Daughter of the Emperor

I took a big breath.

“Ferdel said that it’s more suspicious for an empire as large as our to not have any corrupt officers.”

“But I can’t ignore a bug in front of me.”

What was my father bragging about anyway?

Of course, I agreed that a corrupt governor should be renounced, but I didn’t agree with this method. I loved that daddy would not go to war anymore, but that didn’t mean I wanted him to go on a rampage because he didn’t like something on the report! As I glared as if I would kill him, my dad finally said something to me as if he was sorry.

“I didn’t kill anyone.”

Seriously, father?!

“Not killing someone was good enough for you?! That’s total nonsense!”

I would listen to him only if he talked using rational human logic. What kind of nonsense puppy logic was that? When I laughed shortly because I was unpleasantly surprised, Caitel nodded proudly.

“I didn’t cut off any arms or legs either. I think that’s plenty kind enough.”

“...”

How was that considered kind?!

I was reminded of how extraordinary my dad was several times a day... Really, he behaved like he’s from another world sometimes.

I was the one who hailed from another world here!

Back then, I used to worry that everyone in this world might act like my dad. Luckily, he’s the only one as extraordinary as this.

Wait, was that a good thing? Should I be happy?

Oh, I didn’t know. Whatever! I had given up on finding a rational conclusion.

“Fine, let’s have dinner.”

“You said it was lunchtime.”

... Was he asking for a fight?

Caitel smiled as I frowned. I didn’t know what was so funny, but seeing him smile made me feel anew.

Ah, fine. It is what it is.

I raised my head coldly.

“So, do you not want to eat then?”

“We should eat.”

When I reached out to him upon hearing his answer, which seemed so natural, Caitel’s hands overlapped over mine.

I breathed a deep sigh as if I couldn’t help it.

What could I do? The rest of this mess still needed to be dealt with...

Before I left the office, I looked around at the attendants who were chasing after Caitel.

“Let the chancellor handle the rest.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”