Seeing the little figure in Mae's embrace, imagination of elegant lady sitting on the elegant chair runs even faster than the speed of light itself, finally coming at the final conclusion of something that is not too far apart form the truth.
"You-your high...highness" With a choking voice and face as pale as a ghost, the elegant lady falls on her knees with her face against the floor.
"This..th-this humble servant asks for your forgiveness...your highness!" As if pleading for her life from a demon king, who has just sentenced her to death, she doesn't raise her head, all while mumbling all type of possible apologies.
"Hun?... What should I do?" Seeing the elegant figure of lady mumbling apologies to me, for who knows whats, I asked to Mae, who is currently holding me in her arms all while having a dilemmatical face, as if her emotions are getting stretched between enjoyment and smirkyness, I don't know the reason for it though.
