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

Kids.

Elsa said it was important.

He moisturizes both eyes and still looks like he's going to cry.

Somehow, that made me understand.

"Wasn't it good?"

"... yeah. This month's came normal too."

Sorry, Elsa lowered her gaze.

How can you blame yourself?

Even though I might have a cause.

"Never mind, this kind of thing is a gift"

I'm a brave man, Elsa is a slave. There was too much difference in identity for an official marriage to be allowed.

That's why I settled into the form of an inner edge couple, but what I do is nothing different from a typical couple.

We wanted children, crystals of mutual love.

The business of men and women was very normal.

But we weren't blessed with the baby inside.

"That's okay, I'd be happy enough with Elsa. And..."

"And?"

I think.

Maybe Earthlings and otherworlds are biologically completely different just because they look alike.

If so, it would mean that it was never possible to have a child between them.

In fact, I was beginning to think that the line might be thick.

According to the Chief Cleric, the Earthlings are people without souls.

No magic, no afterlife, ruled only by the laws of physics, a world of ruthless reason.

That's the Earth.

There shall not dwell a soul in a creature born there.

I'm sure we Earthlings just assume a pattern of electrical signals running through nerve cells as souls.

But the other worlds exist in the afterlife and magic, and at night it is a place where people's souls can fly around vibrantly.

You can call it a daily tea meal, such as when a dead human becomes a spirit and flutters.

The creatures born here are properly housed in their souls.

I have no soul, Elsa has a soul.

Isn't this harder to think of as the same creature?

"It's not either bad or anything."

If I dare say so, the fact that the two people we weren't supposed to meet were tied.

Maybe that's not what I should do.

That's what I told him, and I gave up halfway to having a baby with Elsa.

But later I found out that was a mistake.

Because Elsa will be hosting my child in a few years and losing her life in the worst possible way.

I slept in a hotel bed with Philia.

Even so, I didn't do anything sad.

I only treat him as a parent and child and spend time watching TV in a vague way.

Philia's contents are equivalent to six years old, so she doesn't have eyes for animated shows for children.

Especially when it's a piece where talking animals come out, they gleam and eat.

"Pi, picker. Pickappy."

Even now. I'm obsessed and I'm hitting the screen.

It's just even sad for an adult woman to imitate the sound of an animated character.

Funny or weird, I don't get that kind of emotion.

The anomaly at a glance reminds me that there are no more filias I know.

Fragments of shattered spirits associate images piercing the chest.

Maybe that's why it's so painful.

I gently hugged Philia from behind and stroked her head.

"Mmm!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

A life like this can't last long.

The financial burden is enormous, and it will be harder to show your face here when work begins.

I don't even think I can take you home and do well with Angelica or Ayako.

My heart is a child girl, yet my body is an adult woman, my history is with the bad guys themselves, and my main victim is in Angelica.

How the hell am I supposed to keep taking care of a woman who can't make it this far?

"Yah! Philia, I'm gonna paint you!

"... oh, bad"

I'll get my hands off the swooping philia, and I'll set you free.

Now this guy is a big favorite to model his favorite character while watching cartoons.

He moves around the colored pencil he bought him and writes and beats him with an awkward picture with a touch that can only be described as a toddler.

That's Filia now.

Yesterday, he also drew a sketch of me.

Next to his face, which is uncertain with his eyes and which is his nose, a message was written in shitty letters: 'Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo'.

Should I be happy or sad?

I didn't even know that.

I covered my face with both hands and gave thought to what I had lost.

I'll never see Philia's masterful letters again. But that means you've lost even the wisdom to work evil.

... Now you're right.

I don't care what kind of person you are, I'd rather keep you alive than kill you.

There may be some use for it, and neither Elsa nor Angelica should have thought well of me killing humans.

Yes, it is.

I'm not wrong.

It's okay.

As I was telling myself in my head, I had the feeling of being pulled off my sleeve when it was creepy.

It's Filia.