A week passed.
I was playing with my two daughters at the manor of the Weaverpool territory.
"Eobubububu!?"
"Goo Gaga ebobu!"
"Huwooong, airplaneee!"
"Ungkehehehehehe!"
Playing with my daughters was more fun than I expected? It even felt like I was enjoying it more than them.
Every time I saw my daughters' clear eyes, I felt more energized. What's more, their hair was already growing rapidly for some reason.
"So incredibly cute!"
Holding Levi and Wish in each hand, I swung them up and down.
"Double Elevator!"
"Kkyahauueeut!"
"Heubehehe, Heehehe!"
The kids simply loved it purely. As a father, it felt rewarding.
To think they liked it so much. I hope they don't cause me trouble, always listen well, and grow up freely.
Because if they ever said something like, "I hate Daddy," I feel like my heart would be wounded.
Surely, that day won't come, right?
I saw a Weaverpool Ranger urgently entering the manor. Wondering what was going on, I faced them.
