At that moment, Bonita, who had been quietly listening to the two boys’ fuss, shouted.

“I’m completely fine.”

“Really? That can’t be true.”

“True.”

With a doubtful expression, Alan continued to spin around Bonita.
While looking at such a boy, Bonita recalled Coco, the chocolate-colored large dog that lived near her house.

“He looks like Coco…”

With milk chocolate-like hair color, eyes, and a gentle gaze, he seemed even more similar.

“Oops!”

“Stay still. You shouldn’t move if you have a scratch!”

Thanks to Alan, who was examining the wound in detail, Bonita let out a small scream. It was a momentary mistake, thinking that he might smell it.

A few minutes later.

“Yeah, she’s fine! Thank goodness!”

Alan, who thoroughly examined Bonita, shouted with a proud face.

Cassis grumbled.

“He just circled around her. He didn’t do anything, but he acts proud.”

“Well…”

Watching Cassis, Bonita recalled something again.

“A cat?”

Unlike Coco, who greeted her warmly, a white cat named Shasha, who always stood at a distance and meowed every time they met.

Looking closely, Shasha’s clean silver fur and blue eyes were very similar.

Of course, saying that someone looks like an animal to a person could be quite impolite…

“He really looks like it!”

What can you do when they look exactly the same?

Moreover, imagination is not a sin.

Thinking about Alan, who has dog ears, and Cassis, who is swinging a cat tail, Bonita burst into a giggling laugh.

The two boys stared at her with blank faces.

Blushing, Alan asked, “Uh, what’s so funny all of a sudden?”

“Huh? Oh, sorry…”

“But when you laugh…”

“Hey, don’t bother your little sister.”

Cassis interrupted Alan’s words. He gestured to Bonita with a blank expression.

“Leave such a fool alone, let’s go to the playground. Kids should be there during the social gathering.”

“Okay.”

Bonita nodded.

Didn’t Aria also tell her to go to the playground?

As Bonita began to follow Cassis, Alan, who was left behind, shouted.

“Hey! Let’s go together!”

Bonita stared at the boy walking ahead.

Eight years old? Or maybe around nine?

He looked a bit cute like a cat, but Cassis definitely seemed to be two years older than Bonita.

Bonita stared at the swaying silver fur in front of her and twitched her hand. She had never seen hair that looked so soft.

“Beautiful.”

It would be even prettier if she grew it longer.

While Bonita was thinking that way…

Cassis, who felt her gaze, turned around.

“What? Do you have something to say?”

Bonita hesitated for a moment.

Whether it was when she argued with Alan earlier or because Cassis seemed quite gruff.

Moreover, boys around this age tend to get angry when they hear the word “pretty.”

So, Bonita hesitated and just shook her head. Cassis’s blue eyes turned towards her.

“…Well, if you have nothing to say.”

With a slightly blunt tone, he quickly turned his head.
Alan, who was next to her, tapped Bonita’s shoulder.

“Lady, hold on a bit. He’s naturally unlucky.”

“Unlucky?”

“Yeah. Because he tries to act smart all by himself.”

Cassis, who was leading, perked up his ears.

“You can hear everything, you know?”

“I told you I can hear, so what!”

Alan stuck out his red tongue towards Cassis. It was when Cassis, with a slightly annoyed expression, turned around.

“Oh!”

Something got into Bonita’s eyes.

“It’s home.”

Bonita murmured.

As they passed through the small forest inside the Hiasynth Manor, where trees had grown, beyond it spread a wide grassy field.

And right in the middle of it, there was a quaint little house.

At that moment, the wind blew from the direction of the house, towards the three kids.

A sweet smell wafted in the air.

Sniffing the scent, Bonita’s eyes widened.

Seeing her like that, Alan, looking at Bonita, smiled with the corners of his mouth twitching.

“Do you know what that is?”

“What?”

In response to Bonita’s question, he shrugged his shoulders with a smug expression.

“A gingerbread house!”