At the end of a metastasis that fell into a rift in dimension.

"Give it back! That's mine!

She shows her ID to a soldier doing border checks, and the lady who seems to have thought she'd be stolen calls.

She still grabs and suppresses the lady who is going to beat her up, and is laughed at by soldiers and the people around her as couscous.

This isn't funny. If you let it rumble, it'll be a sea of blood.

"Haha, I'll give it back to you properly, young lady. Look, I'm sorry."

"Huh!

When the soldier returned his ID with a laugh, the lady received it as if it were a scratch.

And then I slip it into the inner pocket of my coat.

What you're doing looks cute, but if you hadn't suppressed it, the soldier in front of you would be turning into a piece of flesh.

I really don't know if this guy's gonna stop this extreme behavior.

"Sorry for the noise."

"Don't worry about it. Kids want to have their stuff. Go ahead, Father."

"... Hi."

They give me my ID back while I'm told my father, and I cross the border as it is because it's troublesome to correct it.

The lady still made some noise but dragged away from the scene.

Dragging for a while, he said, "Come on, let it go!" and I let go of my hand because it started to storm in earnest.

"Totally... I thought I'd grown up a little bit, and then I started rumbling again recently."

"What's wrong with him stealing my stuff!

"I didn't steal it. I guess I just checked."

"I don't know!

"Please, just know. I've had this happen several times in the future."

I exhale thoughtfully into the lady's words and actions.

The next thing I know, when I presented my ID, I was forced to take it up because the lady reluctantly submitted it.

It was hard because of the tremendous resistance I had once recognized it as my stuff.

I'm really starting to hate kids who are easier to deal with a dragon.

There have always been occasions to present it, but there was no rumbling because it was in the person's hand.

So I thought there seemed to be no problem, but he had a sweet idea.

This time, he asked me to hand it to him for confirmation, and he stormed out that it was stolen.

Please, don't use the power of a child's seizure momentum to crush people. There are dead people out there.

"What did you like so much about your ID?"

In retrospect, speaking of which, the lady takes care of both her clothes and the new coat she is wearing now.

When I was bored with a demon, I was worn out by boulders, but I didn't usually defile, tear, etc.

Maybe it's the kind of thing I think matters when I recognize it as my stuff.

"But you're the father... I was that age, too, speaking of which"

Mirka's going to be a mother, too, and Lynn. Hey, fucking sister. You're going to be a mother within that distance.

Or, given the other countries, the two marriages are more of a slow category. It's too late for Mirka.

Marriage is rarely too late for a man in combat, but in my position, it's not weird to have kids already.

However, when the gatekeeper said parent and child, there was also a reason for his ID.

It's because my ID and my lady's ID have the same family name.

I think Uml's name is out of the way to travel, and I often use my mother's old family name.

This is an ID that my brother gave me permission to make before I left.

I also have an object with Umr's name on it, but I basically spend it with my mother's.

And the identity card the lady had was given to Brother Aroness when he arrived earlier.

I didn't even look inside because the timing I was given was when the lady ran away.

I checked later and decided, "Do you want to call us brothers and sisters?" But we look like parents and children around us.

I don't think they look alike, but they always treat me like a father for some reason.

The lady doesn't say anything in particular about it, and I leave it because the correction is troublesome, too.

Either way, it's the same thing, because it's really different for parents and children and brothers alike.

If I had any idea, I'd be told that I was the lady's parent, and I'd feel like I was old too.

I thought I was more of a daughter than a daughter-in-law when I spoke to Brother Aroness before, but there are things that actually come when they call me Father many times.

"Um, is it good over here?

"Unravel."

"Unraveling... the lady says she wants to go this way, so she's on her way."

"I don't know. My servant, shut up and follow me."

"Huh... you must be too intense when you're being sloppy and when I'm exhausted."

Recently, the lady told me that there was a direction she wanted to take.

I was rarely and honestly nodded back when I asked if that was relic related, and I am still a little confused.

I also thought you relied on me, but somehow I feel different.

After that, at this rate, as always, I'm walking a long way without even asking to stop.

"I know you hate demons, but you can't win now,"

"Right."

"Oh, be honest. Then a little..."

"You'll protect me then."

This is it. Your usual attitude is disobedient, but lately I've been telling you I won't abandon you.

I just don't think you're going to let me abandon that word by being so sure.

I don't know if I'm willing to abandon him now, but I don't know if I can do anything other than twist him.

"Heck, I'll protect you properly, sir."

"... Hmm."

Oh, I gave him a ride, but you're not responding. This guy. Maybe I'll slap him in the back of the head with no protection.

I don't know what to do. I hope the antidote to the ruins works.

No, I can. I'm a wizard. Smash your common sense. Kill your sister, too.

Ugh, I thought you were feeling weak.

But in this direction, stay away from the Empire.

I hope we don't get to the Imperial Realm.