"Dad...?"
The black-haired boy looked at the light-blue-haired man in confusion and murmured a question.
"She talks about keeping kids away from life and death battles while she has an aura of someone experienced in the killing. It is concerning that someone like her didn't develop a sense of recognizing people like her yet. She certainly isn't someone we should associate with."
Mizoe shook his head slightly and whispered an answer while glancing back at the blue-haired girl who was still frozen in place from shock.
"She's used to killing...?"
Zoemi raised his brows in shock and looked back forgetting about being stealthy about it and staring right at the girl – right in time to see her lower her haze at Mizoe's back, blush crimson red, and lower her head with eyes teared up from embarrassment.
"I get a feeling that she isn't a bad person though..."
"I didn't say that she was an enemy."
