There was an odd tension between us.
I hadn't revealed my name to him, yet he already seemed to know me. The only conclusion I could come to was that he had looked into me.
As soon as he noticed the skepticism in my eyes, he added quickly.
"We haven't looked into you. Aren't you famous? People know a bit about what you look like and what you wear. I figured it out based on that."
His explanation didn't make sense to me.
What I wore... I wasn't wearing the student uniform, much less the clothes I usually wore in the Count's house.
I was dressed in a common robe commonly worn by mercenaries, which I had purchased at the market.
Additionally, the man had called me by name as soon as the candles were lit.
That meant he had seen my face and identified me in less than a second.
'Does he think I'm an idiot?'
It was impossible for even the most observant person.
Even if people knew what I looked like, there were countless individuals with brown hair in the world, and it's highly likely that some of them resemble me.
"Don't push it. I'm not that nice."
"I apologize."
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