"…How long were you there?" Aria asked, still in shock.
"Since the beginning," Mark replied, amused at his wives' reactions.
Yuki quickly recovered her composure and tried not to look surprised in the slightest.
"I always knew he was there," she lied, letting out a fake cough.
"No, you didn't," he replied with a teasing smile.
"Well… I suspected it."
Seeing him, Emilia walked over and, with curiosity, reached out to touch the fabric of the robe he had just pulled off his head.
"Well… so this is where this thing was stored," she murmured, feeling the dark material between her fingers. "I hadn't seen it in years. I didn't even remember it existed."
Aria, who by that point had recovered her composure after the embarrassment of being caught mid-paranoia-attack, cleared her throat and tried to salvage some dignity by changing the subject.
"Uh… what do you mean, Emilia?" she asked, turning to look at the queen. "What exactly is that thing?"
