The door closed after Arreta, leaving Zoemi alone with his thoughts...
|Little ones – connect me with Surou, please.|
Not really though – the moment that he was sure that the brown-haired woman left, he called out to his sentinels and gave instructions.
"(Okay~!)"
"(Ah! I get it!)"
|...?|
The first sentinel agreed without a moment of hesitation, but unexpectedly, the usually more easygoing second one called out suddenly, making Zoemi raise his brow.
"(What did you get...?)"
The first sentinel was no less taken aback than the black-haired boy and asked for an explanation.
"(We all were surprised when dad told us he thinks about all of us as his children, right? But since the beginning, he called us his little ones!"
"(EH?! I always thought that he meant our size!)"
The second sentinel revealed excitedly, and the first one gasped in disbelief mixed in with realization.
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