"Hmm… fascinating."
Inside the slowly rocking carriage.
Outside the same monotonous scenery streamed past.
And in this dull, repetitive space, the only thing that seemed to amuse her—
Alice, dressed neatly in a violet dress, murmured those words.
"What is fascinating?"
I couldn't understand. Trapped inside this carriage with nothing to do but train, rest, and repeat—what exactly was worth marveling at?
"At the duke's residence, I could barely drink it without wincing. But inside this carriage, you managed to brew it properly. Have your skills improved already?"
That was unlikely.
And could she really tell the difference?
To me, it tasted the same as always.
"Well… maybe?"
"That answer doesn't sound like you. Suspicious."
She closed her eyes slightly, as if thinking deeply.
"Still, for a demon, your tea-brewing is… unexpectedly useful."
When she opened her eyes again, a colder glint rested there.
Not directed at me.
But beside me—
