette's little face flushed. The last time