Camilla was used to a simple life, and even as a king, there were seldom any maids serving her in her residence.
Now, there were only three people in the sleeping quarters at the top floor of Machinery City.
The sound of water splashing echoed from the bathroom, as she and the Bun-Haired Miss chatted while taking a bath.
Leonard Churchill continued to focus on his own tasks.
Occasionally, when he heard the two women's interesting topics, his lips would curl into a faint smile, or he would respond with a comment.
This was how the three of them usually interacted, without any constraints.
Shortly, the bathroom door opened.
Tracy Garcia stepped out wearing only a light robe, drying her dripping wet hair with a towel as she walked.
She didn't head to the bedroom, but went straight into the study.
