Baby Tyrant

Chapter 23

The next day, I found Xavier as soon as I finished breakfast.

"Jabie!"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"let's gwo owtthide." (Let's go outside.)

"Outside? Do you want to go to the garden?"

"Nwot dat owtthide, de obal obbice." (Not that outside, the Oval Office.)

Xavier, who was confused with my 'Obal Obbice,' nodded as soon as he understood me.

"Aha. Are you trying to see your aide? I'll call him for you."

I shook my head firmly.

"I'm gwonna gwo." (I'm gonna go.)

"S-shall we?"

Since I would never be allowed to wander around the Imperial Palace by myself, it was better to be carried around.

I arrived at the Oval Office last night, holding Xavier's hand with a bag I had secretly packed.

It was the Emperor's office, but I had never been here before.

'It's more like Gustav's office rather than mine.'

With that in mind, I knocked before going in. It's polite to knock when you enter someone's room.

"Who is it?"

"Me!"

Click!

Beyond the door that was wide open, I saw Gustav's startled face.

I gave him a smile.

"W-why are you...... no, this is the Emperor's Oval Office.......?"

"Id's Gustab's." (It's Gustav's.)

I looked back at Xavier over the bewildered Gustav.

"Jabie, get me a dwoll." (Xavier, get me a doll.)

"Yes? What doll?"

"Bubb, no, bunny doll." (Pupp, no, bunny doll.)

For a moment, I remembered I didn't have a puppy doll, so I quickly corrected myself.

Xavier, who was pacing his head, bowed to Gustav and disappeared to get the doll.

'I've gotten rid of one for now.'

I had to deal with the other one now.

I looked up. Gustav adjusted his eye level to mine.

"Shall I ask the maids to bring ice cream?"

"Ithe cweam! ......ah, no."

I shook my head with my eyes tightly closed. I almost fell for the ice cream.

The nanny didn't give me a lot of snacks, so it wasn't an easy opportunity, but I had to give it up with tears in my eyes.

I sighed deeply, passed Gustav and slipped into the Oval Office.

The Oval Office was a complete mess.

There was a hoard of books on the floor, and the desk was reminiscent of a grave of documents.

"Y-Your Majesty!"

Just in case I touch something, Gustav rushed in.

Anyway, I went in deeper and deeper, pretending to be looking around the office.

"Id's diwrty." (It's dirty.)

"Um, this...... it's because I'm so busy with work. I'm so busy that I don't have time to clean up. It's not that I'm lazy."