"Whimper..."
The weather was scorching, and Little Bread seemed to be struggling. Her steps wobbled, her eyes were heavy with fatigue, portraying the image of someone who longed for sleep. More than once, she almost collapsed while walking, but thankfully, Idiot was there to catch her in time, preventing her from sprawling onto the ground to sleep.
This... won't do.
Idiot halted his steps, cradled Bread into the shade of a tree, and gave her some water to drink. Last summer, Idiot had been tasked with filling the swimming pool with water. Although it was time-consuming, he didn't have to look after Bread.
But now, he had to sweep everywhere and couldn't possibly leave Little Bread alone unattended. Leaving her alone at home wasn't reassuring for Idiot either. After all, she had learned to walk. If she wandered off somewhere unbeknownst to him and bumped into something, it would be troublesome.
