You Have a New Job (Continued)

Kosma silently watched the visitor leave.

Then push open the door.

Then I heard...

"Ah, so comfortable~"

"To protect the children's future, I will spare no expense in using any paint!"

"Kosma, what is painting? Griseo doesn't understand."

"Hope of the new era, before he returns, let my paintbrush weigh your worth."

"Hehehe, a cushion, soft, fragrant, and big, slurp"

"Smack!"

Kosma slapped his forehead.

I was careless!

Mischievous Herrscher, what colors did you dye Griseo?!