Conan stared at Abel and Sunny sitting side by side around the table in the inner palace from the farthest shelf near the entrance. Abel had his arms against the edge of the round table. His attention was on Sunny. The little girl, on the other hand, was doodling something.
It was almost like a picture of a father and his daughter while he tutors her. Conan never thought he would behold such a sight. Abel just wasn't the type, but somehow he looked closer to Sunny these days.
"I wonder what Lady Aries would say if she sees this," he mumbled to himself, considering how normal Abel looked right this second while talking to Sunny.
"She'll probably wonder what it will be like if she and His Majesty have a child."
Conan nearly jumped when Dexter's voice came from behind him. He looked to his left in disdain while Dexter stood beside him. The marquess fixated his eyes on Abel and Sunny.
