"Big brother, are you looking for your mother, too?"

Ozawa looked up and against the moonlight he saw a dirty little girl.

A little girl, about three or four years old, was wearing a beautiful princess dress, and her skirt was as dirty as her face.

The little face was dirty and could not see her appearance, but she had a sweet and greasy voice, which was very pleasant to listen to, just like his mother singing to him.

Maybe it sounds a little like a mother, and the tight guard relaxes.

The little girl giggled and sat boldly beside him. Turning his head and looking at Ozawa, he muttered...