“… It’s hot.”
The month changed.
Riley was under a garden tree’s shadow and killing time. He murmured again.
“It’s hot.”
He had said it so many times. Countless times.
“Ah… It’s too hot.”
“Young Master.”
“…?”
Riley, who was lying all stretched out while leaning against the tree, moved his eyes after hearing someone’s voice calling for him.
“It will only feel hotter if you keep saying it is hot. How about you think of something else?”
It was Ian.
‘Look who’s talking. You are standing in the sun and sweating all over. How could you say that?’
Thinking that, Riley asked.
“Aren’t you hot?”
“If you change your attitude, it is possible to not feel hot…”
“Cut the nonsense.”
Riley furrowed his brows and interrupted Ian’s words.
It was summer.
Summer came.
It was the time period where the sunlight was at its hottest.
It was no use even if Riley surrounded his entire body with mana.
By the order of nature, it was still hot.
“It’s not like I’m mentally ill… It’s hot, so I should say it is hot. Am I supposed to say ‘Oh my! It’s so nice and cool?’ Should I?”
“Ugh. Young Master. That is a problem for you. It’s because you are not moving. If you broke some sweat as a youth, you would actually welcome a hot weather like this…”
“Bullcrap! Do dogs have horns?”
As if he was trying to tell Ian to stop, Riley waved around his right arm.
Ian’s face and neck was full of sweat.
If anyone was watching the two just to see who was going to collapse from heat exhaustion, it was probably apparent that Ian was in danger of collapsing that way. It looked that serious.
“It’s a matter of mental power.”
As if he was trying not to lose, Ian said one more thing.
Riley’s eyebrows wiggled.
“Ian, by any chance, do you want to quit?”
“Haha. Have you forgotten who recommended me for this job? There is Lady Iris, so… I think you can set aside a worry like that.”
“…”
Riley tightly shut his eyes and cursed inside.
To Riley, who always got stretched out from the heat during summer, as if that wasn’t enough, Ian’s existence was about as annoying as cicada or mosquito. However, Ian was also someone who Riley would miss if Riley sent him away.
“Ian.”
After barely managing to suppress his frustration, Riley called Ian.
“Yes!”
Ian responded with a strong voice.
Unlike ordinary people that got warn out from the heat, Ian was the type that got stronger from the heat. He was an odd one like that.
Riley’s frustration, which he just suppressed, came right back up. Riley mumbled.
“You. You are really terrible at fanning. Did you know that?”
“…”
Having heard what Riley just said, Ian, who was diligently fanning Riley with a fan, stopped fanning.
“You are absolutely terrible.”
It seemed Riley realized that attack on Ian was effective. He said it once again.
In fact, Ian was bad at fanning. It was enough to add the adjective words, ‘absolute worst,’ to describe his fanning.
“If there is a talent called only picking warm air to fan, then you have a talent.”
There should be cool breeze here and there. However, somehow, Ian only generated warm wind. It was making Riley feel disgusted.