since we started walking uphill, Harris had already loaded Emi and we had been walking for a while so Emi felt sorry for him.

"No. My princess will be too tired," the other refused.

Emi scratched her hair, apparently stressed. "Dad, huh,"

"Is it too cold?"

"Not at all,"

"How about you, Angel?"

There I informed them of my secret view. I smiled at him and shook my head. "Just a little bit. And let Emi go if she wants to walk. Walking also warms up the body,"

"Maybe we should go home," he answered. My face was wrinkled, my head was really stiff.

We continued walking uphill. I feel...