By the time Lele realized what she was doing, she was already standing between the other person and her grandfather's coffin.
Lele tried to spread her arms wide.
"You..."
Lele's face was deathly pale.
Her trembling lips couldn't form a complete sentence.
"...Don't..."
"You can't..."
Lele struggled to swallow.
She licked her dry lips.
Then she clenched her fists.
I panicked and lifted my head.
I let out a muffled groan.
The situation was clearly getting worse!
Lele was so anxious she was practically jumping up and down.
Even if Lele meant well, that didn't make her actions any less unreasonable.
Lele looked anxiously at her parents.
"Don't be ridiculous!"
Her father firmly carried her back into the house.
She was so small, yet she tried to spread her wings to protect someone.
The man-eating sheep that had haunted my nightmares...
Her attention was fixed on the other side, where the sheep was lounging around as if it hadn't a care in the world. It'd been so long—
What on earth was she doing?
"No man-eating sheep would eat Grandpa."
Grandpa...
But...
"This isn't a place for you to fool around!"
But...
"Ah!"
"No."
"Look at you..."
The old woman's mouth fell open in surprise.
Lele stared at her parents with wide eyes.
She shouted, "Mom, don't pull me!"
"Mom."
As the whispers of people realizing what had happened gradually rose around them, Lele's mother grew increasingly embarrassed and irritated.
There was no need to wait for the funeral to end.
Even though Grandpa would never wake up again.
"I want to go outside!"
Lele's mother tightened her grip.
This child...
So many people had come today to keep the old man company through the night...
"Thud!"
Lele's body lurched backward and