Outside the mother punk, I and Shura lined up in the field.
Pearl and Akane-san, Dia and Garratt came to see off.
I turned my head and looked for a girl with white hair.
“She…isn’t here?”
There was no figure of Layla.
In the end, did showing her the letter, a good choice?
I don’t know the contents of the letter. It would be nice if she could recover her spirit after seeing the old man’s letter… At this point, I’ve no choice but to believe in the old man.
“Seal-kun, Shura-chan”
Akane-san smiled gently and gently put her hand on my and Shura’s heads.
“If it gets hard, you can always come and visit us.”
Uh… what a lovely mother.
Please stop… You’re making it hard…
“Yes. It was a short time, but I’d been in your care. Thank you.”
“W-well, if I feel like it, I’ll come and visit you!”
It seemed that Shura was shy.
“Fufu, I’m looking forward to it. “
Next to Akane-san, Pearl folded his arms and laughed as usual, “GhaHaHa!”
“I will go to the Imperial City after I get rid of the work that has accumulated in <Mother Punk>!”
“You don’t have to. I mean, Don’t leave Akane-san alone here.”
“Ara ara, Seal-kun will be a good husband! “
Akane-san squinted and looked at Pearl.
Pearl looked apologetically, “Yeah.”
Then, two small shadows appeared in front of me.
Dia and Garratt.
“If there is something wrong with <Engetsu>, bring it here and I’ll fix it.”
“A’ight”
“If you want to pet this I, Garratt, come back anytime!”
When I slid my point of view to the right, Shura was glancing at Garratt and turned her cheeks red.
“If you want to touch, you should touch.”
“Uhh… then, just a little”
Shura attacked Garratt with a big hug. Garratt received it with a scream, “Urgh!?”
After the farewell greetings, we set out on our journey.
“Alright, time to go.”
It was when I was about to turn my back on <Mother Punk>.
“WAIT!!”
A girl’s voice stopped us.
I looked back and looked at the source of the voice. I couldn’t help but make my eyes round.
“You――”
“She is…”
The owner of the voice was a girl with white hair.
She was dressed in pure white clothes. Definitely, she was Layla Frieheit.
However, the hair had been cut to about the shoulders. Her long hair that stretched to her waist wasn’t there.
With a flower-shaped hair ornament on the head,
She also had a bag on her shoulder.
“What happened? Your hair is…”
“Hmm? There’s no deep reason. I just cut it because it was in the way. You think, it doesn’t look good?”
――It’s a foul to ask that while glancing up like that. At least for me.
“No, no… it looks good on you. Rather, it’s my favorite length.”
“Really? Ehehe… thanks.”
Layla looked relieved while playing with her short hair with her index finger as if she got shy.
“Why are you getting embarrassed. Ewww, stop, it makes me feel sick!”