Penguin Style Cub Breeding Diary

Scuvaro was even a little complacent, after all, Bell and Mamon didn't get this promise.

Oh, and neither did the bastard boss.

Not only did he die, he was also stolen from the coffers.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing even more happily.

This satisfaction lasted until a teenager walked down the stairs.

The familiar blond boy still looked stupid in his memory, as if the time between them had never happened before.

The other party looked at him with that stupid hesitant expression he was familiar with.

It ended in a sigh.

"Skuvalo, you... oh, I didn't expect you to be now..." His eyes wandered back and forth on the cub that his former friend held with him, and finally settled into a kind that made Skuvalo want to chop him with a knife. "Forget it, if you have any difficulties, why don't you come to me?"

The blond boy walked down the stairs slowly, because his subordinates were standing in the corner of the living room, walking very gracefully, like a prince charming in a fairy tale.

Finally, he stood in front of Skuvalo and stretched out his hand with a complicated expression.

"Haven't seen him since graduation, Scuvaro."