Isekai Kaeri no Ossan wa, Fusei Sukiru de Fathercon Musume-tachi o Tororori ni

If you look at it, a space was provided at the left edge of the screen, with the tellops displayed vertically and horizontally.

It's an L-shaped subtitle.

I hear this happened when the catastrophe, the passage of a special bill, and then the Japanese, who were being held hostage abroad, were killed.

It was the first time I had seen this in real time because it all happened while I was in another world.

"Giant Biological Attack on the Metropolitan Government"

"Emergency Evacuation Recommendations"

Bitter strings flow out of place for children's cartoons.

Philia lost much of her intelligence, but still retains her language comprehension skills.

I guess I got scared because I can read it without any problems, although I know it's kanji because of it.

"Oh no... oh no haunted, no"

Phyllia was trembling and clinging to me.

He has a grumpy voice, but his voice is an adult alt.

"Don't worry. I'm on it."

Say, hold Philia's shoulder.

It's like playing games.

I look at the tellup, frightened of myself.

- Huge creatures, raids.

I have a bad feeling about the fantasy literature that shouldn't be possible in modern society.

I manipulated the remote control and turned the channel from an anime to a news show.

'Gentlemen! This is not CG! It's real! It's real!

As soon as possible, a male reporter's up is shown wearing a helmet and making a fuss.

'The city hall is in big trouble!

Behind the reporter stood an arrogantly tall building.

A distinctive building where two buildings connect halfway and shape a silhouette that resembles a kanji "concave".

Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building No. 1.

The height is even two hundred and seventy-four meters and it is precisely the symbol of the capital.

At the top of it, there was an anomaly.

A giant bird-like creature rests its feathers on the top.

But your face is closer to reptiles than birds.

A feathered dinosaur, would be the firmest expression?

I know this creature well.

A dragon.

A natural disaster monster who crusaded many times in different worlds.

For some reason, they sit at the top of the building.

From the red scales and muscular figure, it's probably the Red Dragon species.

The ability to fly is state-of-the-art fighters and the brace that spits is a hydrogen bomb.

He's a fighter dog with no personality, and his intelligence is about crows.

Such a creature shows up and is grumpy and accustomed to his throat.

"This tastes bad..."

It is a living calamity that can transform the city into a sea of fire if it so desires.

From what I know about his ecology, I'd say don't give him any extra stimulation anyway.

Yet this station's press helicopter was swirling around the dragon making a burst of noise.

Reporter guts I looked up to, but it's too reckless for anything.

"In my eyes! I look like a monster! What the hell is this!

The reporter was holding the microphone in an excited way.

The studio and I seem to be connected to the relay and sometimes have conversations with the faces shown on the wipes.

"Mr. Miyabe, is that real?"

'What?'

"No, it's a crop," he said.

"I'm alive! I'm sure he's alive. You can also see how it blinks!

'Then could you come any closer? Would you point the microphone at me if you could?'

The reporter, known as the palace, was put on by the studio host and extended his arm from the helicopter.

Dragon opponent, what are you thinking?

"... no!

There's no way my voice, which is just a viewer, can reach a human being who broadcasts television.

Yet I was screaming and getting up.

More than anyone knows what happens when you inadvertently stimulate a firedragon.

Even when my status was still low, I was severely ill, assuming I was the Summoner Brave.

Needless to say, what happens to helicopters and ordinary people who have not received magical protection either.

Eventually the dragon turned to the camera and opened his mouth firmly.

At night, the mucous membrane of the bright red throat appears commonplace. It's more luminous in the back.

When the dragon's esophagus is glowing, there is one thing to do.

"Mr. Miyabe? Miyabe!?... Everybody calm down - '

And the braces were released.

A bright red ray is emitted along with the explosion, and the video is disturbed by tremendous momentum.

They plundered the rotor, and the helicopter drops the altitude it sees.

"... don't say it"

I am attacked by unspeakable weakness.

Are we going to show off the crash on live feed?

Watching as he unraveled, the helicopter swirled loudly, untimely in a near-field building.

Survival from this state would be a commendable occasion for the pilot's driving skills.

The Miyabe reporter said, 'A miracle! A miracle just happened!' and he's raising his voice in an out of place tension.

Looking closely, it looks like a Smiley TV show, and one of these days I might use this footage around to even organize it on a special shift.

Kurosawa producers would do it.

I think I'm going to get the numbers and you're happy... and suddenly I'm going to be stupid.

I put my hips down on the bed and put the channel back on its original animated show.

Turning his face to the side with a sigh, he meets Philia, who shrinks and trembles.

Once known for his kingdom's Takanism, the chief priest kept both ears in his hands and wept.

"Bad. You're freaking out right now."

Apologizing, stroking his head with a pound.

Are you relieved by that, Philia has been holding on to the momentum.

I snap my nose and it rings, rubbing my face against my chest.

Big baby.

I get emotions that I'm not sure if I'm asylum-seeking or guilty.

I gently wiped Philia's tears off with my thumb.

The feeling at that time made me understand.

This woman's skin appears to be decaying according to her physical age.

Sounds good when it comes to beauties of age, but they're still the equivalent of twenty-nine years old.

By the way, there is dullness, and firmness is being lost. Angelica and the others have completely different skin textures.

Even though I can't get any older, it makes me realize I'm not young anymore.

"Ugh, ugh"

Yet the trick that stuck to me and cried and shook my shoulders was the young child himself.

Even though she's an adult woman who smells and feels comfortable touching her, this is different.

"Don't cry. Because I'm on it."

I'll rub your back to make you feel any better.

Every time I move my hiragans up and down in, the sound of clothes rubbing sounds.

The part where the brassiere emerges is in steps, and the sound changes only when it passes through there.

If you're a real kid, you don't need underwear like this.

But this guy's body is a fine adult, so I'm making him wear it properly.

A woman who is not a toddler from anywhere. To be considered a daughter, a woman who is too impossible.

I wonder what I'm doing?

He saves a human being who would have been dead by his ego and repeats his farce.

This guy is a bad guy, and he's always been hostile to me.

Yet.

It wasn't pity, it was also hilarious to be completely self-satisfied.

Yes. I never felt sorry for Philia, so I didn't help her.

My memories were lovely and I helped.

I picked up a picture of a woman I used to like, once I threw it in the trash. Such a feeling.

"... you're untrained, me"

I look at the TV as I feel Phyllia's temperature.

On the screen, the protagonist, who doesn't get old since I was in elementary school, was running in the meadow with his partner's electric rat.

It fits the ending theme and is staff-rolling.

Good for the cartoon protagonist not getting old. I'm sure they will continue to love you for generations.

But a woman who doesn't get old in reality - and that's head blown too - who will take care of her?

What happens to Philia after I die?

While I was watching in a sinking mood, the ending was over.

The next teaser begins, and he tells the audience to see it again next week.

Philia's favorite show is over.

When this happens, the difficulty of babysitting increases at once.

You walk around the corner on your own, and you start scattering around the room.

When it's terrible, I chatter the door and try to get out.

I have to make them grow up somehow, but that way always depresses me.

"Philia. Shall we take a bath?"

"... n"

"You don't like that?

"Go!"

Philia's heart has become a child, but she seems to have lust - and her fondness for me remains.

That's terribly vain.