Bonus: Bergamot Flavor

It was when Elliott was in his second year of the upper division.

One afternoon after school, while they were working in the student council room, Cyril stood up and said, “I’ll go make some tea.”

In the student council room, some people made their own tea when they wanted a cup, while others had their servants prepare it for them.

Elliott thought tea was something you had a servant make, but Cyril preferred to prepare it himself.

Given how he was always going on about “Your Highness” this and “Your Highness” that, Cyril probably wanted to please the prince he so admired.

At first, Elliott had watched him coolly, thinking, He’s trying so hard to wag his tail for the prince. But apparently, Cyril simply enjoyed preparing drinks.

Elliott wasn’t sure if it counted as a hobby, but Cyril knew a lot about tea leaves and occasionally blended his own.

If it tasted awful, Elliott would have been ready with a cutting remark, but so far, none of Cyril’s teas had disappointed him.

“What kind of tea are we having today?”

His Highness paused his writing and asked Cyril...