Watching the hairdresser's serious expression, Malt Wine pushed up her glasses and revealed a coquettish smile that did not match her intelligent and delicate face.
Leaning forward from the waist up, if it weren't for the godfather shrinking into the armchair, this movement might even allow them to smell each other's breath.
She emitted a sugary voice, "Daddy~"
Although the pronunciation was similar, the hairdresser could clearly tell that what she was calling him was not "godfather."
He calmly gazed into her lake-green pupils.
"So this is why you called Strangulation out alone,"
the godfather slowly said.
Upon hearing his name, Strangulation turned his head around and listened attentively.
