“……!”
“[Ah…… yeah! Hi. I’m from Idaho, haha. Do you live—]”
“[Shut up and hold still.]”
“[Huh? Uh-huh. But your English is really good…….]”
The blond tried to cover his awkwardness and struck up a friendly chat, but Kido had no room to answer.
He stared, stunned, at the unfamiliar window that had flashed vividly before his eyes.
Why is this……?
‘I…….’
I’m not an Awakened.
✧
The blond’s name was Timothy A. Lilywhite.
Asked where he was from, he announced “Idaho” with chest-out confidence—an American frog in a well if there ever was one.
Instead of dumping this handsome golden retriever on the curb, Kido decided to pick him up for now.
“Hi, darling. I’ll be imposing again today.”
“Imposing—my ass—hey, brat! Hey! Where do you think you’re going! You think this is a boarding house?”
“Oh…… Happy New Year!”
“New Year my foot, it’s midsummer—who’s this foreign brat now?!”
Isabella hurled curses from behind, but it didn’t matter. The door shut, and Kido tossed out:
“[You’re a…