Mm.
It was wet.
The girl with the slanted ponytail was so used to it...
That she had almost forgotten.
But the little girl's reminder...
Brought back the feeling of her wet clothes clinging to her.
The girl with the slanted ponytail furrowed her brows in discomfort.
But soon, her expression relaxed.
"It's fine."
"I'm just a little wet."
"It's hot out. I'll dry off soon."
"Your auntie's in great shape."
"Don't worry."
Compared to her...
The girl with the slanted ponytail looked at the boy.
He was the one who was completely soaked.
She'd only been out in the rain for a little while before he lent her his umbrella.
That would have been more than enough.
He could have simply found somewhere to wait until the rain stopped before coming back out.
That had been his plan at first.
But...
He'd unexpectedly spotted the princess's parasol and gone out of his way to find her and return it.
Then he'd been the one to realize the princess was in this mall.
And in the end, he was the one who found the princess.
Putting it all together...
The girl with the slanted ponytail realized an unmistakable fact.
She'd found the child so quickly...
All thanks to this boy.
She'd been...
That sounded harsh, even to herself.
But she couldn't think of a better way to describe it.
She'd really been like a headless fly, buzzing around aimlessly.
She seemed busy...
But she'd basically been wasting her time.
She'd put in a tremendous effort and come up empty-handed.
And made a mess of herself in the process.
And then she'd snapped at the person who'd saved her...
This boy was the one who'd gotten her out of that situation.
To put it dramatically, she