"Ah!? Miso soup!!!
"How about a glass if you don't mind... (") What!?
"Is that okay!?
"............ eh. Yeah, go ahead."
Honestly, I was born in this world and I haven't met anyone who knows Miso Soup... When I feel like it, I'm the one who secretly sells it and sneaks around looking for other people in the world who might be there.
*. * Mi, Mi, Mi...! You look like my daughter in the previous world!! *.... *
Inside, me offering miso soup with a rushing tremor.
A very normal 18-year-old named Berlina Lacotte.
Or, as I said a moment ago, “This world” to “The previous world".
There may be some parallel worldly worlds. My life, fantasy, which was strangely convincing and accepted.
Appearance and character, even normal. But there are memories of the past. Then I remember my daughter, who stands in front of me...
Exactly “Isn't that the girl?" She looks and does things...!