Another peaceful day at the estate.

“Ricardo.” “Yes?” “Where are you going?”

The young lady, awakened by the rustling noise, looked at me with a question mark floating above her head as she saw me packing a bag in the corner of the room.

“Eek...! Are you running away?!” “Excuse me...?”

With wide, tearful eyes, she looked at me and said,

“I’ll eat just a little, so don’t run away!” “...What?”

“And... I’ll even share my chocolate...!”

I was surprised that she could make such an objective statement despite her overactive imagination, but her words, grasping at straws, made me …