At the Northern Fort

I'm home.

Anyway, I told Mr. Rekka not to overpack the roots, and I went back from the fort to my mother.

My mother stood on the snow in front of the mortar hole in her residence, so this is her chance to get her to play, she jumps on her long forefoot.

And as she quickly left, she broke her foreleg and lowered her head position, while her buttocks, in turn, posed to raise high and invited her mother to play.

I stare at my mother with anticipation and shake her tail from time to time.

"Milfilia, I'm back just in time"

But my mother doesn't know what this pose means, and the invitation to play is ignored.

I roar and storm my mother's forefoot again.

"You're not well. Listen to me for a second."

When my mother changed into a human form, she grabbed the back of my neck and lifted it to the height of her face. When they grab it, they lose their power.

I grow up like a stuffed animal and listen to my mother as a good boy.

"The war trust is here now."

"My father?

"Well, Milfiria hasn't come to see me lately, so I'm here to tell her to come."

To your mother? Father, I wish you'd come and tell me.

If you want to tell your daughter something, you can tell her directly, but have her say it through her mother. That's what fathers are for, isn't it?

But speaking of which, you haven't been able to get to your father much these days. The fort has Woodbaum to deal with me, and I've been somewhat busy with Mr. Rekka.

My mother gently put me down on the snow and continued.

"Unless Milphyria goes, he'll come back tomorrow to tease you, so go show him your face. You just have to play with them."

"Yeah, I will!

"Then you'll be back by sundown."

"Yes."

And I replied, and then I was dropped off by my mother and flew to my father.

"Is that it?"

I squeal so unexpectedly because the flying tip was in the green forest rather than the usual wide lake. But if you turn your face to the side, your father was certainly there.

"Father? What are you doing?

"Milfilia......"

Father crouched to the ground in the figure of a man and seemed to be looking for something.

Step on the scabbard and the fallen leaves and approach your father. My father has a cloth bag and he spreads it to show me what's in it.

"Dungeons?"

Round your eyes on a lot of collected dongles.

"Father, what do you use this for?

It's not a squirrel, and I'm not going to eat it.

"To Milfilia... I thought I'd do it..."

"To me?

"... you don't want it?

"Hmm."

I stuck my nose tip in the bag and thought. I don't want it, but would Father be sad if I told him I didn't? You've collected so much.

I wonder why you tried to dongle me in the first place. I wonder if they think I'd be happy with dongles because I'm a child.

"Oh, this is cute"

From among the massive dongles, I find something round and big when I put on my hat and touch it a little bit with my forefoot. But it's not enough to take it back and add it to my treasure collection.

Sometimes a dongle comes out of the inside with bugs, so it's pretty scary.

Trouble quote, come up with a good use and tell Father.

"Oh, yeah! Can I give this to Woodbalm?

"... Woodbalm?

"It's a tree's fault. I'm in the middle of a quiet retreat in the north right now. 'Cause he seems to like dungeons."

"Fort... to? Right..."

My father looked sideways, but he looked like the usual expression, so I went on.

"If you eat this much, you might lose your wood balm too!

"Milfilia"

My father doesn't care if the dongle has gotten any better, now he has picked the white mushrooms that were growing under the roots of the trees to show me.

"How about this...?

I look at the mushrooms in confusion and reply.

"What do you say?

"Do you like...?

"Eating isn't hard, though."

But raw mushrooms are going to break my stomach.

"Right..."

Father threw away the mushrooms he had picked because of them and went looking for something else.

It shows me picking up iga chestnuts, red and small fruits, and leaves bigger than my body one after another. Apparently you're looking for something I like.

Iga chestnuts hurt, and red fruit seemed sour even if eaten, so don't hesitate.

"This leaf, I'll take it"

I tugged my big leaves and shook my tail. It's not like I can use it for anything, but I'm just excited to say it's big. Add to your treasure collection.

"You like leaves..."

"No."

That's not what I'm saying.

When Father lifted me with his big leaves in his arms, he left the woods and returned to his usual lake. Sitting back on the lake shore, agua, you put me on top of it.

"Tomorrow, let's keep those leaves... picked. And the day after tomorrow... and the day after tomorrow."

"I don't need that much."

Let go of the leaves that were covered and say: Because even if I take too much back to my address, my mother will throw me away for "what to use".

But when I said no, I felt Father drop his shoulder with no expression.

I look at that face and flicker. I was wondering if Father was looking for something that would please me to come and visit him.

This is also what fathers tend to do for their children to like, to fish with things. Even though Father is a Spirit, I feel he is going down your father's royal path.

"Woodbalm, or..."

Father began to rub his left and right meatballs by gripping his forelegs with both hands as he leaned back on me to face Father.

The gaze that falls straight at me seems to contain subtle emotions different from the usual faceless look.

Something's a little blameworthy, that kind of gaze. Are you obstinate because I didn't come to my father after all I did to Woodbaum?

"Woodbalm, or..."

Father repeats.

All right, I'll come back tomorrow to see you properly!