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"No, no, can you really call yourself a man like this?"

Mr. Cyclone watched from behind Gudas, watching his big brother struggling to change a diaper on a baby doll.

"No, no!! Which idiot raised you? You can't even do this right?"

"Mom... I'm trying my best..."

Gudas broke out in a cold sweat, but he didn't stop, he continued to try.

"Well, it looks like you might be left-handed... Why don't you try it this way?"

Eileen, who couldn't stand it any longer, decided to step in and teach.

"Let me help clean up here a bit too~"

Little Dragon also took off his coat and helped organize the mess that Gudas had made earlier.

"Oh, that's much better! It finally looks decent!"

The old lady couldn't help but admire Eileen's excellent diaper-changing skills.

"But...but..."

"You have the aura of a married woman, young lady... but..."

"But what?"

"These things should be done by a man!"

Mr. Cyclone in the background turned his head away, feeling disappointed.

"Well... how about this... why don't you guys help big brother here for now, and I'll go home and say hello to mom..."

"Oh..."

Mr. Cyclone didn't want to clean up or spend time changing diapers, so naturally, he wanted to escape.

"Well... if I suddenly bring two people to meet her, she'll definitely be shocked..."

"Yes, you go ahead..."

Little Dragon shook his head. How could he not know what his husband was thinking?

Rather than leaving him behind, it would be better to do as he said and go home first.

But before Little Dragon could finish speaking, Mr. Cyclone had already run away.

Mr. Cyclone fled and kept running, ran all the way on the grass path in his memory, passing one farmer's field after another.

He crossed the rice fields until he reached the farthest side of Shengyang Village to the east.

There stood a tall apple tree, and several small houses were situated next to it.

One of them, with wind chimes hanging at the door, was Mr. Cyclone's home, and Mr. Cyclone saw the figure of the person he was most familiar with from his memory.

"Mom, I'm back!"

She looked at Mr. Cyclone.

"Hmm? Mom? Dad's back!"

Mr. Cyclone opened his arms and gave his long-lost mother a hug.

"You... why did you come back now!!!"

"Damn it!? Ouch ouch ouch!!!"

As a result, instead of hugging Mr. Cyclone as he had imagined, his mother grabbed him by the left ear.

With his ear being pulled, Mr. Cyclone was dragged a few steps away.

"Tell me!? Where have you been playing all these months, you little rascal?"

"W-What... isn't this supposed to be a touching mother-son reunion scene now?"

"Touching your ass! Your mother has been working her ass off every day, and you just left without saying a word!?"

"What... what? I was kidnapped! Someone took me!"

"Kidnapped, my ass! Who would kidnap a poor peasant like you with no money or education?"

"What the hell!? Damn it, I'm a hero now, thanks to Allen! I've clearly returned as a hero!!"

"You're a hero!? Then I must be a god!!"

Mr. Cyclone's mother finally let go of him, and Mr. Cyclone quickly kneeled down.

"It's my fault! It's my fault. Your son is back now!"

Mr. Cyclone knelt on the ground, smiling and bowing repeatedly.

"You only came back because you're hungry, right? Have you eaten yet?"

Although it was still dusk, Mr. Cyclone was feeling a little hungry.

"Ah, look at you. You can't survive without your mother. Go back inside, and I'll clean up before cooking for you guys.""Ah~ Mom's cooking is my favorite~"

Mr. Cyclone took two steps, stopped, and turned around.

"Wait, Mom, did you just say 'you guys'?"

"Huh?! What are you talking about? You brought a girl back without saying a word, what do you expect me to do?!"

"Wait, wait... Aren't they at Brother Gu's house?"

"Hey, you! How did you deceive such a beautiful girl and bring her back..."

Mr. Cyclone's mother was sweating, and Mr. Cyclone was sweating along with her, their actions exactly the same.

"One, just one?"

"Hey! Hey hey!!"

However, before Mr. Cyclone's mother could explain, Mr. Cyclone dashed into the house.

He kept searching, kept running, until he arrived in front of his own room on the upper level, and Mr. Cyclone opened the door.

"This can't be true..."

Like a joke, on his own bed, the girl he had been daydreaming and nightdreaming about was really lying there.

There was no passionate welcome, no expectant gaze, the girl just glanced at Mr. Cyclone lightly and slowly sat up.

"Oh."

"No way..."

Witch Yuna smiled mischievously.