Let's Manage The Tower
(4) Happy report, sad decision
On that day, management was wrapped in celebration mode.
That's why Shreyn, who had successfully delivered her first child, is coming to management with her child Shu.
I was delighted that everyone had been born safely, but it was Mick who was most concerned.
"Will this child be my brother?
Oh, yeah.
Shreyn nodded again with a smiling smile to Mick, who asked with a funny face.
It seemed like Mick would be happy to be his first brother.
The smile deepened as Mik's appearance was followed by other members.
Mick looked at Shu all the time, insisting that he would never get tired of seeing it.
Well then, Mick. So why don't you play some songs for Shu?
"A song or a street?
"Of course, but... can you play anything other than a street?
Shreyn saw a peach with a slightly surprising face, but her real mother (peach) also looked surprised.
I was relieved that it was still different (?) It was Shreyn, but Mick nodded with a smile.
"Yes! My teacher taught me how to whistle!
Mick replied cheerfully, and the eyes of all the people who were there gathered at the peach.
"Eh!? I don't know, I don't know!
I saw the peach answering with the pull and neck swinging to the left and right, and understood that it was true.
I wonder who said that...
It was the mother of the fruit (Floria) who realized the fact.
"Hmm. Mia, I don't think we can escape, so why don't we just explain?
"Hey! What's an explanation?! There's nothing wrong..."
I'm not! Mia tried to continue, but she was completely unconvincing from her surrounding gaze, and her buttocks became dull.
I see. Well, I'll go after Mia later, but now let's hear Mick play. "
Looking at Mick who was comparing Floria and Mia with anxiety about what he had done, Kaiseki offered a helper.
Mia was depressed when she said she would pursue it, but the others were completely through.
Mick, who was unaware of Mia's condition, embraced the streets happily and took a position to play.
After seeing it, Mick started playing when Kaiseki shouted, "You can start anytime."
Mick, who started playing a calm song to show Shu, raised his arm even further.
Moreover, instead of relying on the power of charm, he completely controlled the power and played it with his own arm.
After listening to Mick's performance for a while, Kaiseki murmured.
"Honestly, this is enough to lead a luxurious life."
That's right.
Florian and Mia, who were sitting next to each other, agreed with the opinion of Kaiseki.
"Well, that's why I didn't miss Mia."
I see.
Say you'll miss it!
"No."
It was Mia who said that with a slight tearful eye, but the examiner replied briefly and shook her neck to the left and right.
Mick's musical enchantment doesn't know when it will explode.
Given that, Mia, who gave Mik the whistle, could be said to have been reckless.
However, I haven't heard what Mia herself thought and handed it over, so I'm putting it on hold as an exam aid.
Furthermore, there is a question as to why I kept silent with the auxiliaries.
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Leaving Mick to pull as many streets as he liked, the examiners moved to another room.
Shreyn hasn't come because she's listening to Mick's streets with Shu.
"So? For now, let's hear an excuse."
"An excuse... is to be angry from the beginning..."
Mia became gawky at the way the examiner said it.
Mia's heart was thrilled at the unusual anger mode of study.
Floria, who noticed it, called Mia to comfort her a little.
"I don't know what to do. Mick's power is, in a sense, the most important thing among children. There's nothing we can do about it."
If this could be properly controlled like the spiritual art of Seiya and Shia, Kaiseki would not have come to blame for Mia so far.
However, Mick's charm is not something he can control.
If this power is known to the public, it is not known what it will be treated like.
When it comes to trouble, it won't be the worst because there are Kouhi and Mitsuki, but if I succeed, Mik will spend his whole life in the tower.
Mia nodded cockroach at Florian's words, and it was time to start talking.
"The first trigger was when Mick was playing at the castle. The band I was playing with gave Mick a whistle."
Recently, Mick sometimes mixed up with an orchestra to play.
In that case, Mia wasn't in immediate reach, so she couldn't stop.
Playing with the band was intrinsically devious, but I was able to play in public with Mick's expected gaze, so I gave permission.
Afterwards, they played together several times, and one of the orchestra members gave Mick a whistle during several concerts.
"By the time I realized it, Mick had already started playing. However, even the performance at that time was not particularly attractive, and Felicia, who was listening with me, said that it was okay..."
I decided to let him play without any particular problems.
Then Felicia found out that Mick could whistle, but she kept practicing afterwards.
After hearing Mia's story in silence, Kaiseki nodded with a convincing expression.
I see. In the meantime, I understand that the trigger was something Mia couldn't stop. But why did we... anyway, keep quiet about Peach?
"Well, that's..."
For a moment, Mia sighed and confessed as if she had given up.
"Mick told me to shut up because I wanted to surprise you. Follow me."
"Ah, ah... I see."
If Mick told me that, I was confident that I would listen to the request even if it was an exam aid.
As Kaiseki looks around, the hard air is relaxed and somewhat sympathetic to Mia.
And Peach, Mick's real mother, was completely sympathetic to Mia.
Peaches who have refused Mick's "request" from day to day are well aware of the difficulty.
That's why we can't let Mia go completely.
Now, what I'm worried about is,
"For now, Mia is forbidden to enter or leave Little Amamiya for a while."
"Really!?
At the end of the exam, Mia shouted like a scream, but the others agreed.
Golems are also in Little Amamiya, so there is no hunger for the family.
It was judged reasonable that Mia would not be able to enter and exit the tower only because she would be punished and the impact on others would be minimal.