After what seemed like forever, but a few seconds, Naoki's lips parted finally, "Does she usually bring worry to her family?"
That question was unexpected for him. He seemed tongue-tied about what kind of reply to give.
Was it right to report the bratty nature of his would-be wife even though he asked?
While he contemplated the matter, he made an abrupt decision not to speak of it.
His master would have to find out on his own. It would give him time to catch up on those long-gone 18 years.
Peeking at his master, he gave him a vague answer before bowing slightly and leaving the room.
"Miss Ito is interested in samurai activities."
"…"
There seemed to be some things he knew nothing of that concerned her. And from the half-based answer he got from Daisuke, Naoki could easily picture what kind of trouble she was.
Naoki's dissatisfaction knew no bounds as his brows furrowed and the corners of his lips tugged downwards.
