After that, Inai went to talk a little about the situation, got off the ship in a way that pulled him out on the way, and went back to his room.

Kroto stopped trembling too, relieved... though.

"What about Kroto?

"No, I'm telling you that's nothing to hear from you just now."

"I don't think that's the look on your face that it's nothing, that"

Answer Inai's question by diving into his voice. The three of you are a little small in the kitchen.

Kroto is in the room, staring at the table with an awfully dark look.

I've never seen a clot with that dark look before. That is, Kroto rarely has a dark face all the time because there are few basic facial changes.

"I knew you would, that"

"I wonder if it's about the boat. Other than that, Kroto, I don't think you'll look like that."

"I guess so"

Until then, Kroto didn't look particularly strange to the extent that he was scared of Mr. Lynn.

Obviously, after what happened to Mr. Geena.

Same as when Mr. Lynn, I thought you were depressed that you were scared, but Kroto doesn't answer anything.

Speaking of which, Kroto said something weird.

"Uh, something, did you say you were both, like, alone then?

"I wonder what that means, that"

Looks like we both heard Kroto say that time. But I wonder if you don't understand Kroto by asking. I've always been.

Always grumbling, I don't even know myself.

"In the meantime, you don't seem to want to tell me why"

"Right. But I'm going to stay with you for a while."

"I think that's good. Seems like Mr. Tallow is the safest place to be than with your sister or me."

I don't see a solution for now, but I decided to stay by your side without being forced to ask why Kroto.

There will be many thoughts in person. It feels like saying it when you want to.

"So, ho."

Inai wants to serve a wide variety of sweets.

"He's a surprisingly sweet guy. They're eating silently when I serve them."

"I've noticed that lately, too. Meals don't, but sweets don't stop inside."

"Oh, I knew you liked that and you were eating it. I don't want to change your expression, Kroto."

Because the three parents are in the mood for their children, it is also cheap that the result of the consultation is this. Well, is it easy to understand?

Inai's taking care of Kroto. I guess he had a lot of chances, so I guess there was certainty around here.

"I also feel cheap, but it could be good"

"I don't know why, so you have no choice. I'm not the type to go out there."

"It's always quiet, isn't it, Kroto?"

That's why I'm going back to the table with sweets for now.

The two of you prepare tea.

"Kroto, you want some sweets?"

"... yeah, thanks, Dad"

When I speak up, I turn my eyes to this one and thank you, Kroto. But the look doesn't clear.

But I reached out. I'm eating toys. If you have an appetite, is it better yet?

"In a few moments, Inai and the others will make some tea."

"... yeah."

Silently, but slowly eating croto. The gaze gradually returns to the table.

This kid's always looking forward, and he's looking at us. That gaze doesn't rise at all now.

No, if you speak up, it's temporary.

"I'm tired, Kroto."

"... yeah."

"It's hard to do something you can't do. Take it easy tomorrow."

"... yeah."

Kroto responding properly to my words. Um, I was wondering if we should not talk much.

Or should I just speak up? Um, I don't know.

Hmm, I think I made some tea. Inai and the others came this way too.

"Ho, Kroto. Tea."

Place the tea Inai brought in in front of the croto. The face is very gentle.

"... thank you, Mother"

"Aye."

Inai replies lightly and sits beside Kroto, stroking Kroto's head.

So Kroto reacted in an unsightly manner. For a moment, I trembled frightened. In Inai's hands.

Inai also seemed to notice immediately, but dared to keep stroking.

It was an instant, but it's anomalous that you were scared of Inai's hand. What's really going on, Kroto?

But I've heard the reason so many times just now. Still didn't answer me. I just didn't realize that was all.

Thanks to Inai, I realized that things were really strange.

Chroto, I'm worried. What really happened?