Isekai Kaeri no Ossan wa, Fusei Sukiru de Fathercon Musume-tachi o Tororori ni

"Is your father a mental illness?

Tired of crying scatterly, Philia was finally starting to grow up.

I decided I wouldn't even have to leave this, and I decided to leave it to Ayako to fall asleep.

Haven't been able to do it in a while, leisure time.

I sat by the window, watching the view outside, not doing anything.

It's heading from morning to noon, Hotel District.

Angelica threw the question at the beginning as she stroked its calm township with a blurred gaze.

"... I'm healthy though"

"But Ayako said it, didn't he? PT Oh, my God."

"PTSD. Ayako is worried. Oh, come on, you're a good kid."

Well, it's not like I don't have any idea.

Indeed, shortly after being summoned to another world, there were symptoms of vomiting and seeing strange objects after the battle.

But gradually the back of my head becomes paralyzed, so that I can do it working when I realize it... is this the worst one?

I wonder what it is.

If I spit it, it will heal soon, will it feel like I have done it against my mental?

Or is there no cure?

For now, does it feel like leaving the wound stuck in a blocked but weird shape?

If I can move safely now, I think that would be fine.

Assuming I was somewhere broken - is that so unsavory?.

I feel like he's a worse guy walking around with a cheerful face while he kills his enemies.

If distress on the battlefield is a testament to humanity, I think this is a cross that needs to be carried...

"Wait, that's against the rules. Ange!"

When I say I'm developing a little bit of a theory about dressing up, this Angelica makes me cry.

It's very hard to hear what you're saying, but if your father is any worse, I want him to heal, or something like that. He seems to be saying something like that.

"Uh-huh."

"Okay, 'cause I got it"

Eyes on the grater and the bed.

Ayako was about to tell Philia Cinderella, who altered all the characters to her father, as a bedtime story.

In other words, the old man tells an eggy story on his old man's balls as he tides his cheeks.

Philia didn't seem to know exactly what it meant, and she was listening with a calm face.

Apparently, it's going to be okay.

Ayako is immersed in a fantasy world, and she doesn't realize I made Angelica cry.

"Let's just talk where we can calm down"

I'll hold Angelica's shoulder and take her to the bathroom.

To be honest, it's not a place to calm down at all, but I'd like to think it makes sense to just shut out the gaze of a third party.

I urge Angelica to sit down. It's a consideration that you don't have to stand up.

Angelica lowered her hips to the potty as she snorted.

And I'm standing still, staring down at my crying beloved daughter.

... creepy.

Anyway, if this is just a fight, I'm worried about me but when I cry too much, I can't get out strong.

My mother cried out when I spent some time back in Japan without getting a quorum, but I feel similar then.

Thoughtful but hence crying. This is the hardest part.

I wondered how Elsa would have handled it if she was her opponent at a time like this - but he was a woman who rarely showed tears, so I was terribly oblivious to these experiences.

Rather, when I was younger, I was slightly emotionally unstable, so I remember Elsa just comforting me.

Put my head on my lap, all right. I'm sorry I've stroked my head once or twice.

Elsa was a girlfriend and lover, and at the same time she was an amazing woman who even let her sister and mother play a role.

I can tell you that it's largely because of this guy that I've been able to do it in other worlds.

I mean, somehow, I was kind of the kind of guy who was good at sweetening.

I didn't have any idea what it was like to be an old man, so I'm really bad at taking care of young girls.

... even though it will be thirty-three this year.

Well, then my half life is a series of misfortunes, and I suspect I've been hit in the head, but I would be responsible as an adult for doing so.

Defeat Angelica and destroy the dragons.

This is the best choice I can make right now.

"Uh..., you know, Ange"

Scratching my cheeks, I try to speak up.

What did I say?

"I'm glad you care about me, but what is that? It's very troublesome when you cry. Do you mean?

……

"What do you want me to do? You mean you can go to the hospital somewhere? But what an explanation. It sounds like my spirit was hit by serving in a war no one in this world knows about, what a doctor would tell me, and that's what I'm about to be given a strong pill for thinking I'm genuinely freaking out... can that be discharged...?

I don't like spending the whole time in an iron lattice quarantine ward.

I knew I didn't want to get a doctor, but the thought springs up with two things.

"Has your father been unable to do this?

"Huh?"

Suddenly I thought I looked up, Angelica had looked at me with a serious look.

"Your father in the book was written like a hero without fear. Master Kaiske is a great man who likes and fights for everyone, not afraid of anything. But you didn't."

"... disillusioned?

"Right."

"Oh well."

"It's not your father, it's your home town."

Angelica is more pointy with her mouth.

"I'm embarrassed to think that me and the people in my hometown are pushing your father that far, and I hate myself for watching your father with admiration for swallowing, and, uh... Ugh! It feels like"

I wonder if you're angry at me.

An unscrupulous anger towards my compatriots. There's nothing I can do about all this.

"It's not Ange's fault, and it's not the part where you feel responsible."

"... even if you say that, you're determined to feel it"

"Well, that might be true."

"Because dedicating me to your father is the butt wipe of the people of the world over there. And yet I haven't been able to do that."

"Hmm... what do you mean"

Angelica says while doing a mess of ass pockets.

"So, I came to thank your father for defeating the Demon King until he was sick and lost Mr. Elsa everywhere."

"Half of it seems to have been for a trap."

"I am! I came here for a good purpose."

He said, "I know."

There it is, and Angelica raises her voice. And he threw it at me.

I don't know what this, like a pink thermometer...

"This..."

If it's not my mistake, it looks like something called a pregnancy test kit.

Based on Angelica's appearance, which distracts her slightly from the smell, I'm pretty sure she actually thinks it fits with this interpretation.

"Oh, my... no way..."

"Yes."

Angelica nods deeply.

"Ayako taught me how to use it. I don't know why, but it was stuck in a shelf with Ayako dressed in it."

"That girl should be seen in a good hospital once..."

As I say, I explore my memories.

Have you had any nights in the last few days that you don't remember? There should have been one or two days when TV station officials accidentally drank me.

No way then......

"I comfort your father with this, a living gratuity. I think it's a shame you haven't got your hands on it yet."

"Shame."

"Your father's heart is healed by me.... with this body!

Angelica with a much tighter chest. Rich swells poke up the cloth, all ripped up.

"... there is also friendship in the world of women. Ayako and I are rivals who work with your father, but at the same time we are friends who share a common hobby"

"What's your common hobby?

"He's my father."

"You answered instantly.... So how does that have anything to do with this noisy substitute?

This is not a toy. The murder weapon.

A demonic tool that almost every man would fear if given to him by a girl.

"You can't just take it out at play, this test kit."

"I know. That's why I carry it with me."

Angelica told as she wiped tears in her eyes.

"We talked and decided. Me and Ayako, you said that having a baby first would be your father's real wife. And he said that being a wife is more about taking care of your father's heart with all his soul."

What about my intentions?

I ask the most important thing, but they tease me through brilliantly.

"From this evening on, your father will do his best."