T 17

"Oh, it's too tight. Papa, Tom is a crayon. Yellow crayon. Don't call me Toma, call me Crayon Ike, okay?"

Daiki's eyes immediately turned into a dart needle and was hooked on Min-joon. I don't know if it's because of the feeling, but I felt a sharp pain like a needle stuck in the spot where Daikie's eyes stayed.

"My son now calls himself a crayon. Did I misheard you?"

"Well, when you're this small, you're good at expressing yourself. I thought it was a pencil until I was five. My hair is black...….”

"Get changed right away."

When Daiki couldn't stand Minjun's amazing answer and finally screamed, Toma burst into tears in surprise.

"I hate Papa. Don't yell at Mama."

Minjun wiped Tom's tears and hugged him.

"It's all right, Toma. Mama decided to get through everything for you. Papa must be regretting it by now.”

"Kenta, take Toma to the room."

"Daiki. Minjun doesn't...….”

"I'll talk to you later. Take him."

Peter remained silent for a very long time.

"Why? Is it a dying disease?”

The man sitting in front of Peter's long silence asked in a calm tone. It was a way of talking about others.

“…….”

Peter looked at his smiling friend across the desk with a stupid face, looked down at the chart he was holding, and looked at him again.

Louis Alexa.

I'm not saying this because I'm a friend, but Lewis was a really nice guy. A handsome face, tall height, and appearance that anyone would think warm were the smallest part of what he had.

He is the eldest son of the famous Count Alexa, who became the head of the Second Security Command in the capital at the young age of 26.

Of course, it wasn't like he was the greatest genius or anyone smarter than him. If you look, there were a few people who became the leader at a younger age. There were many more handsome people than him, and none of them were more handsome than those who were rare but couldn't find them.