I, Little Griseo, Roam the Infinite Realms

Sometimes, unexpectedly sentimental.

This was precisely what Bianca liked about him.

PS1: The fifth update is here. We'll continue tomorrow, keep up the good work~~

Main Story: 011. So Cheesy, My Parents Are OAO

At this moment.

Hen, with Little Griseo, was searching high and low in the city.

They finally found a usable mobile phone.

Figuring out how to hack into it.

Bypassing the password.

Then, they dialed Bianca's private number.

And then... came the slightly anxious wait.

"Hello..."

The call was answered.

It was a very gentle voice.

But no matter how good the base tone was, it still seemed unable to hide the weakness and exhaustion within, as if from excessive grief, giving off a fragile feeling.

It made one's heart ache a little.

"Bianca, it's me..."

Hen gathered his thoughts, feigning a relaxed tone, and had just begun to speak.

Immediately, right away! On the other end of the phone!

Bianca became agitated.

"Hen? Is that you, Hen? You... you're still alive?"

Her voice, overly excited, carried an uncontrollable sob.

The pent-up grievances seemed to erupt.

Even through the phone, it could be clearly felt.

Little Griseo quietly watched her father and mother communicating on the phone.

Standing beside them, she was very well-behaved, not making a sound.

Originally, she had wanted to say that she could draw anything she wanted.

Even if she needed to collect her own paints.

As long as they weren't special paints corresponding to hero characters.

In daily life, she rarely lacked them.

For example, drawing a usable phone, or other communication devices, or even drawing a plane or a cruise ship was completely fine.

If you tell me...

I can draw it.

In reality, there was no need for such trouble. It was like picking up trash.

However!

Seeing that Hen seemed to stubbornly cling to his pride as a father, wanting to appear more reliable by Little Griseo's side.

So enthusiastic!

Active, proactive.

Saying everything would be taken care of by him...

Look.

Little Griseo probably just didn't want to hurt his self-esteem.

So, she simply didn't say anything.

She decided to just let him be.

This was also a small act of tenderness from Little Griseo.

To be able to see her father again.

For her, it was also wonderful.

She felt very happy...

Even if it wasn't very obvious. At least a pixel or two at the corner of her mouth? It was definitely there.

Is Dad spoiling his daughter?

No... it's the daughter spoiling her dad.

"As long as he's happy!"

"Yes, yes... Right! That's correct..."

"I'm really fine!"

"..."

"I'll send you my coordinates right away."

"Contact someone immediately and have them bring me back to base."

"..."

Hen probably didn't have much standing in front of Bianca.

The way he was bowing and scraping was just too damn practiced.

Little Griseo watched silently, unable to help but feel a touch of French disdain.