The King

Finally, after climbing and walking for a while, I reached his room.

I pushed the--

"Wait, Lil Das"

"Huh?"

"Please knock. Otherwise, he will get angry at us"

Knock~~

I knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

"Grandpa. It's me, Das"

"Das, is it? Come in"

I opened the door and went in. The maids followed me.

He was sitting on the bed, reading some old book.

As soon as he looked at me, my legs trembled. 

"Young master Das arrived just a while ago, my king," Daulla said.

"Daulla"

"Yes, my King?"

"Does he look young to you?"

"He...does, my King?"

"To me, he still looks like a kid who clings and hides behind you"

Without realizing, I was hiding behind Daulla.

"Lil Das, it's okay" Daulla said, gently caressing my face.

"Hello, grandpa"

"Hehe, you still don't look young"

"My King, you shouldn't say that"

Daulla.