Young Master, Please Put Some Pants On! - Chapter 11

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Chapter 11

Kermanomon, seated in the reception room of the ducal residence, was engaged in a serious conversation with Marquis Lisia. The table between them was filled with colorful drawings and workbooks covered in crooked handwriting.

“Hmm….”

After carefully examining each item one by one, Marquis Lisia soon smiled gently and spoke.

“His observation skills and descriptive ability are certainly outstanding. His color sense is also better than children his age.”

“I’m pleased to hear that.”

At the marquis’s praise, the corners of Kermanomon’s mouth, which had maintained an expressionless face throughout, twitched slightly. Marquis Lisia was famous for having high standards and a meticulous personality. If Garulus’s abilities had been terrible, he would have given a cold assessment even in front of the Grand Duke.

“The entrance exam won’t be much different from what he learned from his private tutor, so he should pass easily. Since you say he has a bright and cheerful personality, the interview shouldn’t be a problem either.”

“I see.”

Kermanomon nodded lightly. Of course, he felt a slight pang of conscience for describing Garulus’s personality as merely bright and cheerful, but it wasn’t wrong. Garulus wasn’t a dark or timid child. In fact, words could have subtly different meanings depending on how the interpreter understood them.

“The most important issue is the problem I mentioned before, but strictly speaking, Garulus is….”

Marquis Lisia, who had been looking at the documents in front of him, furrowed his brow as if troubled. However, before he could even finish speaking, Kermanomon firmly cut him off.

“I’ll handle that matter myself. Don’t worry about it. There won’t be any problems with that issue.”

“…Yes. Then I’ll keep that in mind.”

Knowing that the Grand Duke reacted sensitively to this problem, the marquis didn’t add anything more. He naturally changed the subject to lighten the mood.

“As you know, the high honor of our Eisen Academy is entirely due to producing outstanding talent. Thanks to prioritizing only the child’s capabilities, abilities, and character regardless of their parents’ background or titles….”

It was while the marquis was boasting about the academy. Kermanomon glanced toward the commotion he could feel from outside.

“Malcolm.”

Muttering his aide’s name to indicate he should check the outside situation, he slightly furrowed his brow and lifted his teacup.

He had clearly given notice that this was an important day with the headmaster of Eisen Academy visiting, so what could possibly be causing such a commotion?

“….”

Malcolm, sensing his master’s discomfort, quietly opened the door to the reception room.

“What’s going…?”

Swoosh. In an instant, a brown object slipped between his legs. When the flustered Malcolm looked up, the servants with pale faces waved their hands at him, letting out silent screams. Only then understanding the situation, Malcolm turned around with surprised eyes.

“Oh, an uncle I’ve never seen before! Nice to meet you. I am Garulus!”

Garulus, who had somehow climbed onto the table in the reception room, was extending his tiny hand toward Marquis Lisia. And he was wearing only a stretched white short-sleeve shirt and underwear covered with banana drawings.

Between Kermanomon, who had frozen like stone as if he couldn’t believe this situation, and Marquis Lisia, who was blinking in confusion, Garulus tilted his head.

“Huh? Were you looking at my drawings?”

“Young, young master!”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

Malcolm, who had belatedly come to his senses, hurriedly rushed toward Garulus. Mellis, who had arrived at the reception room a beat late, also followed behind him, repeatedly bowing her head with labored breathing.

“Argh! Why do you keep chasing me!”

Under the pursuit of the two people, Garulus began running away again in all directions with irritation. He jumped over the sofa where Marquis Lisia was sitting, climbed onto the fireplace, and was about to land on the opposite sofa when.

“Oops!”

He missed his footing and fell down. Just as Mellis, who had been chasing him, was startled, the glass bottle that Garulus had dropped rolled toward Marquis Lisia’s feet. Under the strong impact, the loosely closed cork stopper ultimately failed to fulfill its role and came out helplessly.

“No! My ant army!”

“Aaaahhhhh!”

Discovering dozens of ants that had suddenly appeared approaching his legs, the marquis let out a scream.

“Put this down!”

Garulus, who had somehow gotten trapped under Malcolm’s arm, flailed his limbs and protested fiercely, but Marquis Lisia, who couldn’t possibly hear Garulus’s desperate cries, fled in terror from the swarm of ants.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

Mellis was crawling around with an almost tearful expression, catching the ants and putting them back into the glass bottle.

“Haah…”

Kermanomon, who had been watching this entire chaos unfold, could only bury his face in both hands and let out a deep sigh, mourning all his efforts that had turned to nothing.

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“Sniff, hic, hiccup…”

That night, Garulus, who had been scolded by Kermanomon more severely than ever before, shed chicken-dropping-like tears all the way back to his room.

Though Kermanomon usually never raised his voice at Garulus, today he seemed extremely angry and scolded Garulus for quite a long time. While Marquis Lisia had accepted his apology, admission to Eisen Academy was practically out of reach now.

Though Garulus didn’t know it, Kermanomon had put considerable effort into securing Academy admission. Since all that effort had turned to nothing in an instant, Mellis could fully understand his position.

“I, on purpose, I didn’t do it on purpose…”

But there was another reason why Garulus felt so wronged. Kermanomon had firmly misunderstood that Garulus, angry about the snack ban, had deliberately caused trouble to spite him. Feeling wronged by this misunderstanding, Garulus rebelled even more, and the longer this went on, the longer their conversation became.

“I, I really didn’t do it on purpose!”

Finally, Garulus stopped abruptly in the corridor and burst into tears. He cried so pitifully that a large snot bubble inflated and deflated from his nose several times.

“Sob, my, my ant army is all gone too! I really, really worked hard to collect them!”

Fortunately, no ants had died, but they couldn’t let ants roam around the reception room. The servants eventually released all the remaining ones outside, and it seemed Garulus was deeply shocked by losing the ants he had worked so hard to collect.

Taking out her handkerchief, Mellis crouched down and carefully wiped Garulus’s face, which was a mess of tears and snot.

“I’ll catch ants for you again. His Grace was worried about Garulus too, so don’t be too upset. Okay?”

Actually, there was another reason why Kermanomon had been so furiously angry – it was because Garulus had been running around holding a glass bottle. It was fortunate that there was thick carpet laid on the reception room floor, otherwise Garulus could have fallen into a dangerous situation with broken glass shards.

Normally, he would have pointed this out with a calm and composed attitude, but apparently today he didn’t have such composure.

“I know Garulus didn’t do it on purpose. I’ll talk to His Grace properly tomorrow, so stop crying.”

“I don’t care! I will never talk to Kerman again! Sniff… Kerman is so, so mean!”

In the end, Garulus spent the entire evening crying his heart out repeatedly before finally going to bed with swollen eyes.

“Ugh…”

Watching Garulus sniffling even in his sleep, Mellis let out a quiet sigh. Actually, Garulus wasn’t the only one who got scolded by Kermanomon today…

Melis pouted as she recalled his cold attitude.

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