An uncle slowly came riding a bicycle.
It was peaceful. Elementary school children were waving their umbrellas about.
I’m envious of their happiness. About that time I….
I felt like I returned to the old days. Those nostalgic days…
Without knowing anything, I indulged in reading, studying geography, and thinking about Calcilast-sama…
It felt like the sepia-colored past was gradually fading from the magic of present. How deplorable…
I need to live in the present to make up for it!
I tried to swing Calcilast-sama’s hand as if we were children.
He looked at me with round eyes and suddenly laughed.
I wonder if it was childish. Oops, a bicycle. I sidestepped the mountain bike.