“How pathetic! Kaisar! You’re a man! You’re the one responsible for the slaves you took in. Then isn’t it courteous to be responsible for impregnating every last one of them?”
“Abu-abu.”
“See, our son agrees!”
As I slumped over, Queen Claude gave me a pep talk from behind.
I mean, it started out with something that looked good, but because of the second half, it quickly turned into the worst thing I’ve ever experienced.
My son, seeing his mother, imitates her happily, saying, “Abu-abu”.
Ahh, babies sure do heal me.
It proves, once again, that my kid is the cutest thing in the world.
“How pathetic. Are you still our husband, our father, our master? If you’re a man, you’d better behave.”
“Babubu.”
“It’s true. Still, as the man called the father of chemical engineering and whose name will be written down in the history books, I would like to see him have a little more dignity.”
“Papa, papa.”
“I thought so. I, Bridgette, the great dog who can do anything, have given today’s partners an aphrodisiac! Now Kaisar-sama doesn’t have to move, just count the stains on the ceiling, and it’s all over!”
“Wa-wa.”
And then Karendoll, Mowry, and Bridgette, in that order, with their own children—Karendoll’s daughter, Mowry’s son, and Bridgette’s daughter— followed Queen Claude’s lead and gave me a scolding.
—Bridgette, you are the only one who can’t.
It’s not a state of ‘doing nothing’, but a matter of ‘not being able to do anything’! What have you done to me!? You stupid dog!