Chapter 567 – Play and Roles

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When Sasha raised her hand and shouted, it was more like a tiny butterfly flapping its wings of her.

Let’s play house There would be no problem with the word itself, but-

There was a problem with Cleon and his comrades he gathered here.

It was because, among the people gathered in this mansion right now, no one had ever experienced playing house.

And—she thought that she didn’t want anyone else to find out.

In the case of Cleon, as he said himself, it was partly because there were few children of the same age in the dragon’s canyon, but the fact that Cleon himself had a quiet personality and had no friends also played a role.

The reason he did n’t mention that fact on purpose was out of pride in his past self.

Then what about other people?

First, the Lyla Flamewatch.

Since her childhood, she has been digging a magic well under her grandfather and has only studied for herself, so it is impossible for her to have friends of her own age, and in addition, she herself is a person who pushes people away.

Besides, because he matured at such a young age, he had no time to pay attention to ‘the same things’ as playing house.

She was a loner who had a hard time being alone.

Sanasia Rufenwolf. Sasha.

Playing house in her village her is different from what ordinary girls enjoy.

Like the content of preparing dinner while slaughtering small animals that the girls caught among themselves.

It is a savage story in which boys compete with each other in fistfights to see who is more suitable for their future husband.

Sasha couldn’t quite fit into that atmosphere, and she always passed her time quietly in a corner sharpening arrows for her next hunt.

Sasha was the type of loner who couldn’t adapt to her surroundings her.

Amelia Chaldearis did not need to speak.

From her birth until now, she has spent most of her time in the Tower of Confinement.

Even before she became Saint Princess, though her hostess of the House of Tromeilla, who visited her in secret, took care of her as if she were her mother’s substitute for her.

That would be the concept of a guardian, not a friend.

In a way, it was natural to have only ‘concept’ and ‘knowledge’ of playing house.

Amelia was a loner created by fate.

Galatea, the demonic sword, and Caliburn, the holy sword.

Also, the homunculus Innis and Schrödinger are out of the question, but they didn’t have that many interactions with people.

He must have never experienced anything like playing house.

All the party members gathered in the house are outsiders!

No matter what anyone around him said, the price he paid for walking his own path was the conclusion of an extremely narrow friendship.

Such people… There is no way they can enjoy luxurious interpersonal exchange games like ‘playing house’!

None of them would have ever regretted that fact in the past.

At the time, I thought it was natural.

But-now. This moment.

Sasha declared that they would play house, and a good reason was prepared.

If you ask who knows the right way to play house, I can confidently say.

That no one knows

“…”

Only silence flows in the living room.

No one, including Sasha, who brought up the story herself, was able to express her opinion of her on ‘playing house’.

In the meantime, Emma wakes up waiting for Quon to return.

As if she couldn’t remember what happened right before she passed out, she smiled as she said that she was looking forward to everyone being together as the reason she would play house with herself.

“Sister Quon, I hope she comes back soon! I’m looking forward to it!”

“Uh, yes… That’s right.”

She averted her gaze, answering her voice as she directed herself with her innocent smile, even stuttering her words.

I’m looking forward to it, what are you looking forward to?

Are you looking forward to playing house? How do you play house?

Quon would know. Because she has more friends than me.

It’s a house play manual, I think Quon should have it-

Including Lila, she is what everyone here is thinking of.

She’s not the only one hoping Quon will return soon.

As the thoughts spinning in her head she danced to the tune of the Roan Dance, she heard a happy voice from the front door saying, ‘Drurluk!’

Then, Sasha jumped up from her seat once more.

“Ku, Mr. Kuon must have come! I’ll be back!”

“Now, wait! No, this time I…”

Lila grabs Sasha’s wrist, and in the meantime, Amelia gets up as if she’s going to leave.

“I’ll be back…!”

“Hold Amelia, Innis!”

“Huh? Yes!”

Then, at the sound of Lila’s voice her, Innis involuntarily moved her arm her and grabbed Amelia, and in the meantime, Emma got down from her chair and with her light steps headed toward the entrance of her living room.

“You…”

Cleon seemed tired of the three of them, who somehow went to Quon first and told her about her circumstances about her, and tried to hear from her about what house play was and how to play it, but-

The next moment, the door to the living room opened lightly, revealing Quon.

“Have you been…?”

And, Amelia is captured by Innis, and Lila is captured by Sasha. Looking at Galatea lying on the sofa, it becomes a subtle expression, as if asking what she is doing.

“Quon sister! I’ve been waiting for you!”

Even then, at the sound of Emma’s voice coming from directly below, Quon lightly bowed her back and bent her knees, stroking Emma’s hair her and smiling brightly.

“Yeah! Emma, ​​how are you today?”

“Yeah! Hey, we’re all going to play house together from now on. Let’s do Quon-nee too!”

“…Playing house?”

Quon’s voice trembled slightly as she watched Emma’s smile her turn toward her own.

For some reason, her party looks at Quon with her breath held.

And the only one who knows why would be Kuon.

Quon had few friends to play house with.

Her village her is also aging, and she has few friends of the same age, but-

She had a relative brother, Alban, who was one year younger than her.

The reckless, cheeky little Alban who ran amok to the point of not knowing when he would explode.

Naturally, it was her job her to follow Alvein and make sure he did n’t get hurt, rather than playing with girls her own age.

She needed to become precocious in a different sense from Lila, but she had a history of being estranged from her other friends because she had to take care of him at her mother’s request her.

Unknowingly, Quon was an isolated loner.

As Quon’s rigid face her twitched, she had the illusion that the wide smile on her face her was growing darker.

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In the end, without anyone having a proper knowledge of house play, the play began with Emma sitting around the living room.

Of course, her purpose is to investigate the magic tool she has, so when she tells her Emma that magic tool, Emma talks with her eyes sparkling.

“Jamie wants to play with everyone too!”

“Zami? Is that the name of that magic tool?”

“Yes!”

To be precise, there was an official name for the magic bullet launcher, Jamiel, but Emma shortened the name of the magic tool to express her affection for her.

And, Jamiel himself… No, the head gun? Also, I liked the name.

Unlike before, Jamiel didn’t show any movement on his own.

However, the manifestation of her magical power that she felt was definitely directed towards her Emma her, and there was no doubt that there was an exchange of magical power between her and her Emma her that others could not interfere or interfere.

If you try to jack it or sabotage it- the same thing as before will happen.

Being careful not to do that, the party exchanged glances and nodded.

Unaware of the party’s intentions, Emma, ​​who was innocently enjoying playing house, raised her hand and spoke.

“Then let’s decide who is who!”

“Who is who…?”

When Sasha asks, tilting her head, Emma nods her head.

“Yes! Cleon oppa is my dad!”

Having said that, Emma moved closer to Cleon, and she sat on his lap her.

“Ah. You’re deciding on a role.”

When Cleon nodded her head as if he understood her words her, everyone else nodded as well.

Come to think of it, the house play that I had seen from afar was like a girl playing a newlywed couple with a boy with a heart, Quon recalled her memories of her childhood.

“Well, if dad is decided, then mom will be needed next time… ?”

When Layla, whose voice crackled for some reason at the end, said that, Emma nodded her meat in agreement.

There will be no character who doesn’t know what Lila, who seems nervous, wants.

“Uh, I can’t help it~ Then I’ll act as a mother.”

Then, as Layla places her hand on her chest her, she announces that she will take on the role of mother herself.

Her face was redder than her red hair.

“Uh, yes… But, if I were to ask Laila which way she is, wouldn’t she feel like an older sister… Or an aunt? After all, I think it would be better for me to be a mother…”

And even though Quon is a voice without confidence, he says everything he has to say.

She, too, raises her hand on one side of her and talks, flapping her clothes around her chest her for something hot.

“Quon!?”

“M-I’m sorry Laila. But you promised, right? Let’s do ‘competition’ freely!”

When Lyla raised her voice to Quon, who held out her dagger to stab herself, she spoke to Quon as if she was sorry but she couldn’t back down.

Emma looks at the two of them alternately.

“Do Layla and Quon both want to play the role of her mother?”

“That’s it…”

“Well, should I say it’s better than other roles…”

The two didn’t answer for sure, either, but it was clear that anyone looking would want the role.

“I-over there…”

And then, it was Sasha who raised her hand as if she would rejoin the war.

“Sasha!? Are you aiming for a mother role too?”

“Sah, isn’t Sasha too young?”

Hearing the voices of the two, Sasha shook her head, then spoke with her face blushing.

“…I-I think Mr. Cleon’s ‘little sister’ would be good.”

“Young-!”

“Ugh…!”

Did you have that position?

Lyla and Quon have the same expression.

First of all, both of them were younger than Cleon, and if they were younger sisters and older brothers, they were in the appropriate distance.

Besides, isn’t it the best position to feel the inexpressible, forbidden feeling that comes from the fact that they are not siblings?

“Sasha…”

“Clever kid…”

When Quon and Layla raise her voice, unable to tell if they are complimenting her or envying her, Sasha lowers her head as she blushes.

“Then Sasha is your aunt!”

When Emma shouts and claps for her, Sasha claps quietly too.

Just looking at that figure, Cleon muttered quietly.

“…Does ‘Aunt’ appear in normal house games…?”

Anyway, with Sasha’s position as her as Cleon’s younger sister, it was Amelia who became impatient.

‘Ugh… I was going to enter the ‘younger sister’ position, a gaping position that would remain after being quiet, but Sasha… If this happens, she’ll end up in a position like her next door neighbor’s. ..!’

Amelia, who does not show her expression her, but is nervous while breaking out in a cold sweat.

Couldn’t everyone have already forgotten that the original purpose was to investigate the magic tool Jamiel?

Galatea, who was watching the scene, thinks so, but it’s fun. As you can see, she doesn’t speak on purpose.

By the way, the position she took herself was Cleon’s former lover who faced a tragic end, but now she is an unlucky heroine who is watching and hoping for his happiness her from afar.

“In other words, it’s someone else.”

At Caliburn’s words, Galatea said briefly, ‘Noisy’.

“Emma, ​​what kind of family would you like to have?”

“Eh… Then I’m your sister too!”

“Younger sister!?”

Amelia raises her voice as if surprised by Emma’s words her.

It was a surprising story that she became the younger sister of five-year-old Emma, ​​but if she went on like this, she herself had the highest probability of going to that position.

Amelia is the youngest after Emma… Sasha already knows that she is ‘Cleon’s sister’ and that she has no intention of giving up the position of ‘Emma’s aunt’.

And, Layla and Quon become more and more nervous.

If she loses in the ‘mom’ competition, she may fall from there in one fell swoop and go to the position of Emma’s sister.

That means that she will be Cleon’s daughter.

No matter what, the love of a father-daughter relationship is-

“…”

“…”

When the thought reached that point, Lailado Quondo also shut her mouth.

Inside of them, ‘Huh? Maybe that’s okay too?’ The same idea was starting to sprout.

“Master… If you go there…”

“Joe, be quiet! It’s not like we’ve decided to do that!”

When Innis, who had read Laila’s thoughts of her, spoke as if to calmly admonish her, Laila blushed and denied her words.

“You can just do polygamy.”

When Galatea opened her mouth and helped her, the two people in her party looked at each other and nodded her head in amazement.

“…Me, not a bad suggestion.”

“You don’t even have to have one wife.”

“Wow… How desperate you are.”

Even after she said it, Galatea shook her head while looking at the two people who really rushed into it.

“I hate having two mothers!”

However, when Emma blushed and puffed out her cheeks and crossed her arms, the two lowered their heads in agreement.

It is Emma’s will that is justice in this play.

If she didn’t like a member of her family, her place her would disappear.

“Then Emma decides which one would you rather be a mother, Quon or Lila.”

Then, Cleon put such a taboo word in her mouth her.

“Yeah-then-“

As Emma ponders, as she looks back and forth between the two, Layla opens her mouth in bewilderment and appeals to Cleon.

“Now, now, now, wait! Of course, I am a mother to Emma, ​​but I am a wife to Cleon, right? I think Cleon’s opinion is also important!”

“Ra, Lila is right! She wants Cleon to decide who she wants to marry!”

The two of them kicked off their chairs to the point where they could hear a rattling sound, and pushed their faces toward Cleon.

As if surprised by the momentum of the two, Cleon stepped back a little, but soon sighed and talked.

“I’m both-“

“I wish that Quon-sister was my mother!”

“Gaaaaang!”

Cleon tries to calm the two of them down with her kind words, but Emma storms in and puts her cuon in the position of her own mother.

At the same time, a scream close to a roar escaped from Lila’s mouth her.

Quon, on the contrary, was to offer her thanks to Emma, ​​her face brightening.

And one after another, a voice that seems to be trying to harass Layla comes out.

“Then Lila is Emma’s sister!”

“Uh, why!? I’m a genius wizard!?”

“No, genius wizards have nothing to do with it, Master.”

To Layla, who speaks as if she doesn’t know why, Emma talks.

“Yeah, Lila’s room is so messy, she’s like a baby she can’t organize!”

“Vaaahhhhh!”

Lila collapses on the spot while screaming enough to make her think that this time she died of words…

“Ah… Lila.”

And while looking at Layla like that, I feel sorry for her, but Cleon thinks that half of her is self-employed.

After hearing the story of the party, Amelia blinked her eyes and said, ‘What?’

Her own place her has not been set.

However, her daughter, sister, and wife… All plausible positions were dumped.

So, what role can she play?

What is lacking in the family members of this playing house?

Amelia couldn’t hide her embarrassment while thinking about it.

And, Cleon, who has been watching Amelia carefully, opens her mouth to talk to Emma.

“Emma. Can you tell me what kind of family you would like to have?”

“Huh? Ehh… I have a younger sister… And an aunt… And a mother…”

As she talked while folding her fingers, she tilted her head.

“…Ha… Grandma?”

“Grandmother!?”

Everyone else is taken aback by Emma’s bombshell remarks.

Of course, Amelia would be most embarrassed.

She knew best why Cleon had asked her that question, to make room for herself.

“Yeah! I thought it would be nice to have a grandmother!”

“…”

Cleon shut her mouth as if she was speechless at Emma’s words in her.

In this house play, the most important thing is to make her happy.

So, she should give Emma’s request a top priority, of course.

Amelia- It was a bit pitiful to have a 10-year-old play the role of ‘grandmother’.

It’s not just Cleon who thought so.

“Yeah… Then, I’ll play the grandmother. Will Amelia play the mother?”

“I’m sorry…”

Quon talks to her, yielding her her role to her Amelia as if for granted.

When Amelia hears Quon’s words, she hesitates to answer, even though she momentarily feels quite a sense of shame at herself for thinking that she is “Lucky.”

But then, in Amelia’s head-

[Can you hear me… Another me… Accepting the role of grandmother…]

[I, a self-proclaimed love genius…! Why?]

Obviously, if she was tight with her love brain in her, it would be natural for her to aim for the position of her mother rather than the position of her grandmother her.

Although it’s part of the play, it’s also an opportunity for her to be called Cleon’s wife.

However, when she was told to accept the role of her grandmother, she could n’t help but feel uncomfortable.

Then, after receiving Amelia’s question, the other woman answers.

[Because I can call Cleon my son…]

“I’ll be your grandmother!”

There was no room for worry.