"Important people..."
Looking at the character profiles of these Flame-Chasers, could such super Fusion Soldiers really exist in this world?
Wasn't this just Griseo's fantasy?
She really was a child, innocently imagining friends who did not exist.
With that thought, Iida Ayano did not continue asking. Instead, she looked around the room and saw no one else.
"Are you the only one home right now?"
"Miko and the others went to school."
Griseo nodded and answered flatly.
"I see. If there's nothing else, let's head to the company first. We shouldn't keep them waiting too long."
She checked the time. Although it was still early... the company had already finished preparing, so it would be better to go over first.
"Okay."
She answered obediently.
"Then why aren't you washing your face and changing clothes?"
Griseo had responded, yet showed no intention of moving. Iida Ayano had a headache. There was quite a bit of paint on Griseo's face and clothes.
Yet she did not seem to notice it at all.
"Wash my face? Change clothes?"
Hearing Iida Ayano's words, Griseo looked confused, not understanding why she needed to change.
"Don't tell me you don't know how? Forget it, with your personality and Mashiro's, I suppose you really wouldn't. I'll help you!"
She thought of when she had taken care of Mashiro Shiina in the past. Even in high school, Mashiro had needed someone else to help her get dressed. Little Griseo was only ten, so she was probably even worse.
It was not as though she had never taken care of Mashiro Shiina before. With no one else at Griseo's home, she could only take care of her herself.
Geniuses truly were not perfect. Griseo and Mashiro Shiina were such geniuses at painting, yet their common sense when it came