CH 8

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Somehow, the morning briefings seemed to be getting longer.

I let out a long sigh from where I was, lounging on Sugar Prince's lap. Sugar Prince stroked my head frequently with his finger, but it had already been a while since that effect had worn off. My boredom couldn't be remedied with just that. In order to chase away my boredom, I peeked my head out above the table the humans were sitting around

The old farts were arguing and wagging their fingers at each other when they saw me and cleared their throats, Ahe-hem. Their shifting gazes said they wanted to complain about me; that bringing a cat to the briefing room was this-and-that and blah-blah… But for some reason or another, the old men didn't pester Sugar Prince with that kind of talk, only giving me the stink eye ever since I followed Sugar Prince in without getting on his case about it. I couldn't tell if it was because Sugar Prince was the Crown Prince or if it was because they felt sorry for how lonely he was. I can't help but think it is the latter.

The briefing commenced. But this time, the old farts didn't pester Sugar Prince. It seemed my pitiful gaze had pricked at their consciences. Tch, tch. In this sense, this place and Korea weren't all that different.

Instead of listening to the old farts, I turned my attention to their jewelry.