Do you know what a “shuraba” is?
It has many meanings, but one of them is the kind of disastrous scene born from romantic entanglements that you’d rather never stumble into.
Reincarnating… no, I mean, considering my past life too, I never imagined a shuraba would ever find its way to me.
I—Леон・フォウ・バルトファルト—am currently in the middle of one.
“Леон, why don’t you tell us? The woman standing behind you, and the meaning of that baby‑crib in the room. At least give us a reason.”
Perhaps because she’s furious, Анжи’s hair is whipping around with overflowing magic, and her anger already looks dangerously high.
She’s basically saying, “I’ll at least hear the reason… now give me an excuse, and don’t even think about making one!”—a combo of “give me an excuse” and “don’t make an excuse.”
I’m shaking and stammering out an excuse.
In my heart, I’m still waiting for Luxion, who hasn’t shown up yet…
“It’s… it’s not what you think! There’s a deep reason behind this—”
“So, will you tell us?”
Анжи’s eyes are terrifying.
No matter how you look at it, I’m the bad guy right now. There are some unavoidable aspects, but it’s a hard sell to get the two of them to understand.
“The baby‑crib is for taking care of the dog, and Noel… that’s what it’s for. It really existed, you know.”
Behind us, the older sister‑type, now called Noel, says,
“Um, I’m actually here, you know?”
“Sorry… I meant the dog’s Noel.”
“Eh? Does it need a collar?”
The fidgeting Noel… oh, it brings back a memory.
This person, come to think of it, was the one Erik put a collar on.
More misunderstandings pile up, Анжи’s veins pop out on her forehead, her face—hey, Luxion, you’re watching, right?
Come on… answer me, Luxion.