I couldn't be confused by the unexpected house or stopping here, and I rang the intercom.

Then a small footstep was heard from inside and the door of the house opened immediately.

"Yes, there you are......!

The one who came out of it was Dongyun, who is a little out of breath.

You didn't have to come out in such a hurry, but you didn't want to keep us waiting, or you couldn't wait for your friends to come home - maybe both.

"I'm suddenly sorry, Mr. Dongyun"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Dongyun"

"Ugh...... fine...... Than that... surprised...?

This must have surprised the Borough family.

I also find it rude to answer honestly here, but I'll probably find out soon enough where I lied with care.

Because lying poorly affects trust, I don't want to lie except when I need to.

"Just a little. This is more of a cat stuffed animal than that, can you fix it?

After I nodded honestly, I quickly missed the conversation so she wouldn't mind.

Because Emma doesn't try to let go of the cat stuffed animal despite her sleeping, I show Dongyun the cat stuffed animal for every Emma.

"Yeah... I'm hanging on to it beautifully... I'm fine... This is probably... the seams were originally... weakened... Otherwise... I can't take it so beautifully..."

That's right, the decision was quick after seeing the stuffed animal.

If you do say so, the plush ears are unusually clean to take away.

When it was normally pulled with impossible force, the fabric around the part you are sewing is also something you can chop a thousand pieces together, but only the part of this stuffed animal that would have been sewn was removed.

Toyun was right, I guess the thread I was sewing was weakening from the beginning.

Looks like they got something new but a little unlucky.

That's probably why Emma and Claire, who still have little power, have pulled each other off a thousand times.

"Good. Is it okay if I leave it to you?

"Yeah...... But..."

Mr. Dongyun said something. So he shifts his gaze to Emma.

Looks like I'm trying to tell you I can't fix this unless you give me the cat stuffed animal.

Not that I can't fix it even in this state, but it'll be hard to do, and most importantly, you want Emma to let you go because it's dangerous when she wakes up.

I slowly and politely - and let Emma release one finger at a time from the cat stuffed animal so it didn't hurt.

I didn't wake her up because for Emma, Mr. Dongyun was a stranger, so she might have shown resistance to giving her cat stuffed animal.

Besides... maybe I'm in a bad mood for sleeping.

So I avoided waking you up - I was going to...

"... hmm...? Ah... Cat...! Cat............!

Emma, who should have been asleep, woke up wondering if she couldn't get her fingers off successfully, or if she realized the discomfort of losing the cat stuffed animal she had ever had.

And there was still Mr. Dongyun in front of me, so I'm reaching for both hands to get my cat stuffed animal back from her.

Mr. Dongyun frightened and tried to give it back to Emma, but I stopped Emma by hugging her every hand.

Emma said, "Why are you stopping...? I smile back at her to reassure her because she has looked up at me with a mean expression.

"This sister will fix the cat, will you lend her a cat?

'.................. eh'

Apparently you believed my words, and Emma nodded small and grown up.

You honestly listened to me. I stroke Emma's head and praise her, and she laughs happily 'eheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh' and rubs her back of her head against my chest.

I guess this is going to be sweet for Emma, too.

"I don't know what you said... but Aoyagi... I knew it was amazing..."

"I'm glad to hear it, but I've been feeling a little complicated lately..."

If I reacted to her voice and looked up, Mr. Dongyun was smiling loosely at me, and Charles was looking at me with a subtle bitter smile.

I didn't know what to say to the two slightly contrasting faces, and I decided to let Emma at hand slip my gaze away.

"" I'll Grandpa ""

"Yeah... again... Welcome..."

While we continue after Mr. Dongyun, we greet her and enter her house.

It is quite old inside as well as outside, but the dust and the like had not fallen off and had been cleaned as much as possible.

"- That, your friend? It's unusual for Hua Zheng to bring your friends."

As I followed Mr. Dongyun on foot, a woman came out of the room immediately.

He's a little bigger than Mr. Dongyun, but his age isn't going to be much different from ours.

I didn't even hide my eyes with my forehead, she's a very cute girl.

"- Huh!?"

But somehow when a girl looks at my face, she distorts her beautiful face into something that shows upset like a surprise.

What the hell is going on...?

"Mom... what's going on...?

"" -!? "

Mr. Dongyun called out to the girl that I was confused - but now Shall and I were surprised that she called me "Mom".

Mom......?

Not your sister's mistake...?

Me and Charles stare at Mr. Dongyun as much as they tell us, but apparently it's not what he said in a joke.

This guy really looks like Mr. Dongyun's mother.

"Ah... ugh, it's nothing. Your friends are dirty, but take your time."

Mother returned to me by being heard, smiling at us, and then went back into the room.

What the hell was that...?

"Mom... maybe I was tired at work... Never mind... let's go to the room..."

"Right. Shall we go, bright man?"

"- Huh!? A wise man!?"

The moment Charles called my name, Dongyun's mother, who was supposed to have returned to her room, called my name.

Exactly. You can't pretend you don't know this,

"Um, is there something...?

"Oh, I'm sorry! Never mind, it's nothing!

When Dongyun's mother called into the room where she went, she returned with a panicked voice.

But I won't let you see my face.

The reaction was as if you were rejecting me.

The reaction when you heard my name... no matter what you think, it felt like you knew me...

Plus my reaction when I saw my face - I thought it was because I resembled Mr. Dongyun's father, but for a different reason...?

- I didn't know how Mr. Dongyun's mother reacted to my face and name. I leaned my neck with the Shalls.