"I'm home."
At last, Mrs. Yotsuya led little Griseo back to her own doorstep.
Along the way, Mrs. Yotsuya saw Griseo walking barefoot and worried that the soles of her feet would hurt after walking for so long, so she offered to carry her home.
Come to think of it, it had been a long time since Mrs. Yotsuya had carried a child on her back. The last time had been when Kyosuke was little...
But Griseo refused. As a Fusion Soldier, although Griseo had rarely fought, she was not so weak that she could not handle walking a few steps. Besides, she had already walked a long way before today.
Griseo stood beside Mrs. Yotsuya and watched her take off her shoes, preparing to enter the house.
This was the custom in Japan. When people returned home, they habitually called out that they were home before taking off their shoes and going inside.
Yet, looking at the bent-over Mrs. Yotsuya, Griseo suddenly felt that there was a reason so many people liked the "Cao thief" archetype. No wonder so many people liked the "married woman" trait.
Mrs. Yotsuya before her perfectly embodied it. It truly was a beauty entirely different from that of young girls or little children like Griseo. For many people with that preference, this was even more appealing.
Mrs. Yotsuya took off her shoes, then turned to look at little Griseo beside her. She glanced at her tiny feet and said with a smile, "Little Griseo, you don't need to take off your shoes. Come on in!"
With that, she led Griseo into the house.
Like the other residences, it was a two-story home. The decor was fairly decent—not luxurious, but not shabby either. Before Mr. Yotsuya passed away, the family must have had a good