Oh my...
I glanced at Linel, who was giggling.
But he couldn't stop laughing easily, as if he were so funny.
Grand Duke Martins's bewildered gaze landed on me.
I pretended not to see him, smoothed my hair, and pretended not to notice.
"Are you taking over my prenatal care, Your Majesty?"
Grand Duke Martins, who had already heard about my pregnancy from Moiya, asked quietly.
"Do you think that's all? I'm also taking over my morning sickness. Oh, I suddenly feel nauseous again... Ugh!"
He even retched.
"Your Majesty! Are you okay?"
I asked pitifully, rubbing his back.
"Haa, I'm fine. But seeing your face makes me want to eat sweet potatoes again."
"...What does my face have to do with sweet potatoes, that you're saying that?"
Grand Duke Martins felt his face with his hand, a bewildered expression on his face.
“Have you ever heard that you look like a sweet potato?”
“I’ve never heard of it before.”
Grand Duke Martins scratched his neck; his pride was hurt.
I glanced at Linel, who was giggling.
But he couldn't stop laughing easily, as if he were so funny.
Grand Duke Martins's bewildered gaze landed on me.
I pretended not to see him, smoothed my hair, and pretended not to notice.
"Are you taking over my prenatal care, Your Majesty?"
Grand Duke Martins, who had already heard about my pregnancy from Moiya, asked quietly.
"Do you think that's all? I'm also taking over my morning sickness. Oh, I suddenly feel nauseous again... Ugh!"
He even retched.
"Your Majesty! Are you okay?"
I asked pitifully, rubbing his back.
"Haa, I'm fine. But seeing your face makes me want to eat sweet potatoes again."
"...What does my face have to do with sweet potatoes, that you're saying that?"
Grand Duke Martins felt his face with his hand, a bewildered expression on his face.
“Have you ever heard that you look like a sweet potato?”
“I’ve never heard of it before.”
Grand Duke Martins scratched his neck; his pride was hurt.
“Why do you keep saying that? You don’t look like the Grand Duke at all...”
I quickly poked Linel in the ribs and ventriloquized.
When on earth did you develop such a shaky aesthetic sense?
Linel ignored Grand Duke Martins’s bewildered gaze and searched for Stiane.
“Are you looking for me, Your Majesty?”
But it wasn’t Stiane who entered the office, but Raphael.
“Why are you here?”
“The chamberlain is temporarily out of the office. What is the matter?”
“Bring me some sweet potatoes.”
“Are you going to roast them in the fireplace again? Didn’t you finish a whole basket before the trial?”
Raphael asked him, his voice filled with concern, how many sweet potatoes he could eat in a day.
“What can I do if that’s all I eat?”
He replied with a grumbling tone.
“Yes, sweet potatoes. I will bring them to you...”
Raphael was about to leave the office, reluctantly following his orders, when Linel shouted urgently,
“Wait! Squid too!”
“?”
Why was the squid suddenly crying out?
“Your Majesty, why are you looking for squid all of a sudden?”
My head snapped to the side at his sudden mention of squid.
“Looking at Raphael’s face, I suddenly crave squid. Bring me some squid too.”
“...Huh?!”
Even his morning sickness is unusual.
It seemed like everyone he saw had a food in mind.
“Your Majesty, you’re really good at joking. Hahaha!”
Squid said, denying reality.
Linel then carefully observed Raphael’s face and said, as if driving a wedge,
“Bring me the giant squid.”
That was the moment Raphael’s nickname changed from the open pants of the Imperial Palace to the giant squid.
Grand Duke Martins returned to the villa after eating a few squids with Emperor Linel in the office.
The thought, which had been somewhat unfamiliar when speaking with Emperor Linel in his office, hit him hard the moment he entered his quarters.
"I will become the King of the kingdom of Shattonil?"
Grand Duke Martins stood before the mirror, staring blankly at his face.
He stroked his chin with his hand, and a smile escaped his lips.
If Prince Teslela were a proper man, he wouldn't dare challenge this position.
He was content with his position as a member of the royal family and a nobleman leading the kingdom's largest merchant group. He lacked neither wealth nor prestige.
He had always considered it a good idea to live a life where he could subtly influence the affairs of state if Prince Tesler became King.
However, he had looked up at a tree his cousin couldn't climb, and ultimately had his neck broken.
And in a most comical way.
His absurd and foolish ambition to unite the northern continent was squashed by Emperor Linel.
"That's why you should have kept to your proper place and built up your inner strength from the beginning. You fool."
Grand Duke Martins had already grasped his place.
However, early in his life in the Lapion imperial court, he too had a period of fanciful dreams.
He briefly harbored feelings for Zelda, but his brilliant judgment quickly dismissed them.
Emperor Linel was not someone he could deal with, and Zelda was not a woman he could embrace.
Where his feelings of infatuation were cut short, friendship quickly blossomed.
Ultimately, Grand Duke Martins's choice proved to be the right one.
Having abandoned Prince Tesla and sided with Zelda, he was receiving such a grand gift.
With Emperor Linel's support, his chances of ascending to the throne of the Shattonil Kingdom would be far greater than anyone else's.
If Emperor Linel could provide external assistance, then with internal support from the Shattonil royal family as well, things would be much easier.
Knock, knock.
A knock on the door snapped Grand Duke Martins out of his reverie.
It was his subordinate, Sir Rolf.
"What's the matter?"
"Princess Resilia has arrived."
"...Bring her in."
At that moment, Grand Duke Martins remembered what Linel had said in his office.
"Roast Princess Resilia so she'll become your ally."
"I have a favor to ask,"
Princess Resilia said, her expression somewhat desperate as she approached the Grand Duke.
"As for the outcome of Prince Tesla's trial, it's already out of my hands."
The reason for her visit was obvious.
The Grand Duke answered without even listening to the Princess.
"I came to ask about my brother."
Princess Resilia stepped forward, her voice sharp and firm.
“Then what is it?”
“I need money. A lot of it.”
“Money...?”
Was there a dress you wanted to buy? Or had she seen one of the concubines wearing a coveted piece of jewelry?
Grand Duke Martins looked at Princess Resilia with a pitiful gaze.
She seemed to have something to say. She didn’t seem to have come to indulge in extravagance.
“Um... no. Give me gold bars instead of money.”
Princess Resilia changed her mind.
If she wanted to get a fair price and exchange it for local currency in the southern continent, the Pasha Empire, gold bars were preferable.
Princess Resilia roughly calculated the amount she would have to give the guild and the amount she would need to spend on her own during her journey to the Pasha Empire.
“Sixteen gold bars. Is that possible?”
That amount would be enough to purchase a decent mansion, if not a grand one.
The larger the loan, the greater the likelihood of a significant risk.
When Grand Duke Martins didn't readily respond, Princess Resilia, perhaps feeling uneasy, suddenly raised her voice.
"If my brother is stripped of his title as Prince... the Grand Duke will have a chance, right?"
Grand Duke Martins's eyebrows furrowed at Princess Lesilia's blunt statement.
"What are you planning on saying?"
"I will support the Grand Duke."
Her voice was quite determined.
"I will support... what do you mean?"
"I will support the Grand Duke so you can become the King of Shattonil. I may not be of much help, but as the only Princess of the royal family, I will have some influence, right?"
Perhaps Princess Resilia's support could have a significant impact.
Grand Duke Martins's mind began to race.
"What do you plan to use it for?"
In the end, the Grand Duke took Princess Resilia's outstretched hand.
No, he pretended to take it.
His intuition told him the Princess was up to something.
"I hope this is a foolish plan..."
Princess Resilia would be of use only when she remained the Princess of the Shattonil Kingdom.
If she committed a crime like Prince Tesla, it would be better to avoid getting involved. If the problematic siblings of the Shattonil royal family self-destructed, Grand Duke Martins's legitimacy in assuming the throne would naturally increase.
Therefore, it was necessary to know the source of the money and prepare in advance.
Grand Duke Martins quickly completed the calculation.
"If you tell me your plan, I will help you accordingly."
"That... I will tell you after I receive the money from the Grand Duke."
Princess Resilia pursed her lips and finally said.
"You want to make a deal?"
Grand Duke Martins sneered inwardly.
"Then I will give you half of the gold you asked for."
Princess Resilia glared at the Grand Duke, who refused to comply with her request.
Grand Duke Martins ignored her gaze and continued speaking.
"After all, the gold I have now is only half of what you want."
"...Fine. Give me half. I'll reveal the source once I receive the remaining gold bars. Can you have them ready by 9:00 AM tomorrow?"
Princess Resilia sighed deeply and, as if she had no other choice, offered the Grand Duke another deal.
"Yes, I will personally come and visit you with the remaining gold bars at that time."
Grand Duke Martins replied, walking towards the safe set up in the room for his distinguished guests.
The next morning, at 9:00 AM,
Grand Duke Martins, as promised, went to Princess Resilia's room with the remaining gold bars.
Placing a bag containing eight bars on the table, the Grand Duke placed his hand on them and asked,
"Now tell me. What do you plan to do with the bars?"
"To find my son,"
Princess Resilia replied without hesitation.
"...Lord Rams?"
What was this?
Princess Resilia's completely unexpected words left Grand Duke Martins's head spinning for a moment.
"Yes, I found out where Rams is. I can't let that pumpkin, Rosie, raise my son. I'll take Rams and go to the Pasha Empire first."
"Princess, you must think rationally!"
"It's too late. I've already used half the gold bars I received from the Grand Duke last night to hire a guild."
She said with a proud expression.
'Damn it! They say ignorance is bliss!'
Princess Resilia's foolish, yet risky execution was even faster than Prince Tesla's.
"Several guild members should be heading to Rams's location by now."
Princess Resilia said, glancing at the grandfather clock.
Grand Duke Martins exclaimed, astonished.
"That's blatant kidnapping!"
"Kidnapping? How is that kidnapping when the birth mother is taking my child?"
Princess Resilia glared at the Grand Duke with a venomous gaze.
"Prince Norton won't stand by."
"So you're telling me to sit back and let my child be raised by another woman? I will never allow that."
With the Crown Princess at stake?
And with Rams potentially ascending to the throne of the Pasha Empire, why give that up?
Princess Resilia's resolve was firm.
"Haven't you ever considered it too late?"
Grand Duke Martins gave her a look of sympathy.
"No? Not at all. As soon as Rams and I arrive at the Pasha Palace, the situation will turn around."
Her tone was confident.
The Princess's tone was laced with a certain madness.
Her plan, devised in a short time and with a quick wry wit, was quite bold.
"This afternoon is the day the results of Prince Tesla's trial will be announced."
"Grand Duke, my nose is three inches long."
She had already abandoned her brother.
Princess Resilia hurried out of the room, carrying a bag of gold bars.
Grand Duke Martins had Sir Rolf follow her and quickly ran to the room where Prince Norton was staying.
Will my heart feel lighter when the results of Prince Tesla's trial are out?
Even before the results were out, I felt a sense of relief, as if a long-standing congestion was fading away.
I decided to have lunch at the main palace with the two brothers who were competing with me.
There was still some time before lunch, but I wanted to get there early and spend some time with Joseph, so I started preparing to go to the main palace with Sharon.
But then, without even knocking, the bedroom door opened urgently.
"Your Highness Zelda!"
"Grand Duke Martins...?"
The Grand Duke, who came in breathlessly, had an unusual expression.
This wasn't the time for polite questions.
"I have an urgent message for you."
"What's going on?"
"Princess Resilia is attempting to kidnap Rams. She's already started moving!"
"Huh? What do you mean? Is that true?!"
"Yes, when I went to tell Prince Norton, I heard he'd already set out with Her Highness Rosie for where Rams was staying."
"Yes, that's right. But how did Princess Resilia know where Rams was?"
Even if she knew, what on earth was she thinking when she committed such a terrible act?
"I don't know about that. I heard Prince Norton traveled by carriage, but it seems the guilds hired by Princess Resilia are a step ahead."
It meant they might have already taken Rams.
"No!"
That damn Resilia!
"First, order Commander Macrom to block all routes from the Imperial Palace to the Pasha Empire. We'll catch up with the carriage carrying Prince Norton and Rosie on horseback and relay the news."
"Shouldn't we tell His Majesty before we act?"
"He's in a meeting right now. And there's no time to get to the palace."
I spoke bluntly to the Grand Duke, then turned to Sharon, who was fidgeting and stamping her feet.
"Sharon, tell Commander Macrom exactly what I just said. And let the palace know too! Can you do it?"
“Yes, don’t worry!”
“Yes. Your Highness, we’ll go out right now.”
I opened the bedroom door and ran down the hallway.
“Ha, but you’re not alone right now!”
Grand Duke Martins diligently chased after me and tried to stop me, but the Grand Duke, being alone, couldn’t keep up with my running speed.
I quickly went down to the lobby and ordered the knight on guard to bring me a horse.
As soon as Zelda and Grand Duke Martins left the bedroom,
“Oh? Rams is a dumb little bastard, but he’s popular, isn’t he?
Moiya, who was eating a sausage under the bed, threw it down and got out of bed.
“Oh, that guy from Rosie? How does he look so popular?”
Moni said as she followed him.
“He just looks like a doughy, pressed-out wheat bread.”
“Does he look insignificant?”
Moni laughed, holding her stomach.
“Yeah! He’s so insignificant, but everyone treats Rams well? They feed him, wash him, and clothe him.”
“Wow, what kind of human is that?”
“That Norton kid,”
Moiya replied indifferently, picking at his ear.
“Our great wyvern kid has been doing everything by himself since he was born! I wonder what his shameless face looks like, Moni~.”
“...Do you want to go see it too?”
Moiya asked, extending his hand to Moni.
I quickly poked Linel in the ribs and ventriloquized.
When on earth did you develop such a shaky aesthetic sense?
Linel ignored Grand Duke Martins’s bewildered gaze and searched for Stiane.
“Are you looking for me, Your Majesty?”
But it wasn’t Stiane who entered the office, but Raphael.
“Why are you here?”
“The chamberlain is temporarily out of the office. What is the matter?”
“Bring me some sweet potatoes.”
“Are you going to roast them in the fireplace again? Didn’t you finish a whole basket before the trial?”
Raphael asked him, his voice filled with concern, how many sweet potatoes he could eat in a day.
“What can I do if that’s all I eat?”
He replied with a grumbling tone.
“Yes, sweet potatoes. I will bring them to you...”
Raphael was about to leave the office, reluctantly following his orders, when Linel shouted urgently,
“Wait! Squid too!”
“?”
Why was the squid suddenly crying out?
“Your Majesty, why are you looking for squid all of a sudden?”
My head snapped to the side at his sudden mention of squid.
“Looking at Raphael’s face, I suddenly crave squid. Bring me some squid too.”
“...Huh?!”
Even his morning sickness is unusual.
It seemed like everyone he saw had a food in mind.
“Your Majesty, you’re really good at joking. Hahaha!”
Squid said, denying reality.
Linel then carefully observed Raphael’s face and said, as if driving a wedge,
“Bring me the giant squid.”
That was the moment Raphael’s nickname changed from the open pants of the Imperial Palace to the giant squid.
***
Grand Duke Martins returned to the villa after eating a few squids with Emperor Linel in the office.
The thought, which had been somewhat unfamiliar when speaking with Emperor Linel in his office, hit him hard the moment he entered his quarters.
"I will become the King of the kingdom of Shattonil?"
Grand Duke Martins stood before the mirror, staring blankly at his face.
He stroked his chin with his hand, and a smile escaped his lips.
If Prince Teslela were a proper man, he wouldn't dare challenge this position.
He was content with his position as a member of the royal family and a nobleman leading the kingdom's largest merchant group. He lacked neither wealth nor prestige.
He had always considered it a good idea to live a life where he could subtly influence the affairs of state if Prince Tesler became King.
However, he had looked up at a tree his cousin couldn't climb, and ultimately had his neck broken.
And in a most comical way.
His absurd and foolish ambition to unite the northern continent was squashed by Emperor Linel.
"That's why you should have kept to your proper place and built up your inner strength from the beginning. You fool."
Grand Duke Martins had already grasped his place.
However, early in his life in the Lapion imperial court, he too had a period of fanciful dreams.
He briefly harbored feelings for Zelda, but his brilliant judgment quickly dismissed them.
Emperor Linel was not someone he could deal with, and Zelda was not a woman he could embrace.
Where his feelings of infatuation were cut short, friendship quickly blossomed.
Ultimately, Grand Duke Martins's choice proved to be the right one.
Having abandoned Prince Tesla and sided with Zelda, he was receiving such a grand gift.
With Emperor Linel's support, his chances of ascending to the throne of the Shattonil Kingdom would be far greater than anyone else's.
If Emperor Linel could provide external assistance, then with internal support from the Shattonil royal family as well, things would be much easier.
Knock, knock.
A knock on the door snapped Grand Duke Martins out of his reverie.
It was his subordinate, Sir Rolf.
"What's the matter?"
"Princess Resilia has arrived."
"...Bring her in."
At that moment, Grand Duke Martins remembered what Linel had said in his office.
"Roast Princess Resilia so she'll become your ally."
"I have a favor to ask,"
Princess Resilia said, her expression somewhat desperate as she approached the Grand Duke.
"As for the outcome of Prince Tesla's trial, it's already out of my hands."
The reason for her visit was obvious.
The Grand Duke answered without even listening to the Princess.
"I came to ask about my brother."
Princess Resilia stepped forward, her voice sharp and firm.
“Then what is it?”
“I need money. A lot of it.”
“Money...?”
Was there a dress you wanted to buy? Or had she seen one of the concubines wearing a coveted piece of jewelry?
Grand Duke Martins looked at Princess Resilia with a pitiful gaze.
She seemed to have something to say. She didn’t seem to have come to indulge in extravagance.
“Um... no. Give me gold bars instead of money.”
Princess Resilia changed her mind.
If she wanted to get a fair price and exchange it for local currency in the southern continent, the Pasha Empire, gold bars were preferable.
Princess Resilia roughly calculated the amount she would have to give the guild and the amount she would need to spend on her own during her journey to the Pasha Empire.
“Sixteen gold bars. Is that possible?”
That amount would be enough to purchase a decent mansion, if not a grand one.
The larger the loan, the greater the likelihood of a significant risk.
When Grand Duke Martins didn't readily respond, Princess Resilia, perhaps feeling uneasy, suddenly raised her voice.
"If my brother is stripped of his title as Prince... the Grand Duke will have a chance, right?"
Grand Duke Martins's eyebrows furrowed at Princess Lesilia's blunt statement.
"What are you planning on saying?"
"I will support the Grand Duke."
Her voice was quite determined.
"I will support... what do you mean?"
"I will support the Grand Duke so you can become the King of Shattonil. I may not be of much help, but as the only Princess of the royal family, I will have some influence, right?"
Perhaps Princess Resilia's support could have a significant impact.
Grand Duke Martins's mind began to race.
"What do you plan to use it for?"
In the end, the Grand Duke took Princess Resilia's outstretched hand.
No, he pretended to take it.
His intuition told him the Princess was up to something.
"I hope this is a foolish plan..."
Princess Resilia would be of use only when she remained the Princess of the Shattonil Kingdom.
If she committed a crime like Prince Tesla, it would be better to avoid getting involved. If the problematic siblings of the Shattonil royal family self-destructed, Grand Duke Martins's legitimacy in assuming the throne would naturally increase.
Therefore, it was necessary to know the source of the money and prepare in advance.
Grand Duke Martins quickly completed the calculation.
"If you tell me your plan, I will help you accordingly."
"That... I will tell you after I receive the money from the Grand Duke."
Princess Resilia pursed her lips and finally said.
"You want to make a deal?"
Grand Duke Martins sneered inwardly.
"Then I will give you half of the gold you asked for."
Princess Resilia glared at the Grand Duke, who refused to comply with her request.
Grand Duke Martins ignored her gaze and continued speaking.
"After all, the gold I have now is only half of what you want."
"...Fine. Give me half. I'll reveal the source once I receive the remaining gold bars. Can you have them ready by 9:00 AM tomorrow?"
Princess Resilia sighed deeply and, as if she had no other choice, offered the Grand Duke another deal.
"Yes, I will personally come and visit you with the remaining gold bars at that time."
Grand Duke Martins replied, walking towards the safe set up in the room for his distinguished guests.
***
The next morning, at 9:00 AM,
Grand Duke Martins, as promised, went to Princess Resilia's room with the remaining gold bars.
Placing a bag containing eight bars on the table, the Grand Duke placed his hand on them and asked,
"Now tell me. What do you plan to do with the bars?"
"To find my son,"
Princess Resilia replied without hesitation.
"...Lord Rams?"
What was this?
Princess Resilia's completely unexpected words left Grand Duke Martins's head spinning for a moment.
"Yes, I found out where Rams is. I can't let that pumpkin, Rosie, raise my son. I'll take Rams and go to the Pasha Empire first."
"Princess, you must think rationally!"
"It's too late. I've already used half the gold bars I received from the Grand Duke last night to hire a guild."
She said with a proud expression.
'Damn it! They say ignorance is bliss!'
Princess Resilia's foolish, yet risky execution was even faster than Prince Tesla's.
"Several guild members should be heading to Rams's location by now."
Princess Resilia said, glancing at the grandfather clock.
Grand Duke Martins exclaimed, astonished.
"That's blatant kidnapping!"
"Kidnapping? How is that kidnapping when the birth mother is taking my child?"
Princess Resilia glared at the Grand Duke with a venomous gaze.
"Prince Norton won't stand by."
"So you're telling me to sit back and let my child be raised by another woman? I will never allow that."
With the Crown Princess at stake?
And with Rams potentially ascending to the throne of the Pasha Empire, why give that up?
Princess Resilia's resolve was firm.
"Haven't you ever considered it too late?"
Grand Duke Martins gave her a look of sympathy.
"No? Not at all. As soon as Rams and I arrive at the Pasha Palace, the situation will turn around."
Her tone was confident.
The Princess's tone was laced with a certain madness.
Her plan, devised in a short time and with a quick wry wit, was quite bold.
"This afternoon is the day the results of Prince Tesla's trial will be announced."
"Grand Duke, my nose is three inches long."
She had already abandoned her brother.
Princess Resilia hurried out of the room, carrying a bag of gold bars.
Grand Duke Martins had Sir Rolf follow her and quickly ran to the room where Prince Norton was staying.
***
Will my heart feel lighter when the results of Prince Tesla's trial are out?
Even before the results were out, I felt a sense of relief, as if a long-standing congestion was fading away.
I decided to have lunch at the main palace with the two brothers who were competing with me.
There was still some time before lunch, but I wanted to get there early and spend some time with Joseph, so I started preparing to go to the main palace with Sharon.
But then, without even knocking, the bedroom door opened urgently.
"Your Highness Zelda!"
"Grand Duke Martins...?"
The Grand Duke, who came in breathlessly, had an unusual expression.
This wasn't the time for polite questions.
"I have an urgent message for you."
"What's going on?"
"Princess Resilia is attempting to kidnap Rams. She's already started moving!"
"Huh? What do you mean? Is that true?!"
"Yes, when I went to tell Prince Norton, I heard he'd already set out with Her Highness Rosie for where Rams was staying."
"Yes, that's right. But how did Princess Resilia know where Rams was?"
Even if she knew, what on earth was she thinking when she committed such a terrible act?
"I don't know about that. I heard Prince Norton traveled by carriage, but it seems the guilds hired by Princess Resilia are a step ahead."
It meant they might have already taken Rams.
"No!"
That damn Resilia!
"First, order Commander Macrom to block all routes from the Imperial Palace to the Pasha Empire. We'll catch up with the carriage carrying Prince Norton and Rosie on horseback and relay the news."
"Shouldn't we tell His Majesty before we act?"
"He's in a meeting right now. And there's no time to get to the palace."
I spoke bluntly to the Grand Duke, then turned to Sharon, who was fidgeting and stamping her feet.
"Sharon, tell Commander Macrom exactly what I just said. And let the palace know too! Can you do it?"
“Yes, don’t worry!”
“Yes. Your Highness, we’ll go out right now.”
I opened the bedroom door and ran down the hallway.
“Ha, but you’re not alone right now!”
Grand Duke Martins diligently chased after me and tried to stop me, but the Grand Duke, being alone, couldn’t keep up with my running speed.
I quickly went down to the lobby and ordered the knight on guard to bring me a horse.
***
As soon as Zelda and Grand Duke Martins left the bedroom,
“Oh? Rams is a dumb little bastard, but he’s popular, isn’t he?
Moiya, who was eating a sausage under the bed, threw it down and got out of bed.
“Oh, that guy from Rosie? How does he look so popular?”
Moni said as she followed him.
“He just looks like a doughy, pressed-out wheat bread.”
“Does he look insignificant?”
Moni laughed, holding her stomach.
“Yeah! He’s so insignificant, but everyone treats Rams well? They feed him, wash him, and clothe him.”
“Wow, what kind of human is that?”
“That Norton kid,”
Moiya replied indifferently, picking at his ear.
“Our great wyvern kid has been doing everything by himself since he was born! I wonder what his shameless face looks like, Moni~.”
“...Do you want to go see it too?”
Moiya asked, extending his hand to Moni.
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