But she still had something important to do...
This was a grassland beneath beautiful blue skies and white clouds, with pale green grass underfoot. Yet upon closer feeling... something always seemed off.
"Kallen, give me the airplane!"
A blond, blue-eyed young boy? Or loli?
He wore a priest's robe with a golden Cross emblem on his chest. His fair skin, breathtakingly beautiful yet somewhat androgynous features made him seem like either a lovely little girl or an adorable young boy.
He chased after the white-haired little girl ahead of him, calling out in a nervous yet slightly adorable tone.
"If you want it, come catch me!"
The blond little boy... who was the young Otto, wore the same priest's robe as the white-haired, blue-eyed little girl in front of him—little Kallen—who ran along happily.
"Here you go..."
After running for a while, little Kallen decided to stop teasing little Otto. She halted... then returned the little airplane in her hand to him.
"Thank you!"
Little Otto immediately took the airplane. It was already broken, though little Kallen had not broken it. On the contrary, she had helped retrieve it.
Otto was the youngest son of the Apolcalypse family. He had no inheritance rights, and because he was frail as a child, he was mocked by this martial age. Everyone looked down on him.
The withdrawn Otto only liked making things he enjoyed. This little airplane was one of them.
But Otto's hobby was looked down upon by his family. When Otto's brother saw the airplane in little Otto's hands, he smashed it to pieces.
Little Kallen had climbed over a wall to retrieve the broken little airplane.
"You're already this amazing now. You'll definitely become a Great Inventor someday!"
Kallen, who was also only twelve years old, looked at