An Old Country Bumpkin Worries About a Child

After tying up the pickpockets, we spent some time doing nothing.

We didn't have much to talk about. It's not that I dislike children, and I don't dislike Myui, either. We haven't spent much time together, but when I was teaching swordsmanship at my dojo, I had disciples around her age. I don't particularly have trouble with kids.

Even so, the situation was far too awkward. After barging into a thieves' hideout and capturing everyone, there was just nothing to talk about.

So, with the faint groans of the men we'd taken down echoing around us, we had no choice but to keep silent. Lucy, hurry up and get back.

“...I...”

“Hm?”

Just as I was thinking that, Myui began to speak.

Drawn by her voice, I turned toward her. Myui's expression was stiff and hard to read, and only her lips moved ever so slightly.

“What am I supposed to do from here on...?”

I didn't have a clear answer to her question...