There seems to be a group of people, who think that the relationship between my brothers and I isn't that good.

It is true that Gwendal isn't very good at expressing his feelings, and even if he shows up at an event with our youngest brother and I, he doesn't smile that often. Even so, both Wolfram and I like him a lot, and see him as a brother worthy of our respect.

That day, however, it is also undeniably true that I was unhappy with Lord Gwendal von Voltaire. Something as trivial as scouting the mountain ranges to determine how many reinforcements to send can be left to rookie soldiers in charge of administration, and is definitely not the jurisdiction of me or someone like Gurrier.

Therefore as soon as I returned to the capital, I headed straight for his room with every intention to piss him off. I even deliberately said it was an urgent report.

Although the secretary did mention it, it didn't matter to me whether he was being experimented on by his childhood friend.

Still, when I saw what greeted me beyond the door, I could only address him as such:

"...Something urgent to report to Daddy Kitty Meow"

His Excellency was working hard to raise a kitten.