"Hi, other Mom..."
On the rooftop, a little girl with long silver-white hair and chocolate-colored skin, dressed in a black cropped tank top, thigh-high boots, and a flowing red cape, smiled and waved at the man and woman meeting in the alley.
Just like the rumors said—beautiful and exquisite, pure and spotless.
It really made one want to... give her a good tormenting.
"Other Mom? Then where is your real mother?"
Samael pulled the Holy Lance from the ground, shielded Alicephil behind him, and looked up at the chocolate-skinned little girl on the rooftop with a narrowed-eyed smile.
"That's a secret I can't tell you, Father."
Yet faced with that tone used to coax children, the little girl raised a finger before her lips and blinked her golden eyes playfully, a little devil's cunning gleaming within them.
At the same time, Alicephil looked down at herself.
Mom?
Then the silver-haired beauty turned her stunned gaze toward the faceless man in front of her, utterly bewildered.
Father?
A flood of tangled thoughts rushed in, and Alicephil, standing behind Samael, instinctively examined the little girl on the rooftop more closely.
Did that mean...
"Could you be our little baby?!"
A strange thought suddenly arose in the silver-haired beauty's mind, and the answer forming in her heart slipped from her lips. Her gorgeous face was filled with shock.
Samael, standing in front, stumbled and nearly fell over, frantically complaining inwardly.
Alice, you can't just claim people like that. Even if she might nominally be your daughter, I really didn't do it!
Right, Chloe?
Samael braced himself against the wall and looked up at the unusual being on the rooftop.
However, the chocolate-skinned little girl on the rooftop froze for a moment before solemnly nodding. With her hands behind her back, she swayed lightly,