"I-I'm sorry! It won't happen again!"

Monica knelt on the ground with her hands raised in the air, a pitiful display of repentance.

I picked up the bizarre comic she had drawn and flipped through its pages.

A story about an all-powerful butler devoted to his lady, their relationship blossoming into romance.

Nothing particularly noteworthy—if it weren’t for the fact that the butler was modeled after the curator, who in turn was based on my past life.

"..."

"Your Grace, I-I mean…"

"Enough. I get it. You can lower your hands now."

Monica obediently dropped her arms, sneaking glances at …