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I couldn't leave the fallen Hofre as he was, so Sergio guided us to Hofre's own room on the ground floor and carried him there.
Of course, it was Master Cyrillos who carried him, but the sight of him carrying a grown man in his arms was just amazing.
I don't think there's another handsome cat who monopolizes the name of gentleman as much as Master Cyrillos.
"By the way, why did Hofre collapse?"
After carrying Hofre to his room, I asked him while drinking the tea that Sergio had poured for us in the reception room on the ground floor.
Then Sergio smiled and relaxed his expression.
"Well, actually. Hofre-sama is in love with Maya-sama."
".........Should I have him castrated?"
There's someone aiming for my mother? Kill him, kill him.
I'm troubled even if you have a smiling expression as if you're watching over such a young boy's first love.
However, I was grabbed by Master Cyrillos' shoulder. When I turned to face him, he shook his head from side to side.
Is it no good? Why? I see...
Sergio's face also seems to be turning pale.
"No, no, Hofre-sama himself doesn't think that he can do anything with Maya-sama. He just thinks that he wants to do anything for Maya-sama. He's willing to give anything, even his power or wealth, for Maya-sama."
Sergio, who deepened his smile eerily, spoke with a rapturous expression.
"Blood and flesh, even a single strand of hair, everything we have belongs to Hofre-sama. And Hofre-sama is the property of Maya-sama and Raymond-sama, who inherited that blood. That's what it is."
I see.
"It's like a fanatic."
Sergio had an even happier expression at Master Cyrillos, who spat that out with a bitter face.
"Yes. I am for Hofre-sama, Hofre-sama is for Maya-sama and Raymond-sama. All of us who serve the Cassinelli family are equally Hofre-sama's, and by extension, Raymond-sama's and Maya-sama's hands and feet."
At that somewhat crazy smile, I returned a smile.
"Then, that means that the people in this house, including Sergio, will move for my sake, right?"
"Yes! That's right! That's what makes us happy!"
I remember seeing this kind of madness.
That's it. It's an otaku who risks their life for their bias.
Burn your life! Melt your money! Everything is to contribute to your bias!!!
Being called a fanatic sounds very dangerous, but I actually feel a sense of affinity when I think of them as otaku who wholeheartedly support me.
I often saw them on SNS in my previous life. I'm familiar with them. It's okay, it's okay.
"Call Hofre. Let's talk?"
If they support me, I'll give back that much.
There's no such thing as too much fan service, right?
Instead, I want you to listen to my request.
Hofre, who was woken up by Sergio, was stiff with tension, to the point that I felt sorry for him.
Hofre, who sat across from me on the sofa, was fidgeting, looking very restless.
His face was red and sweaty, as if his blood circulation was getting better.
"A-ano! I, I am, Hof, Hofre Cassinelli! Ano. What is the story about?"
Isn't he just like a maiden?
A grown man blushing at a seven-year-old, and the target is me, what a nightmare this is.
Am I going to use a grown man (with a good face only) who pushes his goodwill to the front like this from now on?
Well, it's okay because it's Hofre.
However, this is just like a shotacon homo.
I have no prejudice against homosexuals, but I say no thank you.
"You like me and my mother, right?"
"Ye-yes!!"
"Then will you listen to what I say from now on?"
"Eh. O-of course!"
"If I tell you to come, you'll come right away, and if I tell you to wait, you'll wait until there's a good signal. If I tell you to bring it, you'll bring what I said no matter what. Can you do that?"
I slowly cross my legs as if to look as dignified as possible.
"Don't do anything unnecessary, and always ask for my instructions about me and my mother. Other than that, do as you've been doing. In return, I'll make time for Hofre. How about it? Are you prepared to become my dog?"
I'd be in trouble if something like this happens again in the future.
I don't have a hobby of keeping grown men.
No, I don't have a hobby of keeping people, even if they are not men or grown-ups.
But, I'll endure it if I can control Hofre by enduring it.
"What will you do?"
At my words, Hofre slid off the sofa and knelt on the ground, staring at me enraptured.
"Yes. Yes!! If I can walk the same path as you, I'll go with you anywhere! I'll obey any unreasonable demand if it's from you!"
I had imagined it, but I can't calm down when I'm actually given such an expression.
Until now, I had avoided it when it was Master Cyrillos or Maria, but with this, I now hold the rights to the life and death of one person.
As I thought about whether I would be entrusted with the lives of others like this in the future, my stomach felt heavy.
But I can't take back the words I've already said, and if I think about the future, I want allies other than Master Cyrillos and Maria.
How many people will become such allies unconditionally in the future?
Of course, there's no guarantee that Hofre won't betray me in the future, but I have to believe him now.
"Then, Hofre. Please be useful to me right away."
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