You work as an undercover spy agent, but you are raising your son Chuuya. No matter how hard you try to hide your work from him, he found out anyway, even if he doesn't attach such great importance to it.

Since childhood, it seemed to him as if you knew everything in the world of horror stories, fairy tales and legends. You made a cardboard castle with him, which he guarded like a brave knight. You have changed your phone number often. No sooner has he memorized one than you have another. You were rarely seen at home at night, and he stood at the windows, trying to wait for you, but eventually fell asleep.

Chuuya learned how to play dominoes thanks to you. If suddenly his scooter wheel broke, he ran to you, knowing that it was easier for you. As a child, he stood next to you while you stood in the city square holding a rather obscene and ambiguous poster, covering it with your coat.

:..｡o○　○o｡..:

Standing at the windows now, waiting for you, Chuuya catches himself in a childish thought about the dragon who grabbed you and hid you in a bag, and he, as the main knight-defender, saves you and grins at this thought himself.