After leaving the bathroom, she threw on something simple before calling her father.
"Hello, Father!"
"How are you doing, my sweet princess? Did you miss Papa?" Her father wore a gentle smile, his face filled with a boundless love she could almost feel through the screen. As always, it was suffocating. Flustered, she glared at him, but his smile never wavered.
"Wow! That look sends chills down my spine. You love Papa so much—keep glaring, my sweet princess."
"Ugh! Pervert!" Khione spat, trying to avert her eyes from her father, who seemed not to care about anything else.
"Anyway, Father, I called you about Nero. My boyfriend."
She hadn't even finished speaking before she felt the screen shudder. Her father's mood plummeted; his expression turned ugly, as if he had just chewed on a bug. She could feel the pressure of an Archmage through the video call, despite the distance.
