The Baby Raising A Devil

He came to me as if his brothers had waited.

"Are you okay?"

"How's your body?"

I nod.

"It's all better. My uncle was messing with me. He's better if he doesn't take his meds."

And Ishaq said, "Then you should have killed him." I murmured. Then he looked at me and he kept his mouth shut.

"Why?"

Henri grabbed my hand carefully and said,

"If you're well... let's eat together. We're all eating snacks together in the garden."

While pretending Mireille was the fourth, I felt sorry for not caring about me.

"It's okay."

"……."

"You don't have to care. I thought it was a baby bird. No wonder you value your brother."

When I spoke cheerfully, the two shook their heads.

'Oh, the atmosphere.....'

I switched topics.

"What about John?"

"On behalf of my father, I'm sending an innkeeper."

"What are you doing?"

"Work."

"Work?"

"Just keep working. He was always in the office, except he saw you for a second this morning. You don't seem to have been hit more than you think."

When Ishaque looks at Henri, he nods.

"He's thorough, so he wouldn't have believed it."

"Yeah, he was doing a background check on Mireille."

The two of them said that, but I held the sheet tightly.

Even if there was evidence that Mireille was the fourth, her personality would have been confirmed twice or three times. You didn't trust her until you finished checking.

'But…….'

That doesn't mean there's no hitting.

My father was never angry at Mireille's overzealousness. 'Only if he's really a baby bird.' It must have been the hope of what I was saying.

Even though Mireille's brothers used too many flocks, she was never really angry.

After five years together, I know how scary my brothers are once they get angry. I don't know how much I hate crossing the line.

And they all endured Mireille because she was staring at the baby bird.

It turns out that Mireille is not a baby bird, and Javelin issues a doorbell. I could not go back to the Islands or get angry with Mireille, and I was staring at the sky like a corpse all day long.

Not all of them are introverted, but I know. I don't know how much this happened to my family.

* * *

North looks at Theodore quietly looking at the paperwork until sunset.

"Well, sir....."

"The state of LeBlaine has changed."

"He said he opened his eyes today."

"Lottery the identity of Taylor as promised. In the future, the residence should be near the castle so that it can be used when the condition of LeBlaine becomes grave."

"Yes."

North answered cautiously.

"Better rest today. Didn't you spend the night last night?"

Theodore had no answer. In the end, North had to take a sigh and leave the office with the documents.

Theodore raises his head only after the door is closed, the foundation of man is completely gone.

The sun was going down.

[I hate being lonely at sunset.]

Theodore moved the pen again in a sober voice. I was immersed in work, but once I squeezed a gap, my memory was pushed in like a windmill.

[Theodore, I guess I should have bought strawberries from the Islands.]

[I'll send someone tomorrow.]

[It takes two days, then. Come with me now. She needs to eat that strawberry right now. My daughter.]

She couldn't beat him.

His daughter was already holding his collar before she was born. I had to get up like dawn and drive a wagon around the country when Lisette's daughter said,

[I just filled my stomach. Touch it!]

[Why don't you move when I touch it?]

Even when I touched my brothers who looked like beans in the drought, I was excited and quiet when I touched them.

The moment I felt the shock only eight months later, a strange emotion overwhelmed me. It feels very strange, even though the throat is ticklish, and the chest seems to have something on it.

[My daughter teaches me feelings that I didn't tell you.]

I felt the power in my hand holding the pen.

The memories of my sleep sway and shake without fail.

The senses became sharp enough. It was when he raised his body that he swept over his head.

I heard a little footsteps outside, and at some point I fell away. There was something fitted in the window gap connected to the corridor.

A little note.

[Apologize.]

/[Apologize to me.]/

I recalled the memory of resetting in a hypnotized writing.

He looked out the window with his eyes wide open. Behind the corner, you can see the possy, light brown hair.

"……."

After touching the note for a while, he picked up the note on his desk.

[Find out what.]

I wrote it down, put it in the window, hid myself behind the wall, and I heard another footsteps.

[You didn't kiss Goodnight yesterday.]

A few more notes came in.

[You said you didn't like it because you were ashamed.]

[I wasn't ashamed yesterday.]

[Sorry.]

[So you're gonna kiss me goodnight today?]

How do I know this guy? I always knew what I was desperate for.

When Theodore opened the door, he saw LeBlaine hiding behind the corner flawed.

As I approach, I raise my head.

"……."

"… why are you crying?"

As soon as I saw him, LeBlaine's eyes were big and bitter.

"Because he has a sad face."

Like a man who crosses the desert without a destination, a thirsty gaze faces the eyes of a child wetted with tears.

Theodore bends his knee and looks at LeBlaine, reaching out cautiously, and LeBlaine hugs his neck.

I hear a small body trembling and a sniffing sound in my ear.

"You're sick and you're a wolf."

"It's not a wolf."

"So?"

"I'm just, I'm just... my dad's daughter."

Theodore, who hugs the child, buries his face on his little shoulder.

The delusions that had plagued him suddenly retreated.

* * *

I looked at my dad after he cried to make his nose red.

I rubbed my father's eyes with my back of my hand. My eyes are a little red, so I don't look like a corpse anymore.

I liked it and laughed, and my belly crept.

"Argh."

It's like an invisible navel watch.

I just loved you!

"I have to eat."

"I love lamb potatoes. I had it last time, and it was really good."

"As soon as you get up from bed?"

"Eating meat makes you healthy!"

He smiled.

"I'll ask you to prepare a meal, so I'm waiting."

"Yes!"

I answered brightly and jumped out of my father's arms. Then he waved his hand and left his father's office.

And my next destination was the basement oxa.

The guard who saw me said in a slightly embarrassed voice, "What's going on?" I asked.

"I want to go in for a while."

"But I told you not to let anyone in....."

"I'm no one."

As usual, the guard seemed a little embarrassed because there was no such thing as writing a pack, but he resigned soon.

As I went down the stairs, I felt a pinch of Phoeberin.

Inside the iron spear, the innkeeper's wife fainted and was bruised, and Mireille was trapped in the right iron spear.

I approached Mireille.

The boy raises his head as he hugs his knee and trembles.

"Hello?"

"What happened to me?"

"Oh, you're wrong. What's going on with Mireille?"

"……."

He stubbornly shut his mouth.

I think it's all my fault that I got caught like this. Above all, he was dying of gold, so he had no fear.

I smiled. And you are.

Bang!!

It triggers the power and blows the iron arrow in half.

Then Mireille's eyes widened and her face fluttered.

"You know, I think you're thinking something wrong, but it's not all over."

"What, what?"

"The point is, how do you die?" "

I strangled Mireille at once.

"Now, think carefully and answer. Who gave you the baby bird information?"

"I don't know, I don't know! Argh!"

When a starter pops into my hand's back, Mireille's neck burns.

"I told you to think carefully and answer."

"Ugh……."

"Who let you in here? Who's the one who ripped my family's boobs off?"

"I really don't know, really! Argh!!"

Sparks worked in my hands. Mireille trembled like an electrocuted man and became a thinker, stretching her legs and breathing heavily.

When I looked into my father's eyes, I never wanted to see him.

"Again, who let you in here?"

"I don't know who I am, but I'm wearing a blue jacket, and... … and, ah, I really don't remember. I was wearing snowflakes... Please...!"

"You shouldn't underestimate a person's memory. If you're desperate, you can think about it somehow. Let's make it more desperate here."

When I smile and bring the starter back to my hand, Mireille screams.

"Well, wait, wait... I mean, I mean... ah! Erythema! I had erythema that looked like I had an X-ray on my back of my hand!"

After that, Mireille somehow tried to recall the culprit, but there was nothing left to think about.

"All right, that's it."

When I spoke, Mireille's face was brightened. Now I know how to let go.

But it is.

"Ahhhhhhh!!"

Mireille, pictured, fell, screaming in horror.

At that time, a familiar footsteps followed behind his back. He was the chairman of the committee, the general head of torture in the underground oxa.

"Isn't your appointment different? Didn't you let the information kill you?"

"It's Dad's specialty to hit the back. I'm the daughter of a father like that."

Chairman Pic laughed.

"Well, now we have to catch the harvest……."

It was then.

The door was opened and Johann, Henri and Ishaq all came in.

Ishaq's collar was a familiar shaman.

"Please, save me. Please save me!!"

When I saw him humbly shouting, Ishaq frowned and John kicked the thorn's abdomen.

Sob!!

I heard a broken bone and an open slate burst, and the shrimp rolled down the stairs.

"LeBlaine?"

Henri found me and said,

"Hi."

"What are you doing here?"

"I am the Chairman for a moment…… What about my brothers?"

"My father asked me to come and get you."

Ishaq then grumbled.

"I'll give you half a day, so come get me."

I looked at the psychic.

Baron Sugaeux. The man who left with Viscount Michener to pick up John.

'You advised me to get along with Mireille.'

You tried to make me squirm so that I could not stand Mireille's advice.

'Anyway, I got him. You don't have to catch Sequin.'

If my brothers complain here, I can only get information.

He smiles deeply, and his brothers down the stairs look at Mireille, whose soul is twitching.

"What, who put it there?"

I was flawed by Ishaq's words.

"Well, I mean, uh..."

I hurriedly pointed to the chairman who was mumbling.

"Chairman! I just banged...!"

Then all three brothers' gazes plunged into the chair.

"You had magic? I know how to handle it pretty well."

"There are no more manas left. It's not fair to say that you handled this with a minimal manatee."

"You were such a good man."

When Ishaque, Henri, and John looked at each other in order, the Chairman frowned. He looked at me, "Why are you turning the arrows so I can't be warned?"

I muttered to the Chairman from behind my brothers.

Chairman, you're dazzling! Awesome! Best! '

In desperate Abu, he looks at his brothers with a trembling face.

"Yes, I do."

I want to.