5 The Gues (2/2)

”Depending on some situations, you might be seeing him quite often so, behave yourself.” Mr. Proulx warned Casimir seriously. ”I'll be seeing Mr. Malfoy out so, wait for Alphonse to lead you later to the office in your room.”

”Remember. In you room. Don't wander around.” Mr. Proulx emphasized, then, turned back to Mr. Malfoy. ”I'm sorry for the delay, Mr. Malfoy. Shall we head out now?”

”Ah, yes.” The two men walked away from the office, idly chatting about topics Casimir didn't know since he couldn't understand what they were saying.

...Studying that language is a must.

....

Already nearly an hour had passed since his encounter with Mr. Malfoy, and now, Casimir was once again sitting on the chair in the office while being scolded by Mr. Proulx.

”How many times do I have to tell you? Do not wander around!” Mr. Proulx berated. ”This time you were lucky. If the guest today was someone from the French Ministry of Magic or one of those arrogant nobles from the north, they probably won't take it lightly!”

To Mr. Proulx's scoldings, Casimir just repeatedly nodded his head, not bothering to talk back since it would be a bad idea.

”You really need to learn to behave and do as you're told.” Mr. Proulx narrowed his eyes. ”So, I've decided to give you a punishment.”

Huh?

”Alphonse!”

”Yes, my lord?” Alphonse entered the office after being called by Mr. Proulx.

”Have Casimir follow you around for the next two weeks starting tomorrow. Have him learn from the servants.” Although he was confused, Alphonse just nodded since he didn't have the right to question his master's motives. ”Yes, my lord. This servant understands.”

Eh? What?! Noo... My free time!

Casimir began to regret his decision in exploring the manor. Because of that, he would need to follow Alphonse around all day, doing who knows what.

Unfortunately, his reading time would also be greatly lessened, causing him to fall into a momentary depression.

Well, at least I would learn more about housework in this world. Casimir tried to cheer himself up.

It didn't work.

”You may go.” Mr. Proulx said, dismissing them.

”Yes, my lord.” Alphonse replied. ”Shall we go, young master?”

Casimir nodded and followed behind Alphonse, dreading what would come the next day.

Inside the office, Mr. Proulx was massaging his temples. The previous serious and dignified expression he had just a while ago was gone and was replaced by an exhausted one.

He sighed. ”My son, you need to learn how to take care of yourself and mature early. I won't always be around to protect you.”

Mr. Proulx picked up the document on his table which was given to him by Mr. Malfoy.

”Grindelwald's followers are stirring up again.”