- 7 章コンテンツ
- レビュー結果
- N/A応援
Follow the daily lives and adventures of Chris Huser, the heir to Chris Co., along with his employees Cybel, an android maid, Ema, a lazy (human) maid, June, a headstrong bodyguard, and Hobbes, a widowed valet who takes on a variety of jobs around the mansion. Together we are Chris Co.!
Storming through the front door of the renowned Huser mansion came a man. The man seemed like he was in a rush. Furiously clicking the buttons of the elevator he huffed. As he entered the elevator the man began, perhaps out of nervous habit tapping his foot.
As he stepped out of the elevator, two familiar faces greeted him.
"Hey, you're a bit late," Ema smirked.
"Not now Ema." The man huffed.
"Master Chris, your father is ready on the other end of the line, are you ready?" An older gentleman asked.
"Yup," Chris grumbled, slouching back in his chair.
Pressing a nearby button, the giant television in front of them clicked on.
Static for a moment, the television suddenly turned into an older mans face.
"Chris!" The man barked.
Chris exhaled sharply.
"Father," he groaned.
"You're great with technology, are you not?" His father asked.
"I suppose, why?" Chris questioned.
"Excellent, then I have something for you!" His father proceeded.
"Huh?" Chris sat up.
"Well, what is it?" He asked.
"Be patient!" His father barked.
"I trust that you will take good care of her." His father smiled, as the television promptly clicked off.
"H-hey...!" Chris cried.
He then turned to the others.
"Hobbes, do you know anything...?" Chris asked.
"Her..." Hobbes whispered, lost in thought.
"Heh, maybe he got you a girlfriend!" Ema snickered.
"Shut it!" Chris barked.
"Anway," he began.
"Go do something productive for once, would you?" He asked, glaring at Ema.
"You seem to forget that you're our only housemaid."
"First of all!" Ema cried.
"You act like dunking on you isn't productive," she huffed.
"Second!" She continued.
Hobbes and Chris looked at her.
"N-nevermind I don't know where I was going with this..." Ema blushed.
"You're a pain!" Chris cried.
"Why don't you maybe go dust or whatever..." He mumbled.
"That's boring!" Ema whined.
Chris shot her an annoyed smile.
"You know, days like today I would just love to fire you, but alas I am in no position to do such." He grumbled, walking towards the elevator.
"Master, where are you off to now?" Hobbes asked.
"I need some fresh air, seeing my father's mug gave me a headache." He sighed, stepping into the elevator.
"See ya." He waved to the pair.
"'Kay well then," Ema began.
"Guess I'll go dust for our beloved master!" She cried sarcastically.
"Good to see you be productive miss Ema." Hobbes smiled, as the two set off into the elevator.
