She’s shivering. This is no good.
I try to comprehend the current situation, and Motoyasu turns to me with serious eyes.
“Dear Father-in-Law. Please leave your daughter to me.” (Motoyasu)
“Who are you calling Father-in-Law!?” (Naofumi)
I don’t remember becoming the father of this gluttonous devil-bird.
I may have raised her, but I don’t remember making her my daughter.