Kanna no Kanna

男 The man who kept the child hostage protected the child.

It's not hard to see that trying to secure the hostage as a bargaining material. Even so, is it something that can be taken for granted in the sudden situation? Rather, it's a good decision to abandon it if you can get it right.

In the turbulence of the air, I walk to Papet, still dipping.

"Well, Papetto, please answer some questions." "Hey? Oh, yes. What, what?"

Perhaps Papeto's voice was upside down, as if he did not expect to be called in this situation.

"That's right ... I guess Marito's favorite food first." "Well, Marito's favorite ...?

Puppet looked suspicious, but beyond that he put his hand on his chin to answer deeply without question.

"Well, Marito's favorite ...... like ...... like?" "What's wrong? I'd like to know about the successor son's favorite, maybe one or two if it's a father?" But……"

Papet leaned his head frequently, but couldn't find any answer in his mouth.

"Can't you answer? Then change the question."

I changed the subject from there quickly. It starts with the foods you hate, hobbies and birthdays. But none of Papet answered. Anyway, my father should know and ask the right questions, but only come back to silence.

On the contrary, as he deepened his thoughts, Papeto's complexion became worse and greasy sweat was seeping on his forehead.

Everyone else was listening to Papet's exchange with me. Papeto's extraordinary appearance is asking himself.

"Son @ Marito ... Birthday? Favorite? Hobby? I don't know. I don't know about my son .... I don't know why. I'm ... I'm a father. ── "

Even for Papeto, even breathing is rough and he's starting to get very decent.

I asked the definitive question.

Papeto "Nya, Nya"

Does "Son" really exist for "Marito"?

The moment my voice reached my ears, Papet opened his bloodshot eyes to the limit and held his head to endure the headache.

"Well, to me ... son to me? Son ... son ... I am father ... father"

Papet is shaking his hands and making his face pale.

Papet was repeated like delirium, but at a certain moment the quiver stopped.

"... No, I can't be a father. I'm not a father. I can't be a father."

And Papet finally declared.

"──I don't have a son named Marito ..."

The thread broke, and Papet turned his eyes and, as if, lost power and fell down.

I didn't expect to stun as expected, but it was the answer. I laughed as I was convinced of the consequences.

My father said, "I got the testimony from him. He has no son. Now, the question is here. Who is the one who is falling down?"

While everyone is silent, Rand quickly reaches the truth.

That kind of thing, "Wow! No way ... Kanna-kun ...?"

I nodded to Rand.

"……What do you mean?"

It's a bad idea for the scented Fima, but it's probably the difference because I'm in advance in Rand.

Marito: That's right, the root of the evils that created this situation was "", who pretended to be dead there. "

When I affirmed and pointed with conviction, the boy, who had fallen so hard, got up.

His face was frustrated and embarrassed, and he did not resemble the brilliant yet timid boy he had shown.

"... Why did you notice?"

Her tone hasn't changed much, but the atmosphere she has created has changed radically. Indeed, a wolf in sheep's skin showed her true nature.

──However, it is subtlely humorous that the nosebleed is dripping from the well-organized appearance of a young face. Marks on the soles are clearly carved on the face.