Ash and Dai were working in Cece’s office, which was down the hallway opposite the kitchen, and as they fixed her desk, Dai sighed. “I’ve been thinking, but I don’t know,” he said. “It seems improbable that Sebastian doesn’t know about it, maybe he does, and he has somehow got it under control.”
Ash continued to screw the screws into one of the sides of the wooden slab on the ground as he looked up at Dai, who was working on making the drawers, his legs crossed as he sat on the rug. “Maybe. Do you think that’s the case?”
“Maybe. Have you asked Erza about it?”
“Not yet; I haven’t had time to find her and ask her.”
The two worked on building the desk in silence, and Lucky stopped by and handed them both some coffee; he leaned down and kissed Dai’s head before he went back to the sunroom
