Chapter 12
“You haven’t been working lately, Uncle.”
Leonia eyed Ferio suspiciously, her tone resembling that of a nagging wife.
“Just worry about not spilling your snacks.”
Ferio pointed out her outfit, mocking her as he glanced at her apron. “How messy do you have to be when eating that you’re wearing an apron?”
Today, the Young Lady of Voreoti was dressed in a thick white dress, black stockings, and an apron intricately stitched with lace.
Leonia shrieked in frustration at his teasing.
“This is just a dress! It’s called an apron dress!”
Exasperated, she stretched out the apron to show him, tossing her beloved book, Life Is Ultimately Meaningless, to the floor in the process.
“You were spilling your snacks earlier. And drooling.”
“That was just once!”
Leonia felt wronged. Thanks to her well-balanced diet, one of her lower front teeth had started to wobble and had finally fallen out a few days ago. She had been absentmindedly poking at the empty space with her tongue out of curiosity, which had led to that embarrassing incident.
“I didn’t spill anything when I lost my teeth.”