"Okay!" The three of them chirped in unison as they started to discuss among themselves, what game to play after hide-and-seek.
"Now wait here, okay? I shall go talk to Mom for a bit," Ioriell chuckled and lowered the giggling little boy down on the ground, "look after Nym for me, okay?"
"Alright, Prince Ioriell! Don't worry, we will watch after him diligently!"
"Good." Ioriell smiled and got up, straightened his robe, and went inside the building through the tattered door.
'Creaaaak.'
The sharp creaking sound of the front porch and the door made me flinch a bit, but fortunately, it wasn't my body, so it was just a metaphorical flinch at best. I had always hated those creaking sounds, because so many of my friends died just because they stepped on a creaky floorboard and got noticed by the enemy.
"Ah, Prince Ioriell, you're here?" A familiar voice came from the right side, along with a waft of delicious, peppery smell.
