"Big Brother, this is Umaru's natural disguise!" Umaru Doma said smugly. "Whether it's that Touma the Mistress or Mai-san, in their eyes, Umaru is just a seven- or eight-year-old child now..."
"Wait!" Hearing that, Sogo Doma raised a hand to stop her. "Don't tell me you intend to use your identity as a child to..."
"Ehh~!" Umaru Doma shrugged helplessly. "Umaru couldn't help it. They saw Umaru in this form the moment they arrived..."
"Even so, there was no need for you to cry..."
"Big Brother, it would've been strange if a seven- or eight-year-old girl didn't cry after seeing what happened just now. Besides, it was also Umaru's first time finding out our living room had things like mechanical arms!" Umaru Doma said righteously. "Who told Big Brother not to explain anything to Umaru when he installed all that weird stuff..."
Sogo Doma: #^_^
"My foolish imouto, who was it that got absorbed in gaming when I was about to introduce the house's features, then lazily said, 'Alright, alright, as long as Big Brother likes that stuff, it's fine. Umaru only needs games'..."
Umaru Doma: "..."
Um, who had said that? Who...
It seemed like it had been her?
They had just moved in back then. After Big Brother instructed the movers to get everything arranged, he had first dug out the game consoles and VR equipment. Then he had told her that this mansion was their fortress and wanted to introduce its features to her. But were games no longer fun? Were movies no longer good?
Why would a dumpling whose goal in life was to be a couch potato bother studying the functions of a house? In fact, until just now, Umaru Doma had thought the house's functions were just things like lights and hot water...
If