"Onii-chan, idiot, moron, airhead!" A triple combo of verbal abuse.
Sogo Doma: "..."
After all these years, his useless imouto still described him exactly as she always had. This country's vocabulary really was lacking.
"Fine then, my foolish imouto. What was the clever you planning to do now?"
"Don't put foolish and clever together..." Hamster Umaru had originally wanted to say more, but after thinking about how pointless it would be, she decisively picked up another thread. "Actually, Umaru had already thought about it. Always hiding another side of myself while interacting with people is disrespectful to them...
"If Mashiro can keep Umaru's secret, then even with Mashiro at home, Umaru can do whatever she wants..."
"You're counting on Mashiro to keep a secret?" Sogo Doma did not feel particularly confident, especially considering all the troublesome things that had happened to him after taking care of Mashiro...
Still, aside from those ambiguous, misleading remarks, Mashiro had never said anything else. Even the fact that she herself was a world-class artist—if he had not explained it at her side, no one would probably have known Mashiro's identity even now...
That was not surprising. Mashiro had probably locked herself away in the world of painting. Aside from painting, she basically cared about noth—cough, cough, no, there was one more thing. Aside from manga and food, she cared about nothing else. As for things like identity, she cared even less—
No wonder he had not felt much worry when Mashiro discovered Umaru in her transformed state. Sogo Doma suddenly understood. Perhaps, deep down, he had already believed that Mashiro would not tell anyone about it.
While Sogo Doma's thoughts wandered, Hamster Umaru clenched her tiny fists. "Onii-chan, they say there's no time like the present. Mashiro happened to discover Umaru's other side today,