“You being emperor makes your foster daughter Micah the princess, huh, Royz?” Lord Glen commented from beside me, seemingly having read my mind.

What? I’ve been having a princess make my meals? As my eyes widened in shock, Miss Micah cried out.

“I’m not a princess~! I’m... I’m Chelsea’s personal chef~” she said, ears drooping as she sat beside Lord Royz.

“She’s always hated being treated like a princess,” he explained, patting her on the head.

Ever since she’d become my personal chef, she hadn’t tried to go home to Radzuel even once. I’d suggested it a few times, thinking she’d like to see how her foster father was doing, but she always said she wouldn’t go home unless she had business there. And here I was, dragging her home.

“Miss Micah, I’m sorry for forcing you to come back here,” I apologized, only for the foxwoman to shake her head.

“I mean, yeah, but no~! I wanted to visit home, but I just didn’t want to be treated like a princess~ That was why I wasn’t gonna go home unless I had to. Don’t worry~!” she said, waving both hands towards me. “And I’d decided in the first place that I’d always be your personal chef—right until you tell me you don’t want me anymore~ I wouldn’t go home if I didn’t have a reason to~!”

I’d heard that most of the people who worked in the Kingdom of Chronowize sometimes took vacations to go back to their homes. But from how she was speaking, it sounded like Miss Micah had been planning on staying with me forever if she didn’t have a reason otherwise...

“Us beastmen’ll serve the master we swear fealty to until they either die or tell us they don’t need us anymore,” Lord Royz said, stroking his foster daughter’