Hero Manufacturing Machine ~A Job to Make Children~

Iona-san

When I went out, my mother handed me a piece of paper from Charles.

"Don't forget to give it to Ushallush. I asked you."

That's what I was told.

I had no choice but to give it to Charles.

I will give Charles the paper again.

"That's Iona's mother. Don't hold back."

While saying that, she moves her hand on the desk and writes down the schedule quickly.

And you'll hand it over to me right away.

"Tell your mother that I will visit you on this date and time."

I was afraid.

"It's about Iona. I don't think there's anything wrong with it, but I don't need to remember things in writing. If you give it to me, I'm sure of it."

So I was able to arrange a quick visit to my house.

The day when he visits my home in the light of the foregoing is not far off.

And the promised day came.

"I've been expecting you, Mr. Ushalrush."

My mother welcomes Charles.

The front door was full of families.

My mother, my father, my sister, and my four.

"Welcome aboard. This is our main Iola-Cuccolose."

My mother greets me again.

"Thank you for inviting me."

Besides, Charles responds with a smile.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. This is Iona's father, Noelik."

Though not as good as Charles, his narrow father greets him.

It is absolutely secret to him that one of the reasons why I don't trust my husband this time is the existence of this father, whose mother won't raise her head, and who won't rise to depression.

"It's an honor to be here. I'm looking forward to it today."

I don't suppose there is any lie in the words that didn't interest my family.

Welcome, Mr. Ushalrush.

"Today."

Smile softly and gaze at your sister.

"Iona-sama's sister, is it okay?

"Yes, my name is Riona."

My elderly sister nodded.

"I have a beautiful mother and sister. I can't help but look forward to the future."

He is very accustomed to treating children like that. I couldn't help feeling that way.

"Do you like children?

My mother asked.

"Yes, I have an overly cute niece."

Sometimes it's not an official place, and the first person is consciously using "me".

Thus began Charles' visit to my house of Cookorose very gently.