While other saints were in a critical situation, I, who was completely unaware of such a situation, was also in an ongoing crisis.
Because, as I said, I was in the middle of a crisis.
"...... Mom?"
...... what?"
No, I'm not your mom!
I was shocked to see her.
Yes, a strange girl suddenly appeared and called me mom.
She must have been around six years old.
She was a cute little girl dressed in black and carrying a stuffed animal that looked like a rabbit.
The question is why such a little girl called me "mom," but I don't remember that at all.
If Iguza or the pigs had attacked me in my sleep, there might have been a possibility, but they would have found out on the way and I would not have been able to match their age.
Then whose child is this?
Well, since she's in a place like this, she's probably the child of a minotaur, but even so, how could she have mistaken me for her mom?
The most important thing to remember is that the best way to get the most out of your home is to be a good friend.
......"
This girl is not a minotaur!
Intruder, intruder! As I was getting despondent, a pig appeared with a swollen face and unsteady steps, saying "Se, saintly ......!
Apparently, the madam's husband had beaten him to a pulp.
I was glad she didn't get minced, right?
I guess I was lucky he didn't mince me," she said.
I mean, here we are at the right place, pig! Look at her!
"...... Yes?"
I looked down at the girl and saw that she was hiding "mama ......" while squeezing the hem of my dress.
And.
The swelling on the pig's face went down and returned to normal.
As I was wondering what was going on, the pig knelt down on the ground, smiled, and said, "It's me, Daddy.