I called Tanka in a fairly loud voice, making her lose her balance while walking over the closet casually.
Fortunately, the wings can move quickly. So I don't have to watch her fall to the floor.
She folded her hands in front of her chest, her lips pursed slightly because I was upset I had made her surprised.
I saw that the magic plant that was lost in the magic tower just now was on my desk. I patted my forehead while looking at him grimly.
"Tanka, don't steal anymore." My voice was calm, but full of warning in it.
"I didn't steal it," Tanka said.
"Tanka ... It's in someone else's garden. There is no one in the garden, it does not mean that there is no owner."
Tanka tilted her head, trying to digest what I thought was true. Her old age didn't make her understand what I meant.
"But they seem lonely." She made unreasonable excuses.
