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Olga Marie Osme...

Olga Marie Animus... Olga...

Wait, what's the full name?

I don't know why, it's probably a magical curse, people often can't remember the full name of the director.

Most of the time, she is called the director, but if someone wants to call her more affectionately, they can just call her "Mary".

"Little~Mary——!"

——But the above kind of overly affectionate title is definitely a special case.

Olga Marie: "..."

Olga Marie: "How rude!"

"Although out of pros and cons, I temporarily handed over the command of the director to Romany Akiman, the former head of the medical organization, but I am still the director! How can you, an unknown surveillance object—— Whoa!?"

As the director himself said, after her own death and resurrection, due to unavoidable "special reasons", she had to temporarily hand over the entire command of the singularity restoration plan to Dr. Roman.

Temporary decentralization cannot affect her identity and majesty, so what kind of disrespectful person dares to be so frivolous——

"Little Mary, little Mary! I also made dessert for you today, come and taste it, open your mouth, ah~"

"Damn it! Do you take what I said as a deaf ear? It's hopeless!"

The director was angry.

However, while she was angry, she couldn't control the subconscious reaction of her body, and opened her mouth very obediently.

Secia smiled and fed a spoonful of cake.

The dissatisfaction on Olga Marie's face was not reduced by half because of the deliciousness of the cake. After chewing the food gracefully, she also critically commented: "It's too greasy, how much sugar did you put in it?"

Secia: "Ah, did you put too much sugar, then I will pay attention next time."

Olga Marie: "Huh, it's pretty much the same—cough cough! I mean, there will be no next time, even if I change tricks and bribe you with desserts every day, I won't forgive your rudeness so easily. To... um..."

The front is still full of momentum, but the back is slowly softened by the sudden sleepiness.

"Okay, okay, you can blame me as much as you want, and we can talk about it when we wake up."

As Saisia ​​said, she bent down a little, and easily hugged her—the little white-haired girl whose eyelids were about to droop.

It's time for kids to get used to napping.

Even though Mary really wanted to resist the drowsiness, her current will obviously couldn't control her body's instincts.She also hugged Secia's neck quite habitually, mumbling: "Fujimaru Tachika...the second singularity...not yet..."

"Okay, Lixiang and the others haven't come back yet. When you wake up, we'll go to the monitoring room to find Roman."

That's it.

Secia sent Mary back to the bed in her bedroom, covered the quilt carefully, and then left quietly.

Well, after this description, did you find something wrong?

That's right.

The director of Chaldea, Olga Marie, who was rescued by Cycia, has now turned into a five or six-year-old child because of the side effects of the resurrection!

It's not just as simple as shrinking her body. After becoming a kid, her energy was severely lacking and her reaction was obviously slow—this was why she had to entrust the heavy and difficult task to that man.

According to Mary's proud and fragile character, such a blow might be worse than death.

However, unexpectedly, she actually...has no time to feel pain, despair and self-blame!

It's all Cycia's fault.

All to blame on this strange fellow who burst out with the utmost zeal to take care of "little Mary."

Why don't you just treat yourself as an outsider, why don't you take precautions at all, and be as good as a fool who is always vigilant and suspicious of him? !

Secia: "...ah? I didn't find anyone who was vigilant and suspicious of me. As for why..."

"I like you very much, I like you!"

Ever since that sudden disappearance for a day and the sudden return with a ball, Sethia has really taken root in Chaldea, staying here (mainly in someone's bed) and never leaving.

Since there are only more than 20 survivors of the explosion who are still working, the confirmation of the coordinates of the singularity is quite energy-consuming, and Mary, who has become a child, has no one to take care of her for a while.

Although Mary insisted that she didn't need to take care of her, her soul was still an adult after all, and she could handle small daily matters such as eating and dressing by herself...

However, Secia said: "The important thing is not to take care of, but to accompany!"

No one understands human "habit" better than he does.For young children, the company of their parents is often the most important, momentary negligence or indifference is not conducive to the healthy development of children's mind and body - balabala.

So, while everyone else in Chaldea was busy with work, Sethia took care of Mary.

Before that, he had never raised a child.But still the same sentence, there should be no one who is more suitable for raising children than him.

Cooking and eating in different ways every day is just one of them. Secia is also keen on making clothes and skirts for little girls.

Sometimes, a temporary commander who works overtime every day gets tired and takes a break from work. When he looks to the side, he sees Secia holding a ball of wool, not sure if he is knitting a sweater or a scarf for Mary.

Roman: "Although we seem to have no clothes that little girls can wear here, you also..."

The man was a little indescribable for a while.

Secia didn't even look at him, and the movements in his hands were quick and precise: "Write your report, don't bother me."

"No, what I want to say is, haven't you already made a dozen sets of clothes for Mary that can be worn in each season? It's so late, no need..."

Roman still couldn't tell the truth.

It's very late now, and it's normal for him who often works up to this point, but Secia's schedule, um... Anyway, there is no need to stay up for such a long night, let's go to bed early.

"I told you to leave me alone." Secia finally put down the wool.

If Roman could be more careful, he would definitely notice that before he turned his head to look over, the color of the wool in Secia's hand was pale pink.After he turned around, the ball of wool turned white in a flash.

However, because the attention was basically on Secia himself, Roman unfortunately didn't notice it.

Because of this, he didn't realize a certain truth that was still hidden in advance.

"I'm just sitting here bored. It's not because I dislike you, even if you don't turn off the lights so late, you can't sleep."

As always, he frowned slightly, not showing Roman a pleasing expression.

Roman said: "Uh, sorry, there is still a little content that I haven't finished..."

Secia glanced at him, then quickly lowered her head, and only hummed a little voice from the corner of her mouth, which seemed to be reluctantly accepted: "You can write as late as you want, anyway, the next day you will die if you are not mentally well. It won't be me who doesn't live."

"..."

The lighting was really dazzling at this point in time, and Roman's gaze had not yet withdrawn from Secia's lowered face.

Suddenly remembered that Secia had been sitting next to him who stayed up all night for several nights.

It was the same before, he was busy writing his reports and plans, and had little energy to take care of Secia.However, Secia just sat there and never bothered him.

Then, every time, 10 minutes before he finished work, Secia stood up as if he had expected it, and went to bed early, leaving only half of the space for him.

This performance is like... The fundamental purpose of this dishonest person is to be silent and accompany him who needs to work hard all night... It seems.

Roman didn't know if he was being passionate again, but this did not affect a warm current flowing into his heart.

"Wait a minute, a little bit of the last--well, finish it as quickly as possible! It's over!"

After packing up his things, he stretched. When he walked to the wall and was about to turn off the lights, Roman saw that Secia had already slipped into the bed, leaving him with a back like a ball after turning sideways.

oops.

If that's the case, then you really guessed right.

There was a smile on the corner of his lips at some point, and the look in his eyes became deeper.

"Turn off the lights."

Saying that, the room suddenly dimmed.

……

……

——After arriving the next day with happiness and warmth that came from nowhere.

Roman: "..."

Roman: "You..."

Roman: "I said..."

"Wait! Even if you want Mary to practice braiding, don't make me a test subject!"

Early in the morning.

Before he fell asleep and combed his hair, two "devils", one big and one small, pinned him on the stool.

Secia was handing the comb to the director, the miniature version, who was standing on another small bench, with a serious tone, but his face was shining with excitement: "This is a secret operation, so not too many people will find out, you are The best candidate! Take out the heart of a man, what are you afraid of!"

The cause of things is simple.

Mary, who is nothing more than insisting on self-reliance, found that she was not used to it when she was young, and she couldn't even braid her beautiful and rigorous braids well, and her hair was crooked and frizzy, which made her very unhappy.

Therefore, it is necessary to step up practice and restore the feel.

Dr. Roman, who has long hair and is easy to bully (huh), became their No. [-] test subject.

"... That's what I said, but little Mary, Secia has long hair too, so it's quite unfair to say it against me!"

Mary snorted softly, but her face changed drastically in the middle: "For me, it doesn't matter who the test subject is. Huh? Dr. Roman, don't follow this guy and call me Little Mary!"

When he was angry, the strength in his hand couldn't help but increase.

"Pain Pain Pain!!!"

Unexpectedly, when Secia heard his screams, the gloating expression that he deliberately showed at first disappeared immediately, and his heart suddenly panicked.

"What's wrong, you tore your hair off?!"

When he was nervous, he also reached out to grab it.

"...It wasn't ripped off at first, but now, it was grabbed by you."

"……sorry."

"It's okay, you guys... go ahead."

Half an hour later, Dr. Roman went to work with frizzy hair and a pale face.