I had thought it was early morning, but the time was past 8 o'clock.
I washed my face and had a later-than-usual breakfast with Erika.
Because Nimi was cleaning the inn, Erika was doing the dishes for me.
Perhaps because the academy was also closed, Erika was not wearing her academy uniform but a light-pink one-piece dress.
A one-piece made as if leaning toward a dress, with a peach-colored cardigan draped over it — cute.
There, melons that seemed emphasized were swaying with a purun.
An adult-like quality that does not seem 16, and the maternal instincts she occasionally shows, are dangerous.
Looking at her profile a faint smile floated, and it got me a little.
With sleeves rolled up, wearing Nimi's apron and washing the dishes, the figure made me want to hug her.
Certainly the children of this world become independent early, but as an instructor looking at various students I end up being surprised.
