Now that I was old enough and could do my own thing, Serira did not have to stay by my side all the time to take care of me. Thus, I now had more time with Assisi than with Serira. First of all, Assisi followed me wherever I went. Seriraâs job these days was to pack my clothes, tell me about my duties, or help me with my responsibilities.
âDaddy!â
Entering the restaurant with Assisi, Caitel already started eating his meal.
Look at this father of mine? I didnât eat my meal when I was starving just so we could eat together! However, he could not wait for me just because he was hungry? This bastard.
I sat beside Caitel with a gaze filled with anger, and Assisi sat in front of me. Then, as if waiting for us to come, the maids brought our dinner on our table.
Wow, that looked delicious! Was todayâs dinner menu meat? Meat, meat!
âWhatâs that dirt on your clothes?â
âHmm? Whatâs on it?â
I looked down at my clothes when Caitel pointed at them, but there was nothing on it.
What the hell was he looking at anyway? The clothes I was wearing were an ivory-colored dress. It only had a plain pattern with some jewels for emphasis embroidered on the sleeve⦠wait⦠donât tell me?
âOh, this? Itâs just a decoration.â
ââ¦â
My father became speechless. Caitel turned his head and continued eating his meal. Hmm?
âDad.â
ââ¦â
âDad?â
While I ate meat with a fork, I kept calling daddy, who stayed silent. He didnât turn his head at me or answered my call.
âDad, are you embarrassed?â
Right? Was that the case?
I smiled and asked Caitel, and he turned his head, looking at me slightly. I smiled brightly.
âCome on, I know it all. Please be honest with me. Are you embarrassed? Is that it?â
Dad turned his head the opposite way. Itâs really pitiful to see him eat in silence.
âYou know what, daddy? Even though you do this, Iâm not gonna let this go easy.â As my he felt my strong will, Caitel, who was silently chewing meat, opened his mouth.
âThe food is too salty. Has the head chef gone crazy?â
âDad, are you embarrassed?â
âItâs all right. I get it.â
Caitel glared at me. It was a glare filled with a murderous spirit. I was so surprised that I couldnât⦠just kidding! I saw that expression of his all the time. I just smiled at him.
Old people say that one couldnât spit on a smiling face. Dad knew that I didnât mean to do it, right? It was all because I liked him. This was something called a public display of affection.
Yes, itâs an expression of love. Maybe.