Hero Manufacturing Machine ~A Job to Make Children~

"I'm curious about my father."

As the meal progressed gently, Charles said such a thing.

"My mother is a very beautiful woman, too," she said.

Charles' words continued.

"The sword is disguised as a body, but you see it as a reasonable user. Would you please make arrangements with me?

That's what Charles's eyes were like when he found something fun.

She shines her eyes like a newly gifted child with a new toy.

"... do you really want to do that?

My father asks, "Don't be ridiculous."

"I won't force you. But don't you think this is a great opportunity to show your daughter what's good about it?

Charles suggests a strange smile like the first time we met.

"... you have no enemies. No more dictations.

We all move on to our practice hall after such an exchange.

"That's the famous Cook Rose family. It's a fine training ground."

Charles looked around and said that he was deeply impressed.

By "splendid", he refers to the robustness and robustness of construction, and never means "luxurious" or "stylish".

Making itself is simple.

But that's fine.

This is where the sword is sharpened.

It's never like a place where men and women dress up for a ball.

Temperature was not controlled, and the temperature in the confined space was slightly sweaty.

"I'm sorry I don't control the temperature."

"No, thank you for listening to me."

Charles answers his mother with her head down.

"It's better this way."

Charles continued his words.

"It's hot on the battlefield, but I can't tell you it's cold."

His words are always practical.

"I'm sorry."

The two of them confronted each other with the same wooden sword.

"I know I'm going to win, but I don't feel good."

Charles opened his mouth.

"It's not about winning or losing. I don't have to tell you."

Continue your words with that in mind.

"If you're handicapped, you'll soon understand. My eyes are not holes."

Having said that, his atmosphere changed.

Painfully tight air is transmitted.

So I was told that I judged my father to be quite capable.

On the other hand, my father was ejecting Charles with a sharp look that he had never shown us before.

Normally gentle and unreliable, he seems like a different person.

"Here we go!"

The stand began at the behest of my mother.