"Alright, smile for me. A smile from a Zashiki-warashi is very healing. Plus, you're a Fukujin, so if you're always downcast, good fortune might just run away," Kamiya said, once again tousling the little head of the Zashiki-warashi.
He had always been gentle with this well-behaved daughter from the Strange Tale World, always speaking to her in a soft and gentle tone, and he consciously refrained from showing a distressed expression in front of Zashiki.
Well-behaved children were always endearing.
Especially compared to the other Strange Tale child in the family who looked about the same age, Satoru—Fukitaku seemed all the more lovable.
Satoru was the embodiment of a mischievous brat, boasting shamelessly upon gaining the slightest advantage, habitually jeering and taunting.
When dealing with that child, it was a pleasure to tease her occasionally and watch her face turn red and deflate in frustration.
