Conan's winery play house

Chapter 382 Don't hate it, it's only one step away from liking it

Ireland has extremely light blond hair, with eyebrows the same color as her hair, if not lighter.

Tall and strong, even wearing a simple suit, you can see the outline of the muscles hidden under the clothes.

He doesn't look young, he looks about 40 or [-] years old, and his thick eyebrows make him look even more fierce.

He is a man who fits the villain's appearance very well.

is real family.

After sizing up the other party, Aito gave his own evaluation in his heart.

"Evik Lear?" Ireland stood at the door, silent for a moment, and asked in a low voice.

"Well, it's me." Aito nodded.

"You don't think the same as I do," Ireland said.

Trying to piss off Avik Lear, see the other's true character.

No matter how gentle and harmless the pretense is, there will always be a little bit of nature revealed when angry.

The boy was not angry, but looked at Ireland curiously, and asked:
"What did Uncle Ireland imagine me to be?"

Ireland looked at each other.

What does the imagined Aveklear look like?
Of course it was the same as the little wolf cubs in the school in my memory.

Even after taking a special etiquette class, he still has a fierce look that is difficult to get along with.

Hedgehogs with thorns all over their bodies, wolf cubs who can kill each other.

can be used to describe them.

After all, it was not the image of Avek Lear in front of him.

If the other party appeared in the organization's school like this, he would definitely be isolated by the other wolf cubs.

Completely different, not indifferent, not vicious, not cynical, not resentful and vengeful eyes.

The whole person is as soft as a ball of cotton candy or a cloud.

Or marshmallows with a layer of syrup.

No matter how you look at it, he is living an excellent life, the young master of a rich family who is loved by thousands of people.

Of course, it is impossible for the young master with such a happy life to be cynical and complain about others.

It would be strange not to be targeted to death by those wolf cubs.

But the other party seems to be only eleven or twelve years old, and at this age, he has obtained a code name...

The pack of wolf cubs in the school might have nothing to do with each other in front of each other.

Even if organizations have no shortage of geniuses, such geniuses are still rare.

"In short, it's right that it's different." Ireland replied perfunctorily.

He couldn't say that he thought Aviclear was a wolf cub who would bite him at any time or a hedgehog who would stand up and stab him at any time, right?

However, Belmode's description, a self-willed and fallen angel... originally refers to the appearance, but I thought it was the character.

The pure white one really fits the definition of an angel.

It's just that there are no angels in the organization.

Belmode is still obsessed with angels as always.

"What kind of me does Uncle Ireland like?" Ato asked seriously after thinking about it.

Do you like your imaginary self more?

No matter what Uncle Ireland likes, he can be what he likes.

"What I like has nothing to do with you, just be yourself." Ireland said with a frown.

It feels like Avik Lear...is there something wrong?

Do people usually ask this question?
"I see." The boy nodded thoughtfully.

"Uncle Ireland shouldn't hate me like this?" He asked, as if he had to get an answer.

"I have no reason to hate you," Ireland said.

In other words, it should be very difficult for anyone to hate Aviclear at the first meeting.

"That's it, that's great." Avek Lear said with a bright smile.

"Don't hate it, it's only one step away from liking, I will try my best to make you like me, Uncle Ireland." He said, staring at Ireland seriously.

Ireland saw her own reflection in the other's pale blue eyes.

This feeling is very strange, that kind of concentration seems to never see other people's eyes except him.

In a trance, people feel that they are the most important existence of the owner of those eyes.

but……

This is just the first meeting between myself and Avek Lear, right?
Is the other party's performance a little too much?

Also, who said that not hating is only one step away from liking.

"What is the most acceptable distance for Uncle Ireland? Is it okay to hold hands? Is it okay to hug? And a goodnight kiss..." The white-haired boy looked at him expectantly, with a flush of excitement on his face , can't wait to ask.

The feeling that something is wrong inside Ireland has grown.

Do members of an organization really ask another member if they can hold hands, hug, or even kiss goodnight when they meet for the first time?

Is Avik Lear mentally ill?
An underage lunatic for an organization specialty?

This kind of behavior... It seems a bit too much to say that he is a lunatic. To put it mildly, it is a lack of love?
Avik Lear lacks love?
"I'm not used to getting too close to strangers," Ireland said.

Even Pisk, whom he regards as his father, has never been so close to him.

"It's not allowed for strangers, that is to say, it's fine if you're familiar with them. I'll try my best!" Aituo nodded earnestly.

"I'm Aitto Miyamoto, 12 years old, born on April [-]st, Aries, my organization code name is Avik Lil, my favorite food is sweet food, and I'm good at... basically everything, even if I'm not good at it. I can learn quickly, and my best instruments are piano and violin." He began to introduce himself to Ireland seriously.

"It's Yeye Dafu, just call it Dafu, it's my family." He looked at the teddy bear standing beside him and said.

"That's sister Mingmei and cookies." Dafu held out the paper figurine Mingmei and cookies.

"And Robert will be responsible for cleaning and cooking three meals a day for us..."

"Robert should be playing Frisbee with Bai Yujuan in the garden now..."

"Does Uncle Ireland feel more familiar with me now?" After introducing himself and the members of his family, he looked at Ireland expectantly and asked.

Coconut Daifu - doll bear.

Aito Miyamoto - Avik Lear.

Miss Mingmei—that female paper figurine.

Cookies - that paper Shiba Inu.

Robert played Frisbee with Bai Yujuan, Bai Yujuan - a white Shiba Inu.

Robert maybe the mechanical arm with the Frisbee?

Ireland checked these names one by one in his heart, and then faced Aviclear's question directly.

Who said that after exchanging names, you become familiar with it...

You don't become an adult just by exchanging names.

"Yuyuki Nakagawa, 41 years old, organization code named Irish Whiskey." Although Ireland felt helpless in his heart, he still cooperated with a brief self-introduction.

He also wanted to be nice to the younger generation of the organization if he could.

As Pisc had treated him back then, they were like father and son.

Even among the members of the organization who do all kinds of evil, there is true affection for each other.

It's just that the group of wolf cubs he organized before really made him unable to show a good face.

After all, as soon as you show a good face, you will be assassinated by them.

Avik Lear should be much better, right?

Ireland looked at the well-behaved and cute teenagers in front of him, and couldn't help thinking.

I hope that the lovely flowers that Abis said are true.

　I feel that I am in a good state today, alive.

　　In the past few days, I didn't even have to talk, I'm a talker.

　　My mental state is not right, and the plots I wrote are sinking.

　　Fortunately, he finally survived, and his spirit returned to stability.

　　I have to sleep for fourteen hours a day, except for code words, I just sleep, no matter how much I sleep, I still feel weak, hateful.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)