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"No is no, Franky. You will stay here for now," her father sighed. "It's best for you."
The doctor insisted she remain in the Domain for now... even though Franky had road the Domain freely for years and had many friends.
It made feel like her father was a bit jealous, no? Maybe the doctor was trying to keep her by his side, which is cute.
"Eeeeh?! But I wanna go! I wanna goooo! Young lady invited !" Franky threw a tantrum.
"It's fine, Doctor. I know you just want to spend ti with your daughter but are too proud to say it directly, right?" I teased him.
"W-What?!" he gasped in disbelief. "I have never implied or said anything like that before. I don't... I am not saying any of that!"
He beca a ss the mont he was exposed. It was incredible.
"Heheh, so that's the truth, huh? You love your daughter!" I confronted him.
"GAH?!" he almost sounded like he had a heart attack.
"F-Father, is that true? Do you love ?" Franky blushed, looking at him with bright eyes.
"I-I... have never said I didn't love you as my... daughter," he sighed, readjusting his glasses. "Franky... uh, sorry for not being... more direct before."
"Well, I'll get going then. It seems you just wanted to have dinner with your daughter," I said, walking away.
"Well, if Father insists, let's have dinner, just the two of us!" Franky smiled, giggling innocently.
"Haaa... no, it's not right. Go with your friend, Franky," the doctor said with a smile. "It isn't right for to stop you from making friends... I am simply not good at being a father. I made many mistakes with your older brother. Those mistakes were why he betrayed and left alone..."
"Father..." Franky was surprised. "But you're a good father! A little strict but... you haven't done anything for to hate you?"
"I-I haven't done anything wrong? Really?" he asked in disbelief. "W-Well, if you insist like that, I... can't say I'm not... uh, what... what was I saying? Hah..."
Wow!
He was a complete ss whenever he got embarrassed.
Such a pragmatic, serious man now becoming an emotional ss.
Fufu, this is really funny to see!
"Well, you can eat with , Doctor. You're my teacher now," I said. "Oh! Maybe we should have dinner with my father? I've been mostly eating in my room lately, and I think that's wrong..."
I've been coming back to my room too late at night, so I mostly eat with my maids.
That's been the case for a couple of weeks now. My father hasn't said anything, but I know he's a little sad.
"Actually, let's call Wasp and dea too!" I said. "Let's go!"
I dragged the doctor and his daughter along, walking through the corridors of our vast house and passing many agents, maids, and butlers.
Then, we reached our private headquarters. The dining room was a large hall decorated with giant white pillars, a black-and-white ceramic floor, and dark purple, red, and black walls.
My father sat there, reading the news on his tablet.
"Oh? My dear daughter, have you co to eat dinner with your father?" he asked.
"Yes, Father! Sorry for not coming for the last few weeks..." I said. "I've been busy."
"Oh, I know. I didn't want to bother you," he said. "I've co to learn you've grown up a lot, and I can be a nuisance in your life..."
"What?! No, you aren't!" I said. "Don't say dumb stuff like that when we have guests."
"Hoo?" My father was surprised. "Well, well, well! Frankenstein and his dear daughter, Franky, right?"
"Ah, yes, my lord. Sorry for coming so suddenly. The young lady invited here out of nowhere..." Frankenstein spoke apologetically. "I will leave imdiately if my presence displeases you."
"What nonsense are you talking about? If you were invited, then sit down. It's bad manners to reject an invitation!" my father said grumpily. "Co on!"
"Thank you, my lord!" Franky said.
"Hahah, Franky, right? So, are you my daughter's friend? I'm glad to see she's making friends with people her age in the organization too!" he said. "I wanted to introduce her to a few other young agents... but the fields rarely overlap."
"Am I her friend? I don't know... I an, that's up to the young lady to decide, hehe," Franky giggled cutely.
"She is!" I said. "We've only t for a few days, but we clicked just fine, right?"
"Really?! Kyaaaaa!" Franky cried excitedly. Electricity ran through her body.
"T-Tone it down, Franky! Don't scream in front of our great lord of chaos!" Frankenstein tried to calm his daughter.
"Hoho, don't be annoying, Frankenstein. Your daughter is happy! I don't dislike noisy people," my father said. "I also know her. She's part of the Young Lady Fan Club, right?"
"Eh?! My lord, you know of the group?" Franky asked.
"But of course I do! I am the Fan Club's organizer!" my father laughed.
"What?!" I gasped, my mouth wide open in disbelief. "Dad! Are you kidding ?!"
"Hmm? What's wrong with that?" he laughed. "There are many in the organization who are your fans, dear! I simply gathered them to form a support party. Rember when you joined the organization officially and t many of the higher-ups under ? Well, a couple of them are part of the fan club. It's a good way to unite and strengthen those who support you most. Your own political party within our great family."
"Is it really necessary?" I sighed, facepalming. "Oh well... whatever the case— Ah, they're here."
Wasp and dea walked into the dining room, surprised to see us all chattering and bickering.
"Oh my! Young lady, my lord, Doctor, Franky! Hello," dea greeted everyone politely.
"I was invited here by the young lady, but should I leave?" Wasp asked.
"No, no, co and stay. Let's eat together! Good idea, young lady. You called them to keep us company?" my father laughed.
"Yep, eheh, I actually called so more," I said.
"Hm?" My father heard footsteps and bickering from another group.
"Ugh, my feet are sore from running so damn much. What's wrong with these demonic thugs lately? That sprinting bastard got dead tired."
"Takamura, be more mindful of how you speak. We've been invited to a dinner with our boss and the young lady."
"Geez, I know, Heisuke! I was just saying. No way they heard all the way here, right?"
"I think they did..."
"Ah, fuck..."
They stepped into the hall as we looked at them. I giggled a little at Takamura's lack of restraint. My father looked pleased, unfazed. He was very tolerant of his subordinates and their quirks.
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