Let's Fire Pottery!

Yerin alternated her gaze between the shard on the floor and the broken bowl, her expression as if the sky had collapsed.

“……”

Something about the atmosphere was ominous.

Bwee-oo, bwee-oo!

The danger-warning sensor was going off like crazy.

I carefully opened my mouth.

“Ms. Yerin…?”

Yerin silently and slowly raised her head.

The corner of her mouth was slightly twisted upward.

It was even scarier because she wasn't angry—instead, she was smiling...