C121 He Is Ill

Just as he was seriously embroidering the upper of his shoes, the door creaked open.

I raised my eyes and saw that it was actually him. I put down the embroidered basket and stood up. I indifferently said, "Your Majesty, you've come." Upon closer inspection, his face was still slightly red, and the smell of alcohol was blowing in the air.

Now that I didn't even bring my father-in-law with me