But this was too...
The uncle shook his head.
This was far too cunning.
In everyone's hearts, fairy tales were clearly the embodiment of all things beautiful.
He wanted a beautiful fairy tale, too.
For example, an old grandfather with a white beard who brought him good luck...
The uncle almost laughed.
There were no beautiful fairy tales, and now they were trying to fool him with dark fairy tales...
What kind of psychological shadow would this leave on a child?
And...
The uncle lifted the edge of his umbrella and looked up at the sky.
This rain had been falling for quite a while.
It still had not stopped.
The rain showed no sign of letting up.
The sun was nowhere to be seen.
As a result, not a single part of his body had dried.
The uncle casually spun the umbrella in his hand.
The raindrops on its surface spun and splashed outward.
"Ow~"
Someone cried out in surprise.
The uncle looked in the direction of the sound.
A girl touched her face.
When her friend asked what was wrong, the girl touched her face again in confusion. "Some rain hit my face."
The uncle guiltily looked away.
He had not expected things to work out so perfectly...
The uncle moved to the side.
His footsteps quickened.
"Ow~"
The uncle's heart leaped.
He raised his head and looked at his umbrella.
He had not spun it.
So how had he heard that again...?
The uncle turned around.
He looked toward the sound.
An auntie angrily touched her face.
At the same time, she looked up at her umbrella.
She seemed to suspect that her umbrella had tilted, allowing rainwater to get in.
But the auntie's umbrella was perfectly