"Ahhh!" Otto grabbed his slightly messy blond hair with his hand, his emerald pupils trembling back and forth, with an expression of disbelief.
"How could it be? What's the difference? The color is wrong, the color is wrong! It must be all because of the color!"
At this time, Otto looked like a crazy little leopard. Yaeji had never seen Otto like this before.
In his eyes, Otto has always been synonymous with "well-behaved", "obedient", and "sensible". If those direct descendants of the Apokalis family were to evaluate him, they would probably add "trash" and "good".
Words such as "bullying" are used to describe.
'What is he drawing? Me?'
Yaeji was curious and walked forward. What he saw was a girl with white waterfall hair, delicate face and wearing a purple iris dress.
The only regret is that the eyes, with the blending of various colors, did not destroy the beauty, but added a hint of evil, making the whole painting look less coordinated.
If he tied his long hair into a scorpion braid and covered his eyes, he would definitely think it was a "Sixth Night Symphony" based on the grown-up Karen.
"Isn't this the form I took over from Symphony of the Sixth Night?" Yaeji frowned, wondering when Otto saw her.
At that time, we were on the battlefield of Siti, which was far away from the urban area of Siti, let alone the pier.
No! I seemed to have gone back at that time, and I happened to be seen by this guy Otto? It’s possible.
Yaeji didn't remember the details of the original incident very clearly. After all, many years had passed for him.
Snapped!--
Otto broke off the paintbrush and was able to exercise his frail body to such an extent, which made Yaeji very happy.
Even the doctor once said that Otto would not live long, but under his training, didn't he thrive?
Although it looks a little crooked now, it's not a problem. If it's discovered early, it can be corrected.
Yaeji silently thought in his heart, how to enlighten Otto correctly, how to instill the correct thoughts into him?
Suddenly, Yaeji felt his hand being grabbed by a sticky little hand.
Lowering his head, he saw a flowery little hand with various paints gathered on it, giving him a vague sense of being touched by a demon.
"teacher!"
Yae Ji looked up and found that Otto, who was not in a normal mental state, suddenly became "normal".
But those emerald-like eyes seemed to be ignited by fire, and the fiery temperature in them was enough to make people feel uncomfortable.
"You kid..."
As if he didn't hear what Yaeji said, Otto said first: "Teacher! Can I ask you a favor? As long as you agree, I will do anything for you from now on!"
"No!" Yaeji felt strange, "Who did you learn these messy things from?"
Otto still looked at him with burning eyes.
Yaeji couldn't bear to watch.
"What should I do if the naughty child disobeys me?"
"It's probably just an itchy skin, just give it a beating!"
The "mobile phone" in his mind started talking about stand-up comedy again with its emotionless voice. Yaeji glanced at Otto, who was as pitiful as a little girl selling nuclear weapons, and for a moment he couldn't let go.
'If the education is not good, just send him back to Ned. Anyway, Ned misses Otto.'
'No!' Yaeji then thought, 'If you send Otto back in this state, wouldn't that cause trouble for me?'
Yae Ji took out the colored palm from Otto's hand, touched the back collar, and combined with the warrior's strong arm strength, easily lifted Otto up.
Well, it's a lot heavier than Lasheer.
"Teacher! Please!" Otto struggled to get down.
Seeing that the little guy was covered in paint, Yaeji frowned and mentioned it to him again.
"Say something quickly!"
Otto acted immediately and opened the incongruous wardrobe in the bedroom.
There was only one piece of clothing inside.
Like the Sixth Night Symphony, the purple dress has a purple irises theme.
Judging from the size and shape, it doesn't look like something Otto can wear.
"Teacher~" Otto was a little nervous, but also a little expectant. The emerald light flashed and he rubbed his sticky hands again, "Can you, can you put it on? Just for a moment! Please!"
Yaeji's face darkened!
The design language of this purple iris dress is very ambiguous in terms of gender in this era. Even if it is worn by a man...except for the sao, it seems to have nothing to do with it.
If you meet a rich man who loves art, he will probably have a chat with you.
But in Yaeji's eyes, it was the clothes Karen would wear when she grew up.
Yaeji no longer cares where Otto got this outfit, his mind is filled with what the "mobile phone" said just now.
"What should I do if my naughty child disobeys me? Most likely it's an itchy skin, so just give him a spanking."
Yae Ji stepped forward and picked up Otto's back collar again, but despite his resistance, he carried it all the way to the door.
Opening the door, he found two maids looking at him in surprise.
"Otto is still young. You can't stay bored in the house for a long time. He will get sick from boredom!" Yaeji solemnly said: "Look, this kid is so bored that his brain is not normal. Where is the bathroom? Take him to clean it up!
"
...
Otto, who had changed into clean clothes again and whose long blond hair was still wet, had obviously calmed down from his frenzied state.
At this time, he was half-sitting on the sofa, his little head lowered, his hands on his knees, and he did not dare to look at Yaeji.
Water droplets dripped from the ends of her hair to the ground, and Yaeji smelled the scent of Sakura-rin Shokai's bath products.
After thinking about it, Yaeji said: "Ned said he misses you and will take you back this time."
Otto raised his head, and looking deep into his eyes, he could see a look of pleading.
"I said that I quite like that little guy Otto, and I have to leave some things to him. Ned didn't say anything."
Otto had some joy on his face.
"But this time, I am very disappointed in you."
Otto lowered his head again. After waking up from his feverish state, he knew what he had done.
"I know there must be a reason for this."
Otto looked at Yaeji again, his eyes filled with hope.
"You were in poor health when you were a child, so you worshiped those powerful beings?"
Otto nodded and said for the first time: "That's just a little bit."
"Very good!" Yaeji said, "Tell me, why do you want to draw... Why do you want to draw Kallen when she grows up?"
Otto glanced at the maids staying in the corner. After several maids bowed and saluted, they exited the living room and closed the door tightly.
After about ten seconds, Yaeji didn't push him, and just waited for Otto to confess on his own.
"Actually, it's pretty much what the teacher said." Otto swallowed nervously, "I admire those beings who are strong enough to fight against Honkai! I really want to be them...
But for that person, she, she is not Kallen! Nor is she the grown-up Kallen. If the information is correct, she is your sister."