I told Elysia that I would come to pick her up at noon tomorrow, gave one kiss, and left the room.
Closing the door and looking to the side, Erika was walking this way.
The figure elegantly walking while swaying the blond vertical rolls makes me re-recognize that she is Elysia's daughter.
When Erika saw my figure she smiled with an alluring yet somewhere maternal smile and spoke.
"Has the talk with Mother finished?"
"Ah, it finished. …Erika, do you have time from now? There is something I want to give."
"It is fine. Please come to my room."
Saying that Erika smiled happily, took one of my hands, and pulled me along.
Putting out an alluring atmosphere and doing cute things is foul play.
How many times must I say foul play in my heart toward Erika.
The innocent smile she occasionally shows is unbearably precious.
When Erika opened the door of the room at the dead end she released the hand, turned her face to me, and said "Please."
