"Ugh. Charlotte. I can't see well." "Come this way. Should I open the door a bit more?" "No. If I do that, we'll get caught... Ugh. It's too narrow. Let's take turns looking." "Can I look first?" "Um, go ahead then."

Ah! I'm so curious! I feel like I'm going to go crazy with curiosity! Yulia stood next to the door, arms crossed, but inside she was dying to peek through the crack.

What on earth is happening inside? Sir Sylvia and Aslan seem... close. Usually, they exchange harsh words and bicker, but that's something that can only happen among friends. Considering the difference in their statuses, it’s even more remarkable.

What kind of relationship do they have? Until now, I haven't really thought about it seriously. But thinking about it, there are more than a few suspicious things.

'He told her to take off her clothes...'

And that line. I must have misheard it, right? It must have sounded weird because I only heard part of it. Yulia’s feet tapped anxiously on the floor.

"What are they doing right now...?" "The knight lady is taking off her clothes with an embarrassed expression and neatly folding them." "Ugh." "Right now, she's turned her back to him." "Huuh..."

A sigh of relief escaped me. I was shocked, thinking they were enjoying adult games together! If her back is turned, then it can’t be that, right? ...Right?

"What about now?" "The uncle is touching the knight lady's back." "Why the back!?" "I don't know... And your voice is too loud, Yulia." "Ugh..."

Yulia covered her mouth, trying to lower her voice. Touching her back...? Why...? Is he giving her a massage or something? Isn’t it usually the shoulders? How can you massage the back while sitting?

No, even if it is a massage, it's strange. Why would a noble like Aslan be giving a bodyguard a massage? Isn’t that already a behavior that’s twisted beyond normal preference?

'I have no idea what’s happening just from what I've heard...!'

Sir Sylvia is sitting with her top off. And Aslan is touching her back? What, is he showing off his back muscles, or what? What is this?

Even though I’ve heard everything from Charlotte about what’s happening inside, the more I hear, the harder it becomes to imagine that scene. I want to see it directly...!

"Should we switch now? I’m curious too..." "Whoa. The knight lady got up. She’s turning around! In her underwear!?" "What...!?" "And the uncle is staring at the knight lady's chest really hard." "!? No, what kind of situation is this?"

Yulia’s pupils darted around, losing focus. Before long, her patience ran out. I have to see it too!

"L-Let's switch now! I want to see! I’m curious too...!" "Yulia! Don’t push like that...! Aah!?" "Ahh!"

Bang bang. Yulia tripped and stumbled, and she and Charlotte pushed against the door, falling over.

What was revealed was... Sir Sylvia, in her underwear, covering her chest with a bright red face. And Aslan, looking somewhat annoyed.

"..." "..." "Can you leave?" "Yes." "Ugh, okay."

Aslan’s quiet request. At this, Charlotte and Yulia quietly closed the door and left.

Thud, in front of the closed door. Charlotte and Yulia’s eyes met. Both of them looked confused, unable to decide what to do.

"Yulia... maybe the Countess will be the knight lady instead of us...!" "A formidable opponent has appeared unexpectedly..." "A formidable opponent? But you said you didn’t like the uncle." "Well, to play the role of an internal spy, wouldn’t it be necessary to become the Countess? It’s not like I particularly like him or anything! But in any case, I could... become Aslan's wife..."

Yulia muttered in a small voice, akin to ants crawling in. Charlotte's lips spread into a big grin. Though she couldn’t quite admit she still liked the uncle, she finally acknowledged wanting to be his wife.

Being honest is difficult for Yulia, so she won’t suddenly become completely honest. If she continues to open up little by little like this, she might completely acknowledge her true feelings. But while I was trying to provoke jealousy, she became straightforward as soon as she saw the knight lady getting close to the uncle...

'Am I not causing much of a sense of crisis?'

Charlotte felt a little, just a little, defeated and slightly disappointed. Am I not even a rival...?

"Sigh... There are more than a few things that are troubling me..."

[The Evil God, 'Kali', is furious at our Dark Knight and Necromancer for daring to speak such nonsense!]

"Sylvia and the maids..."

[The Evil God, 'Kali', is at a loss for words.]

Actually, I was indeed talking about Sylvia, Charlotte, and Yulia. One of them refused to remove the brand even though I offered to erase it. I can’t understand that decision at all.

Believing is one thing, and removing the brand is another, right? If it were me, I would’ve said, "Oh, thank you!" and bowed down, eager to get it removed. Sometimes Sylvia can be a bit too rigid.

Does she think that the farther away the body is, the farther the heart grows? It’s not necessary for the brand to remain for them to grow closer. In any case, she’s a frustrating one.

And the other two... Sigh. They still haven’t learned their lesson and are sneaking peeks into other people’s bedrooms. If you’re going to peek, at least do it quietly and without getting caught.

'Did I fail to educate them properly?'

I don’t really care whether they peek or not. But it’s undoubtedly a bad habit. Maybe I should scold them seriously. Recently, I feel like I’ve been too lenient, and sometimes I feel the need to show a strict side.

"Alright. Let’s have a stern talk to make sure they don’t peek into others' private lives again."

[The Evil God, 'Kali', is heartbroken but agrees with that statement while wiping away tears.]

Yeah. I need to toughen up my heart. I have to correct their bad habits. It’s not like I’m upset about being caught spending time with a half-naked Sylvia. I’m not afraid that my plan to get a pure and cute wife I’ve raised will go to waste.

Before I knew it, the day had dawned. It was around the time the kids were starting to wake up.

Just as I was thinking about standing up and going to find them... Knock knock knock, a high-pitched, small voice echoed from the office door. It wasn’t the usual sound of knocking at the upper part of the door but rather came from a bit lower down. I could immediately tell who the owner of the knocking sound was.

"You can come in." "Uncle..." "Aslan..."

Creak. The door opened cautiously, and a small voice could be heard. As expected, the visitors were Charlotte and Yulia. Both looked somewhat ashamed, their spirits low. ...This is going to weaken the sternness I had just built up.

"What’s going on?" "Um, it’s about yesterday... um." "It’s about sneaking a peek into your bedroom..." "I-I forgot to say I’m sorry... um." "I’m sorry..."

Charlotte and Yulia bent at a 90-degree angle as if showing off their flexible waists. The moment I saw that, I felt the anger I had been trying to forcefully hold back melt away. How am I supposed to stay mad at them?

[The Evil God, 'Kali', demands that we immediately forgive our Dark Knight and Necromancer and give them plenty of pets!]

"Ugh..." "Sniff."

No matter what Kali says, I let out a deep sigh and pretended to still be angry. When correcting a habit, one must do it properly. If I treat them too leniently just because they’re cute, it will only cause problems later.

"It seems like there’s still something you need to say." "I-I won’t do it again." "I’m reflecting on it. I won’t do it anymore..."

That’s a satisfactory answer. Maybe it was because they saw something somewhat embarrassing as they peeked in. They genuinely seem to be repentant. Only then did I relax my expression.

"What I said once has to be kept to have meaning. You’ll keep your promise not to do it again, right?" "Of course! ...Yes!" "I will never peek again...! I started following the maids, and it got fun, but now I realize it was wrong..."

So it really was the maids who caused it. I can understand Charlotte and Yulia being kids, but what about those maids? They’re adults teaching kids bad things. The real target I need to scold isn’t the kids but the maids.

When I relaxed my expression, the downcast faces of the kids brightened. Charlotte and Yulia quickly closed the distance that had been between us. I naturally stood up from my seat, lightly ruffled their hair as I passed by.

"Let’s go have breakfast." "Yes...!" "But are you really that curious about what happened with Sylvia yesterday?" "Ah, no? Not at all?" "I’m not curious at all? ...Right?"

These kids. I want them to be curious. I want to explain myself.

"This is your last chance. Are you curious?" "J-just a little...!" "They were really snuggling up together! I'm curious!" "Charlotte...!"

"It’s nothing other than the ceremony to erase the brand marked on Sylvia’s body. Sylvia was forced into a contract that made it impossible for her to betray Vermont." "Ah! I see! Of course, I knew that! It’s not strange; it’s a ceremony to erase the brand! Hmm. Yup! Just as I expected!" "I thought they were playing an adult game or something..."

"Charlotte...! Just!!!"

Although it felt like she was trying to come up with an excuse, it didn’t feel too bad. Still, I’m glad to clear up the misunderstanding. In the lightened atmosphere, I was walking side by side with the kids toward the dining room when suddenly...

"Uh!? An earthquake?" "...!"

Bang! A strong tremor shook the entire mansion as if something had fallen. That familiar sensation gave me a sense of déjà vu. At this, Charlotte and Yulia's faces lit up.

"Dirt Dirt...!"