We Should Match, Right?

“Can I glue colored paper onto this?”

“Yeah. Go ahead and use as many of Maria’s favorite colors as you like.”

“Hey, Maid! No, wait, you’re not a maid right now, are you? Anyway, why aren’t you giving me anything?”

“Y-yes. Here, I’ll give you another one, so could you help Maria out a little, too?”

A chill ran down my spine.

It felt like quite some time had passed since I’d started looking after the kids and trying my best not to look at the murderous aura filling the center of the reception room.

No, murderous wasn’t quite the right word. How should I put it...

“So, Your Highness, it’s not that I deliberately kept where I live a secret...”

“You know that’s exactly the tenth time you’ve made that excuse, don’t you, Glen-oppa?”

“Y-yes... Anyway, as I keep telling you, I didn’t deliberately avoid contacting you. It’s just...”...