TOGETHER WE WILL CONQUER THE WORLD (WMMAP)

Chapter Seventy-six: SOMEBODY is being ridiculous

"Daddy." Athanasia greeted as she stepped inside Claude's office. Flowers in her hands. Behind her, Arthur stepped inside and closed the door, a tired expression on his face.

"The weather has been nice lately, why don't we go out onto the lake?" Athanasia suggested.

Arthur helped Athanasia put the flowers in a vase close to Claude's office desk.

He doesn't get him mad when I called him 'daddy'.

Well I wouldn't try to push my luck.

I'll keep calling him that.

Did you just ignore what I said?

"We used to go quite frequentl. Besides, the flwoers have been bloomed around the lake ... and its not good for your health to just work nonstop." Athanasia explained, petting the flowers.

"Will you come with us?"

"I'll pass on the lake. I'll be with you when you will have a picnic. If that happens." Arthur waved his hand, muttering the last part, then yawned.

Why?

Baka. He will say no. He can't be THAT comfortable with us to go on a boat like old times.

Well lets just see what happen.

Nah, he'll say no.

Claude started more to his two children before replying.

"... sure.

Eh?

"What?" Arthur asked in surprise and annoyance.

"Really?!"

He's became mild!

What is he a fruit? The fuck you mean 'mild'?!

Are his memories really not come back?!

"... was that a joke?" Claude asked.

"No, no!"

"Kinda-"

Athanasius smacked his injured arm.

"OI!"

"I'm glad! I'll invite miss Magrita!"

"... you'll invite her?" Claude asked.

"Yes? Is that okay?"

"Do as you wish."

"Okay! I'll send word!"

"How does tomorrow sound?"

"Good."

"Then tomorrow it is! Thanks daddy!" Athanasia ran out to write a letter.

Leaving the men- one boy- behind. Awkwardly Arthur looked around, anywhere but Claude. As he slowly tried to get out of the room, he paused when Claude asked.

"Why do you look so tired?"

Look who's talking. Arthur thought, his father looked like he was about to pass out from the lack of sleep.

"I haven't been sleeping well lately." Arthur admitted.

"Why?"

Arthur glared at him.

"Well you see, father dearest. My arm was injured about two months ago. While it was healing, SOMEBODY attacked and the mana they had caused my injury to heal much much slower even with magic and potions." Architrave smiled wickedly.

Immediately the atmosphere dropped.

"I can't sleep because my arm itches and nowadays because of the potions Lucas and Angelina gave me, it hurts at night." Arthur ripped his shoulder. His neck a bit cramped.