Although Stelle was the one telling the stories, she was scared too.
After all, even if she was flat-chested, she was still a pretty girl!
Walking alone at night was dangerous.
The two could only stick together as they nervously made their way back.
The road to the industrial district was sparsely traveled, and even the streetlights worked only intermittently.
At this hour, there wasn't a single car on the road.
They passed another broken streetlight and continued through the darkness.
Suddenly, a pair of large hands landed on their shoulders from behind.
March 7th's entire body froze.
At that moment, Stelle showed just how loyal she was. Instead of taking the chance to run away immediately, she gave March 7th a shove.
But March 7th was already petrified. With that shove, she lost all coordination and took a nasty fall.
Then a voice rang out behind them:
"It's me, Charles!"
Stelle: "!!!"
March 7th climbed up from the ground, seeing stars.
Only then did she realize that the person who had tapped them from behind was Charles, the old man they had rescued earlier.
"Uncle Charles, why didn't you say anything?" March 7th grumbled.
"I just came out of that door. You looked familiar from behind, so I stopped you." Charles scratched his head, looking rather embarrassed. "Sorry about that. You didn't hurt yourself falling, did you?"
"N-no." March 7th shook her head. "We were just too nervous."
"Good, as long as you're all right." Charles gave them an honest, kindly smile, then asked, "Why are you still walking around this late? The city's been unsettled lately. Be careful at night, especially at your age. It's dangerous out on the streets."
At that, Stelle pulled a miserable face and said:
"We don't have a choice, Uncle Charles. We... don't