บท 360: All depressing talks should end in note of hope

"What is this?" was what Izzi said the moment he entered the drawing room, looking bewildered.

Well, it was understandable; Jade was crying on my shoulder, and I was in the middle of pinching Natha's cheek. Zia was laughing her ass off on the couch, and Neel was in her maniac mode around a maid golem.

"Oh, you're finally here," I let go of Natha, observing the elf that looked neater than usual. This man even took a shower, huh? Look at that luscious bright hair.

"Why is the bird crying?" he asked in confusion while naturally taking a seat on the couch in front of me.

"As usual," I glanced at Natha while patting the distressed little boy, but the Demon Lord just gave me a sweet, innocent smile as if he had nothing to do with the weeping mess on my shoulder. "Duesi, please get me a sweet cocoa with milk."

"Oh, me too! Me too!" Zia raised her hand, and Izzi silently raised his.