Who Is Slicing Onions?

I was looking for him the next day that his official day-off had started. I saw him in his study, reading papers, to my horror.

"Dad! No working at home! Did you forget?" I exclaimed and crossed my arms as I narrowed my eyes at him.

The Marquis was surprised and almost dropped the papers on his hands. He looked at me with guiltiness being reflected in his eyes.

"I have nothing to do…" he muttered and avoided the look I was giving him.

"That's the point!" I answered and approached his desk. "It is a day off, no work should be done. The emperor had ordered that too!" I pointed out and sat down in front of him.

My father only furrowed his brows. Instead of relaxing, he is looking wearier than before!

"I am not used to not doing anything…" he said after a while.

'Of course. He is a workaholic.'