He pushed open the door and found Klee holding a small paintbrush, daubing colors onto a sheet of paper.
The picture showed Kamisato Satoru, Klee, and a woman who looked like a grown-up version of Klee. Presumably, that was Alice.
Although her drawing skills were still somewhat childish, the family portrait had an exceptionally harmonious and beautiful atmosphere.
Looking at the scene, Kamisato Satoru’s gaze unconsciously softened, and a gratified smile appeared on his lips.
"Ah! Daddy, why did you suddenly come here?"
Hearing the noise, Klee spun around and rushed forward on her little legs, throwing herself straight into Kamisato Satoru’s arms.
Kamisato Satoru gently stroked her soft blond hair.
Although he still wasn’t completely used to being called "Daddy," somewhere deep inside, he was slowly beginning to accept the feelings that came with it.
"Tell me, how did you manage to blast even the Anemo Archon statue crooked this time?"
"Hehe... There were just way too many fish in the lake, so Klee couldn’t resist throwing a few extra powerful Jumpy Dumpties."
"Then there was suddenly a huge boom, and the statue just fell over like that."
Klee lowered her little head guiltily, nervously rubbing the corners of her clothes between her fingers.
As for what happened afterward, Kamisato Satoru didn’t even need to hear the story to picture it perfectly.
Acting Grand Master Jean had undoubtedly transformed into a stern maiden of the wind, grabbed the little troublemaker by the back of her collar like a kitten, and carried her away.
Then, amid a relentless stream of scolding, she’d tossed Klee into the solitary confinement room that had practically become her second home.
"Haha. Next time you want to blast fish, just go a little farther away."
"For example, you can go have all the fun you want over at Falcon Coast."
"Mm-hmm! Klee will remember what Daddy said!"
Klee nodded her little head rapidly.
"I’m afraid you’ll have to behave yourself and stay here for a few days. If I take you away right now, Acting Grand Master Jean really might lose her temper."
"Good night, my little Klee."
"Mm, (???) good night, Daddy."
After settling Klee down, Kamisato Satoru headed straight back to Eula’s residence.
Even though he wasn’t short on money, he simply couldn’t be bothered with all the tedious hassle of renting another place.
The house was dim when he opened the door.
At this hour, Kamisato Satoru figured the other girls in the house had probably already returned to their rooms to rest.
He casually changed into a comfortable black sleeping robe and threw himself onto the soft bed.
Almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, he fell into a deep sleep.
"AAAAH!"
Early the next morning, just as the first rays of sunlight streamed through the window, a scream loud enough to pierce the clouds and shatter stone suddenly erupted.
The sound echoed wildly through the hallway, overflowing with embarrassment and anger.
Kamisato Satoru was instantly jolted awake, his ears ringing from the noise.
He vigorously rubbed his sleepy eyes, turned toward the young woman lying beside him, and instinctively greeted her.
"Morning, Eula. Pretty nice weather today."
"Wait a second! Why are you sleeping here?!"
Once his brain fully woke up, Kamisato Satoru froze as well.
Wasn’t this development a little too ridiculous?
What the hell was going on?
He hurriedly looked down to check his clothes and discovered that his sleeping robe was still securely covering him.
That meant none of those indescribably intimate activities had taken place last night.
Only then did he breathe a long sigh of relief.
That tiny gesture of relief instantly infuriated Eula beside him.
What’s with that relieved expression?! You’re acting like you’re the one who would’ve lost out!
"Eula, if I’m remembering correctly... isn’t this the bedroom I’ve been sleeping in?"
Kamisato Satoru glanced around at the familiar furnishings, his tone turning strange.
This was clearly the guest room on the first floor.
Eula’s bedroom was upstairs.
Now everything finally made sense.
No wonder he’d vaguely felt in his half-asleep state last night as though he were holding a warm, soft piece of jade.
So she had been the culprit all along.
Kamisato Satoru genuinely hadn’t paid much attention when he’d entered the room last night. After all, his subconscious mind told him that this house was completely safe.
"Huh?"
Eula was utterly dumbfounded.
She hurriedly looked around the room.
Sure enough, this really wasn’t her bedroom.
No wonder something had felt vaguely wrong throughout the entire night.
In an instant, her fair and beautiful face turned as red as a ripe raspberry.
Well, well. What a gorgeous sight.
Kamisato Satoru stared openly, admiring Eula as she tried to cover herself.
At the moment, she was wearing nothing but her underwear, perfectly outlining the figure she’d developed through years of training.
Her curves were alluring where they should be full, while her slender waist and limbs didn’t carry an ounce of excess fat.
The pale-blue lace underwear she wore only added another seductive touch to the beautiful scene.
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