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Varia’s lips drooped.
“Dad, did you just call me a lump?”
And Leonia, now reduced to a “lump,” was dumbfounded.
“Anyway, it’s best to get checked by the physician.”
“Ferio, I really—”
“Otherwise, I’ll tie you to the bed.”
Ferio’s firm warning trailed off. He paused, thinking over what he’d just said.
“...Have I gone mad?”
Leonia screamed.
“Are you seriously saying that in front of your daughter?!”
“I didn’t mean anything weird.”
“This dad seriously underestimates his daughter’s perv sensors! I saw it—Dad definitely imagined Mom tied to the bed!”
Varia yelped and yanked the blanket up to her neck.
“Well, what you see depends on what’s in your head.”