As long as you didn't go through the process of legally adopting a child and simply raised one at home, actually, not many people would know.
Of course, without adoption papers, things like the child going to school later on would become a problem.
But while these things were a hassle for ordinary people, they were nothing to players.
Amamiya Natsuki continued:
"We just need to take Little Aoi home, then let Miss Mitsui know."
What was incredibly difficult for ordinary people was, in the eyes of the privileged, something that could be settled with a single word.
Players just happened to be part of the "privileged class."
Not making use of your privileges was foolish.
"That's good." Tsubame-senpai let out a soft breath of relief.
Amamiya Natsuki continued:
"But we're not her biological parents, after all. Once Little Aoi's memories return, she'll probably still want her real mother, so we need to cure Miss Kaho Shibuya during this time."
Tsubame-senpai asked quietly:
"Didn't you just say there was no way to treat her, Natsuki-kun?"
Amamiya Natsuki replied:
"Modern medicine can't treat her, but that doesn't mean the [Game] can't."
"That makes sense." Tsubame-senpai's eyes lit up slightly. She pressed a hand to her chest and said, "As long as there's hope, that's enough... Should we tell Miss Mitsui now?"
Amamiya Natsuki said:
"I already told her. Miss Mitsui said it was fine."
Tsubame-senpai: "..."
The arrangements were settled.
They would take their adopted daughter home first, care for her, and search for a way to treat patients suffering from mental collapse. With supernatural powers in the picture, curing her wasn't some far-fetched idea.
In short, they'd pursue both options at once.
There was no helping it. When it came to her "daughter," Tsubame-senpai was bound to do everything she