The bandits with stories to tell had no idea what to make of this strange, mysterious little girl. When she suddenly looked up and stared at them with shining eyes, their scalps prickled, and they instinctively began coaxing her.
"Don't get excited, don't get excited!"
One bandit gave the man responsible for writing a heavy slap on the shoulder. "This fellow's always been a little wrong in the head. Please don't take it to heart!"
"Yes, yes, he's stopped being crazy now." Someone picked up the brush and hastily stuffed it into the writer's hand. "What else would you like written? His handwriting may be a little ugly, but he'll do his best!"
The writer glared resentfully at his companions, then looked at the men eyeing him like tigers behind the little girl. Swallowing his humiliation, he lowered his head and threw caution to the wind. "You-" Just hurry up and tell me what else you want written!
The sooner I finish, the sooner we can send this walking calamity away!
Only...
We can't stay on this mountain anymore, either. We'll have to move as soon as possible.
What a waste of the house we spent so long building, and all the fruit we've been growing for so long that isn't even ripe yet...
Before those thoughts had settled, a pair of chubby little hands suddenly appeared in the middle of his vision. They slowly reached forward and finally landed squarely on the back of his hand resting on the desk.
"Uncle," the little devil said in her soft, sweet voice, "don't mind what other people say. You're already doing wonderfully!"
Everyone present: "..."
Everyone present: "???"
Had this little girl lost her mind?!
At those words, everyone's expression grew somewhat peculiar.
The bandit who had coaxed her earlier was