415. Avalon

The man gestured toward the window:

"They're the remaining half."

Hewitt took a sip of wine:

"You killed half."

The man revealed a wistful expression:

"Half, that word truly sounds pleasant."

Hewitt looked at his face without saying a word.

The man basked in self-indulgence for a moment.

Then abruptly burst into cheerful laughter:

"Just kidding, it's merely because I didn't prepare two steaks, and then I was inspired when I saw the half steak remaining."

The brown-haired man said:

"Allow me to introduce myself, I am Count Cyrus."

Hewitt said:

"I'm Hewitt."

Cyrus said:

"You must be an aristocrat too, Mr. Hewitt."

Hewitt said:

"Just a young baron, hardly worth mentioning."

Cyrus said:

"I quite like talking to civilized people because, in this place, there's only a bunch of country bumpkins, and they can't understand many of my decisions."

Cyrus picked up his knife and fork:

"You saw that, right? The poor bastard."

Hewitt said: