Kapitel 92: Getting out of Hand

"Are you sure you want to let us live with you?"

"Mom, isn't it your dream to live in luxury? Besides, our house was starting to feel cramped anyway."

"Because you're such a philanthropist."

"Shut up, Carla."

Currently, Mom, Carla, and both of me are inside a mansion with a real-estate agent showing us around. This mansion is the one the girls picked for several reasons. But the most important reasons would be the number of rooms it has.

"M-maybe it's better for me to remain in our home for the time being. Besides, your dad has worked hard for it. It would be a shame to just leave it just like that."

"Oh come on, it's just a house."

"Clothes, Swords, or even our own home. Nothing really has sentimental value to you huh."

Ignoring Carla's accusation, I turn to mom who looks like is being overwhelmed by the mansion's large interior. She's been treading through the place like she was inside a glass house. Scared of breaking anything.