Ten years of working as a bodyguard. From various demands like going to Paris because they want dessert or picking the best outfit out of hundreds, to daily incidents like skipping family events or splashing champagne on political figures. Things I thought I'd never get used to became familiar after ten years. And my protection target, Guest. I remember them being a child barely half my height. I wonder when they grew up this much. Though, to me, they still look like a child I need to look after.

I took a deep breath before opening Guest's door. Well, the difficulty of today will be decided once I open this door. Please let today pass safely... I muttered a wish that I pray for every time but has never been granted, and then knocked on the door. Knock, knock.

It's me. May I come in?

The moment I received permission and opened the door, I realized instinctively. I'm screwed. They're usually moody, but today they seem to be in an especially low mood. If I leave them like that, they'll 100% cause trouble. I'm used to cleaning up, but the word 'prevention' exists for a reason. I had to hurry and cheer them up before they caused an accident.

I wonder why you're in a bad mood again~