Chapter 43

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Hickson screamed.

"Hey!"

"Uncle, it's okay. Sister won't hurt me."

"No, that's not it."

Hickson's eyes trembled blue as he continued his words. "I'm upset, Viola."

"...."

Viola didn't understand his words for a moment.

'He is upset...?'

What?

Still confused, she stared at Hickson's face and asked back.

"Are you really upset?"

She seemed to know why.

"No. I trust you. I think you're a good adult."

"But, why do you want me to go, too?"

"Because I want to talk."

"So, why do you exclude me? I'm upset."

Hickson felt like seeing a little daughter saying, 'Dad, I have a boyfriend!'

"Even if it's upsetting, I can't help it."

"Why are you adamant?"

"Can't I be adamant?"

"Well, I wish you didn't." He said, finally letting out a deep sigh, and then glanced towards Tundra.

As expected, Tundra was easy.

"I can't do this. We should have a hot-bod conversation."

"Uncle. Don't vent it on my dog."

"It's not venting, it's training."

"Then, why are your eyes so bright?"

"...Was it noticeable? Hahaha!"

However, Tundra's answer was more speculative.

"Please take care of me, Master."

Hickson was upset for Viola, and for Tundra it was a powerful shock therapy. He was constantly being stimulated.

It was like that when he met Lord Kundo.

It was still the same today.

'If I had been a really reliable dog, I would have been here, too...'

He was thinking to himself.

In other words, she doesn't want to tell anyone else. He, too, falls into that 'anyone else' category.

'It's probably because I didn't give enough trust.'

Viola said she would stay by his side. She reached out to him when he lost his father and sister...

'One day, I will reach out to you. Becoming a reliable companion dog.'

...So, he had to be strong.

Deciding that, he spoke to the teacher with serious eyes.

"Please be rough with me."

Viola was left alone with Medea.

Meanwhile, Medea gazed at her. The pale purple hair and eyes. She was still small compared to her age.

The girl in front of her looked slender and delicate.

'She probably didn't eat too much when she was young?'

She has been told that the aftermath still seems to be lingering.

"Sister. Sister said I would have died if you had been my enemy."

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