"What are you waiting for!? Take him away!"
The head chef growled at his colleagues while pointing back at the kitchen before stepping in front of it to block as much of the temper tantrum outbreak as possible.
When the door closed and the muffled screeching could no longer be heard, the head chef took a deep breath and hurriedly approached the student who caused it all.
"My deepest apologies, young master! That boy, he… It's all my fault! He is someone... I picked up… an orphan with great talent for cooking far beyond his age…! A-at least that's what I thought! There must have been some accident that ruined your food… but… that's still inexcusable… As the head chef, I'll take full responsibility for this disaster and…"
"...~!"
The man dropped to his knees and began to apologize to Rotsard profusely, but although the boy didn't pay attention to him at first, looking towards the main door, once he spotted something and smirked, he presented the head chef with a mocking smile.
"A peasant, then? Forget about taking responsibility for that trash. You strike me as a person who believes that one can polish mud until it shines, but, unfortunately, you got your hands into a pool of diarrhea instead. Being subjected to that kind of employee every day is by far the worst punishment anyone could come up with for this offense. Similarly, from now on, I won't be subjecting myself to the services of this place if I can help it."
"!!!"
Rotsard scoffed, shaking his head in disgust before waving his hand dismissively, causing the head chef to tense up and grit his teeth at each mockery spoken as if those were all factual.
"Or do you want to add some…?"
"ROTSARD VALLHALL!"
The bleached-blond-haired boy sneered, but got interrupted by a thunderous roar of a righteous hero~!
Yes, the person for whom this whole play has been prepared finally entered the scene!"
"I hoped that you would change after…!"
"WHOA! Whoa! Easy there! Easy!"
Justin approached Rotsard's table, shaking his head in disbelief, but right then Rotsard jumped to his feet and started moving both hands as if appeasing a feral animal, completely stunning the challenger.
"There's no reason to get overly excited! I only mention excrements to make a point! I'm sorry, but there is nothing that you can roll around in or flung all over the place in here!"
"..."
Rotsard declared in exasperation, causing Justin's jaw to drop.
"Pfft…!"
But that was about all the commitment to the seriousness of a bit that the bleached-blond-haired boy could handle, and his troubled facade broke as he snorted…
"Nhahahahaha~!"
"!!!"
…and burst out in a peal of joyous laughter that brought the end of Justin's stun and caused his face to turn bright red as he clenched his fists and trembled, barely able to contain his anger from spilling over.
Rotsard's laugh couldn't be misunderstood. It was that kind of vicious laughter that one uses to ruthlessly mock and ridicule another, with no place to laugh with them. Only at them.
"Haaa… why are you forcing me to suffer through your presence, filthy peasant? I already ate something disgusting, I don't want to expose myself to something even more wretched. You cannot be attempting to stir trouble right before the beginning of the evaluation, can you…?"
The bleached-blond-haired boy breathed out, wiping a tear of joy from the corner of his eye before leaning into his chair and motioning his head in annoyance towards the future hero.
"...!"
Justin's anger was about to spill over, but at the moment he was in the too-furious-to-speak early stage of an outburst…
'Surely not… oh? In that case, could it be that a seed of common sense has sprouted in that fertilizer-filled head of yours and you want to mend our relationship?"
…which was ruthlessly used by Rotsard to mock him even more while sprawling himself into one of the most disrespectful positions one could take on a cafeteria chair.
"If you do a good enough job, I might actually accept it. Go on then. Beg~"
"...you…!"
And then Rotsard reached out his hand in an invite dripping with mockery, finally pushing Justin over the limit.
But as the future hero, with a face twisted by hatred. was taking a step forward…
"Move it."
"...eh…!?"
Someone scoffed at him from behind, and the next moment, Justin was pushed, losing his balance and falling down, almost toppling over Rotsard.
But instead of that, Justin ended up on his knees, right between Rotsard's legs, with his hands on Rotsard's spread thighs, and his face mere inches away from Rotsard's groin.
"WHO DI…?! Aahnn!"
The future hero, with his face crimson red from the anger, with veins popping up on his forehead and neck, was already in the middle of roaring and about to jump right up to confront the person who shoved him... but at that moment, Rotsard reached out and grasped the hair on the back of his head. As he pulled them back, it caused Justin's head to jolt back while an exceedingly questionable voice escaped the kneeling boy's mouth…
"Actions speak louder than words, and I see how much you want to win me over. Shameless, shameless~ But even so, I can't help but feel touched by the gesture. Continue~"
"!?!?"
Rotsard didn't let Justin take his eyes off him and leaned in while speaking in a low raspy voice, greatly enjoying the view as the anger and shock on the future hero's face was turning into genuine fear once he realized that his face was pushing his face ever so closer to the bleached-blond-haired boy's crotch without any sign of stopping.