"Olga!!"
A middle-aged man dressed in a ridiculous dinosaur mascot costume, filthy all over as though he had not bathed in years, burst into tearful sobs and stumbled toward the little girl beside Bright like a child.
If ordinary people had seen such a scene anywhere else, their first reaction would probably have been to restrain the man and notify the Marines.
No matter how one looked at him, he seemed like a sleazy kidnapper.
However, the other two adults present showed no great reaction.
Bright already knew, while Tesoro watched with great interest.
Father and daughter? What a coincidence.
"Don't come near me, you bastard dad!"
The little girl reacted fiercely. She nearly screamed as she leaped up, then planted a foot on the middle-aged man's face as he lunged toward her, kicking him onto his backside.
"Oh, what an agile child."
Tesoro clapped lightly. "So, Olga, what is going on with this guy? Is he really your father?"
"Of course not!"
Olga crossed her arms, turned her face aside, spat viciously onto the ground, and snarled, "He's just a bastard dad, that's all!"
"Isn't that exactly what he is, though?"
Tesoro's mouth twitched. Bastard dad or not, he was still her dad, wasn't he?
Was it a relationship like Kaido and Yamato's?
"Wah—"
The man sitting on the ground was sobbing.
His shoulders shook continuously, tears streaming from his eyes. "Olga, it's wonderful that you're still alive..."
"Your dad is really happy."
"Shut up!!"
The little girl shouted, "Bastard dad! I don't want you meddling in my business!"
"Oh?"
Tesoro raised an eyebrow.
This did not look like the loving father-and-daughter relationship between Kaido and Yamato.
Bright smiled and spoke at the right moment. "Then why exactly do you hate this gentleman?"
He asked Olga.
"It's all because