It’s like a network for wounded soldiers.
We have a limited number of guest rooms in our mansion so we can only treat four patients per month but they were never vacant.
People who have become like dead trees like when I first started seldom come here anymore but…..
I know that young people, old men, old women, young women, are all in danger of losing their magic organs if they are fighting on the front lines.
I don’t even accept Laura-san’s money anymore.
I’ve come to the conclusion that if I’m the only one who can fix it, then it’s my responsibility to do so without question.
It wouldn’t hurt to help as many people as I can, right?
「The name of the salon is……”Walking Dead Society”.」
「What kind of messed up name is that?」
The name was so ridiculously self-deprecating that I couldn’t help but giggle.
However, I also feel some kind of bottomless brightness.
Yeah, I like it.
Walking dead, they sure were.
This is the life I chose with Laura-san and I hope we will be able to enjoy it to the end.
「My lord, the Schenkers are here to see you.」
「Ah, yeah, they arrived.」
「Then, shall we go?」
「Noah, Lacus, be good children～」
「Fu….」
「Ah」
I took Noah in my arms while Laura-san held Lacus in hers and headed toward the entrance hall of the mansion.
Today, we are going to have the painter draw a group painting with my father and my old slaves.
In the entrance hall, my slaves, who were wearing matching blazers, and the painters were waiting for us, standing erect.
Well, Laura-san is here too, so I guess they won’t act casual.
Then, my father, who was looking uncomfortable in his formal attire, came in and gave me a small nod before bowing to Laura-san.
「Laura-dono, it’s a fine day to visit….」
「No no, don’t be so formal, father-in-law. We are already father and child so please take it easy.」
Laura-san patted father’s shoulder with her free left hand as she’s holding our daughter with her right. She told him, “This is your granddaughter, Lacus, please hold her.”.
While they were doing that, I instructed the painters and went to the slaves.
「It’s good to see you all here today.」
「We know that you’re going to introduce us to the young master and the young lady so we came here running at all costs.」
「Oi Roast, madam is here too.」
「Maa maa, easy there」
As we talked, the painters with their drawing boards began sketching Noa’s face, who was staring at the newcomer who he had seen for the first time.
Babies will sleep and cry while they paint which means if you’re going to draw their faces, you better do it while they’re in a good mood.
「Is this Noah-sama? He looks a lot like master desu yo」
「Ah, you did not hold back dressing up.」
I handed Noah to Chicken, who’s hair is pulled up by a gold hairpin, wearing gold rimmed glasses with chains, a gray suit, and high heels polished like a mirror.
She’s the office CEO and the slave boss so she’s the first.
In order to properly run an organization, the order must be followed.
「He’s not really that stable yet so you better hold him on his head so he won’t move.」
「Young master, I’m Chicken〜」
「Fu?」
「Alright, alright, now, it’s your turn Mince. We’ve got to have everyone hold him while he’s in a good mood or we’ll be in trouble.」
「Yes」
Mince seemed to have even thought of wearing gloves. She doesn’t really need to do that since scalekin’s palms don’t have scales.
「Hello Noah-sama. I’m Mince. Warm desu ne.」
「Ah, shit. Noah pooped.」
「Eh?」
「I’m sorry. He’s just a baby.」
「No, yes….」
「Hi hi hi, you’re so lucky.」
It’s like a network for wounded soldiers.
We have a limited number of guest rooms in our mansion so we can only treat four patients per month but they were never vacant.
People who have become like dead trees like when I first started seldom come here anymore but…..
I know that young people, old men, old women, young women, are all in danger of losing their magic organs if they are fighting on the front lines.
I don’t even accept Laura-san’s money anymore.
I’ve come to the conclusion that if I’m the only one who can fix it, then it’s my responsibility to do so without question.
It wouldn’t hurt to help as many people as I can, right?
「The name of the salon is……”Walking Dead Society”.」
「What kind of messed up name is that?」
The name was so ridiculously self-deprecating that I couldn’t help but giggle.
However, I also feel some kind of bottomless brightness.
Yeah, I like it.
Walking dead, they sure were.
This is the life I chose with Laura-san and I hope we will be able to enjoy it to the end.
「My lord, the Schenkers are here to see you.」
「Ah, yeah, they arrived.」
「Then, shall we go?」
「Noah, Lacus, be good children～」
「Fu….」
「Ah」
I took Noah in my arms while Laura-san held Lacus in hers and headed toward the entrance hall of the mansion.
Today, we are going to have the painter draw a group painting with my father and my old slaves.
In the entrance hall, my slaves, who were wearing matching blazers, and the painters were waiting for us, standing erect.
Well, Laura-san is here too, so I guess they won’t act casual.
Then, my father, who was looking uncomfortable in his formal attire, came in and gave me a small nod before bowing to Laura-san.
「Laura-dono, it’s a fine day to visit….」
「No no, don’t be so formal, father-in-law. We are already father and child so please take it easy.」
Laura-san patted father’s shoulder with her free left hand as she’s holding our daughter with her right. She told him, “This is your granddaughter, Lacus, please hold her.”.
While they were doing that, I instructed the painters and went to the slaves.
「It’s good to see you all here today.」
「We know that you’re going to introduce us to the young master and the young lady so we came here running at all costs.」
「Oi Roast, madam is here too.」
「Maa maa, easy there」
As we talked, the painters with their drawing boards began sketching Noa’s face, who was staring at the newcomer who he had seen for the first time.
Babies will sleep and cry while they paint which means if you’re going to draw their faces, you better do it while they’re in a good mood.
「Is this Noah-sama? He looks a lot like master desu yo」
「Ah, you did not hold back dressing up.」
I handed Noah to Chicken, who’s hair is pulled up by a gold hairpin, wearing gold rimmed glasses with chains, a gray suit, and high heels polished like a mirror.
She’s the office CEO and the slave boss so she’s the first.
In order to properly run an organization, the order must be followed.
「He’s not really that stable yet so you better hold him on his head so he won’t move.」
「Young master, I’m Chicken〜」
「Fu?」
「Alright, alright, now, it’s your turn Mince. We’ve got to have everyone hold him while he’s in a good mood or we’ll be in trouble.」
「Yes」
Mince seemed to have even thought of wearing gloves. She doesn’t really need to do that since scalekin’s palms don’t have scales.
「Hello Noah-sama. I’m Mince. Warm desu ne.」
「Ah, shit. Noah pooped.」
「Eh?」
「I’m sorry. He’s just a baby.」
「No, yes….」
「Hi hi hi, you’re so lucky.」
