Sirin was the daughter her "future self" had taken in from Siberia. In other words... Sirin was also her "daughter," since she was Himeko too!
But this daughter was far too grown up. She was still a child herself... yet her daughter was about the same age as her. How was she supposed to get along with Sirin?
And for some reason, whenever she faced Sirin, she always felt as though she were facing some terrifying Demon King. It felt like Sirin might eat her if she was not careful. It was fine when the older Himeko was around, but if she were alone with Sirin... she would probably turn around and run!
Avrora and Sirin's other friends were a little easier to deal with, but... Little Himeko still did not dare take the initiative to talk to them.
Therefore, Little Himeko did not say a word to Sirin and the others along the way. She deliberately only spoke with Himeko, at most giving them a polite smile whenever their eyes met. Though she felt this was rather rude, Little Himeko had no other choice.
Little Himeko did not take the initiative to speak with Sirin, and Sirin likewise had no idea how to approach this "little mom."
Thus, the group made their way to the outskirts of the most popular park in the area.
In this season of blooming cherry blossoms, the Far Eastern Land was covered in flowers. As the streets and alleys gradually filled with seas of pink blossoms, this place... had beautiful cherry trees planted all along a three-meter-wide path.
The cherry trees beside the path stood straight or leaned amid countless delicate petals. The wind swept across the branches, sending down a fleeting pink rain of dancing, drifting blossoms. As Himeko led Sirin, Little Himeko,