After Coincidentally Saving the New Transfer Student’s Little Sister, We Gradually Grew Closer

- I was silent and listening to Mr. Charlotte.

Apparently she came to Japan for the convenience of her mother's work.

He doesn't know the details, but it seems that there is a department or something in Japan at the company where Mr. Charlotte's mother works, and Mr. Charlotte's mother was chosen as the leader in pulling the Japanese one.

Anyway, it seems that her mother, who was originally a working person, began to push one day further into work.

For this reason, he now seems to be a great enough board member to take on such a major role.

Well, because of that, he's been too busy working to even get home properly since he came to Japan.

So it seems that Mr. Charlotte usually takes care of Emma.

... It just didn't come up about my father in this story.

I would have had a father at the point where Mr. Charlotte or Emma were, but I guess there's some hard reason to say it.

I'm not more willing to listen than she is to avoid talking.

"So I loved Japan, and I was very happy, but it was still very hard to break up with your friends in England."

Mr. Charlotte keeps talking with a nostalgic look on his face.

I'm probably thinking back about my friend in England right now.

"You were close."

"Yes, we were very close. The closest child still keeps in touch with me every day."

"Heh, yeah. The jet lag with England is nine hours, so you live quite differently, but you're a good friend."

"It is. I'm a kid named Sophia, but she's so funny and cute -"

Mr. Charlotte, who was happily talking about his friends, somehow suddenly solidifies as he talks.

And he slowly shut his mouth and slipped away from me like I was in trouble.

"Uh, what's up...?

"............... now I have a very bad flag..."

"Flag?"

What is it?

I don't think I can flag anything...

"Yes...... She said she was coming to Japan soon..."

"Aren't you a very good boy to come all the way from England? And yet you seem anxious, is there something to worry about?

"……… Yes, I have a tremendous concern…"

Mr. Charlotte answered my question with a strange look.

What kind of anxiety is there?

I can't imagine at all, but it wouldn't be unusual to see how she is.

If there's anything I can do...

"If you're in trouble, I want you to talk to me. If I can help, I'll do my best."

In the meantime, try to reassure Mr. Charlotte, show a smile and accept.

But Mr. Charlotte just stared at my face for a moment, po, and shook his head sideways small.

Apparently I can't help...

"Oh, uh... is that not the problem, or is it a little hard to say..."

You got on my face, and I was depressed, and Mr. Charlotte followed me like he was in a panic, with his index fingers together and just a little mozzy.

What do you mean?

I'm not sure......

"Well, more than that, that was a continuation of the story. When I came to Japan, I had already decided on a house to live in. Exactly. If you haven't decided on a house, you'll be living in a hotel, so naturally - for some reason, Mother, you were choosing your current apartment, far from the company.... but thanks to that, Aoyagi and I are able to talk every day, so as far as I'm concerned..."

I chose that apartment on purpose even though it was far away...?

If the company is close, I can still tell, but if it's far away, I don't know the benefits of choosing that apartment.

It's a cheap, reasonably secure apartment, but there are many other similar properties.

It's not a city like Tokyo, so there will be quite a few vacant apartments throughout the city.

It gets a little pricey because it's all over the city, but I feel like Mr. Charlotte's house is rich when I'm listening.

And yet would you bother looking for a cheap apartment?

If you're not in trouble for money, why don't you pick a place close to the company?

I don't think I'm going to fall for it...

Will you fix Mr. Charlotte's habit of talking to himself later?

I can't hear what you're saying.

Maybe you don't have to listen to me because I'm talking to myself, but I'm worried that's what she's talking about.

Who cares if someone they like says something?

"Speaking of which, is Mr. Charlotte's mother driving to work? Or a train?"

The question is, Charlotte doesn't seem to know much about it herself, so I asked her something else.

Car commuting is fundamental in Okayama.

There are few places with trains passing by, and only one train comes every thirty minutes unless it is from a barn because there are fewer people riding compared to Tokyo and elsewhere.

What a terrible place to talk about one bottle an hour.

There is also the means of commuting by bus, but it is still not very convenient.

So unless you have a company near Okayama Station or some other station, car commuting is usually common.

I was just wondering, because Mr. Charlotte's mother is a foreigner.

"Your mother always commutes in a car called Benz.... No, it may be weird that you are staying at a hotel near the company most of the time..."

Mr. Charlotte says with a bitter laugh as he rubs his cheek with his index finger.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

Honestly, I don't care about you.

Commuting in Benz - after all, Mr. Charlotte's house is rich...

I go to war with the luxury car she named Sile.

Benz is a famous luxury car that even I know is not interested in cars.

I thought I had no connection for the rest of my life, but I didn't know anyone was riding close to me......

Well, there seems to be something cheap about Benz... but it would definitely be more expensive to have Mr. Charlotte's mother on it...

What would I do if I were on a 10 million class benz?

Even if the confession succeeds, why don't you admit it to your mother...?

I mean, really, why do you live in an apartment like that...

The more I listened to Mr. Charlotte, the less I knew what it meant for them to be in the apartment where I lived, and the more I wondered what the hell reason was.

- Later, Mr. Charlotte lived in England on the top floor of a high-rise apartment, apparently.

Charlotte told me like a joke that Emma was so stubborn at first because she changed from that to the way she is now, but I felt like she was a resident of another world when I was listening.