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

Me and Angelica were walking a little distance.

Little conversation, no eye contact.

Like others in red, not parents or children or lovers.

"Disillusioned?

Angelica hasn't been well since then.

The image of the father, or the statue of the brave man, which I had idealized in my heart, may have been broken in one of my threats to Kundo.

That's fine.

Because you want me to be missed.

"This is what brave people do. If there's a demon you can talk to, you can't be intimidated once. I'm not a hero, Angel. A righteous enemy would say another righteous one. Just like that, the enemy of evil is another evil. I happen to be nothing but evil on the human side. There's nothing I can do about it."

"What did you do with Mr. Rio?"

"So like another decent guy, not me"

"Did you get your hands on Mr. Rio? That's what you said about that galloping evil guy."

When people are throwing up a little masochistic dressed up.

Don't eat over there.

"Hey. Your father was showing Mr. Gondo earlier, let me see that glowing board. Smartphone, was that okay?"

"Huh."

"'Cause you care. As soon as I saw it, Mr. Gondo was very excited. You showed Mr. Rio something to do with it, didn't you?

I feel my mouth dry.

My tongue twists and my throat starts to twitch.

"Like TV, can you watch someone in the distance or something, a smartphone? I wonder what Mr. Rio looks like."

You're not supposed to know the features of a smartphone yet, but how this looks.

It makes me horrified that if we ever gain more knowledge of modern society in the future, we will eventually discover any hiding.

"Dad, speaking of which, you've suddenly been taking your smartphone to the bathroom since yesterday, making it invisible to me and touching it, haven't you? Interact with Mr. Rio like you don't want to be seen.... I hope it's my fault.... Hey. What's in that phone?

Sharp. Too sharp.

But depending on what you think, it could be a chance for Angelica to hate you in one shot.

Show me Rio's selfie, tell me I already have this woman, and I'll make her give up.

Too terrible a hand, but it would work great.

I don't want to, though, because it's going to hurt my heart exactly.

I don't want to fall in love again, I'm sorry I let you twitch like that.

More importantly, based on the content of the system message I saw last night, isn't that counterproductive? I feel that.

See, even now.

"When you get home, be prepared. I'll let you know whose dad your father is."

Angelica's face, which bites her lower lip, is gently uplifted.

Let them know, what are you going to do?

A system message crosses my vision.

[Party members, Angelica the Holy Witch's exclusive appetite has risen by 900]

[Angelica's sexual excitement has reached 70%]

[This is a number that allows sexual intercourse over consent. Move to Execution?

[If executed, there is a constant chance to have a child]

[The child born will take over some of the parental status trends and skills and will also be able to share gear, items]

[Classes can also be transferred to children]

Unfortunately, Angelica seems to be the type that burns up even more when she's jealous.

Making other women's shadows shine would be counterproductive.

I give Angelica an excuse while I get out of my way.

Actually, there was a brainwashing ray coming out of the phone, so I used it to convince Kundo.

When an intolerant person peeks at his smartphone, his eyeballs explode, so I can't show them.

Don't worry, you're cuter than Rio, you're fine (???) and try the reverse guile.

Angelica chuckled as she couldn't understand what she was saying herself.

"That's enough. I don't know what a passport is, but I guess it's what you need for me, and I've passed it on in a nuance. You really needed to use Mr. Rio to prepare that, didn't you?

A grinning face.

Actually, you weren't that angry from the start? I even think so.

"... you're playing with me"

"What? I was really upset until I was on my way, so I'm not playing."

"You're mocking me."

Angelica, who approached me in a slippery motion with a soot, arms up with me.

"Then why don't you just take revenge on me"

"In what way?"

"If you've been scolded, why don't you just scold me back... tonight"

You take more care of your own body, you poke.

It wouldn't be a good thing for an old man's offering, though.

Because your body is yours.

You're totally inappropriate for a sacred witch, aren't you, this character?

... Angelica's body belongs to Angelica...

A phrase that only blushes your head for a moment turns into a spark in your brain.

Ignited by an invisible ignition line, the explosion of thought begins.

A flurry of heat asking for answers crisscrosses the synapse.

"... oh?

Is that what this is about?

Stop your legs and think.

It grabs the flash of the moment and turns it into a clear thought.

- Dressed in white, a woman's ghost.

Out-of-season suspicions, witnessed around the apartment for a week before Angelica arrived.

Almost at the same time as that, I started walking in and out of Rio's house, and on the second day I was suddenly, but Kundo came off.

An unresponsive neighbor, no matter what the noise. Ayako claims Angelica came to the store before.

Angelica smells good from the start.

Countless threads intertwine in your head and braid one answer.

"Ange, I'm sorry. I'm gonna do terrible things to you now."

"... that's fine"

Angelica takes a hot breath and turns to her anticipating eyes.

I've been mistaken for sure, but now even every minute and second is a waste of time.

When I can hold Angelica, I fly and turn it into a house, good thing I can't see it with cover-up magic.

Step on the roof of the house, jump over the overhead line and fly the shortest distance towards the apartment.

Gradually approaching, the familiar black roof. Coated white walls. The room where me and Angelica live.

That place to go home, it's almost there.

"Bear with me no matter what."

"... I'm ready."

"Don't cry. You break your heart first, you lose."

"Duh, duh, duh!

Gently lower Angelica down to the ground, which is like a boiled octopus.

If we don't even choose the means, we'll be there in no time.

I'm home.

He came back to our apartment.

The day is already starting to tilt.

Two shadows illuminated by the sunset stretched long and against the building.

My shadow is in my room. Angelica's shadow is in the room next to it.

It's like you're metaphorically speaking.

"Come."

When I grabbed Ange's wrist, I started going up the stairs early.

Just like in the morning, I see a door stuck in a ton of newspapers.

Untold neighbor's, mailbox.

Finally. There was an answer so close.

When I stopped, "Father Forced," Ange said, blushing to her ear.

"Well, let's go in"

"Regards......!

And me.

When I entered the room, I headed straight for the veranda.

"Father? Where are you going? What, if I open a window or something, it's not good!? Are you going to show it off!?

As is often the case in small apartments, the veranda in the next room is at the end of your eyes and nose. Easy to fly around.

Angelica hastily chased after him and said, "That's not our room, is it?" and confused.

"No, this way. There's someone I need to see."

Though he would already be dead.

When I put my hand on the window, it opened lightly.

As expected, it's not locked.

When I sneak in gently, I spill a pile of garbage bags and move on.

An apartment is a strange thing.

Even if I live in the exact same interstitial space as myself, my impressions change with the way the inhabitants live.

This is the neighbor's bedroom.

A space with a pungent rotten odor and ominous signs of death.

The futon spread across one side of the floor was covered in yellowish stains and food spills.

It is itself a symbol of poverty and unhygiene.

On the small table was a white plastic bag. The contents are tablets. I guess I had a disease.

Surrounded by those countless sad artifacts, the neighbor was dead.

A skinny, grey-haired man like a dead tree.

I guess this condition of shape and midwinter slowed the corruption.

Still, the unpleasant smell is beginning to smell. The limit should have come sooner or later.

As I approached the wreckage, I let my gaze crawl.

No bleeding, no noticeable trauma.

Sudden death. Or death by sickness. Lonely death.

All the words to talk about this situation are flattering.

"This is the people's room, right? Are you okay with me going in on my own?

Angelica arrives late, in footsteps like a surprise.

From a girl just about her age, I guess this mess is intolerable.

Looking carefully for a place to put your feet, it's time to move on.

"Is this a corpse!? Yep......!?

Angelica stifles her face and stands next to me.

"... Is it normal in this world, like this?"

"It's not normal, but it seems to be increasing these days"

With frightened eyes, Angelica hesitates.

"Are you going to bury me? Or do we call people?

That kind of thing, later.

I wonder if the police will handle it anyway.

I don't know how seriously Kwon Fu's group and the adhesive people work.

When I put my hands together with the deceased, I glance at the corner of the room.

It was piled in front of a television set, which is an unnatural substitute given the age of the inhabitants.

"I knew it."