Conan's winery play house

Ireland has very light blond hair, and her eyebrows are the same color as her hair, or even lighter.

He is tall and strong, and even if he is wearing a simple suit, you can still see the outline of his muscles hidden under his clothes.

He doesn't look young, he looks to be in his thirties or forties, and his thick eyebrows make him look even more fierce.

He is a person who fits the appearance of a bad guy very well.

It's a real family.

After Aito looked at the other party, he gave his own evaluation in his heart.

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

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

"You think differently than I do." Ireland said.

Trying to anger Avicril and see the other person's true character.

No matter how gentle and harmless you pretend to be, some of your true nature will always be exposed when you are angry.

The young man was not angry, he just looked at Ireland curiously and asked:

“What does Uncle Ireland imagine me to be like?”

Ireland looked at each other.

What does the imagined Avicril look like?

Of course they are the same as those little wolf cubs in school that I remember.

Even though he has taken a special etiquette class, he still has a fierce look that makes him difficult to get along with.

Hedgehogs with thorns all over their bodies, and wolf cubs killing each other.

can be used to describe them.

After all, it’s not the image of Aiwe Lier in front of me.

If the other party shows up in the organization's school like this, he will definitely be isolated by the other wolf pups.

Completely different, not cold, not fierce, not cynical, not resentful or vengeful.

The whole person is as soft as a ball or a cloud.

Still poured a layer of syrup.

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

Of course, it is impossible for a young master with such a happy life to be cynical and resentful.

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

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

The group of wolves in the school may not be able to do anything to each other in front of each other.

Even if organizations are not short of geniuses, such geniuses are still rare.

"Anyway, it's just not the same." Ireland replied perfunctorily.

He couldn't say that he initially thought Avicril was a wolf cub who could bite him at any time or a hedgehog that could prick him with its thorns at any time, right?

However, Belmod's description of an angel willing to fall... turned out to be referring to appearance, I thought it was character.

Pure white, it really fits the definition of an angel.

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

Belmode was still as obsessed with angels as ever.

"What kind of me does Uncle Ireland like?" Aito thought for a while and asked seriously.

Do you prefer the imaginary version of yourself?

No matter what Uncle Ireland likes, he can become what the other person likes.

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

I feel like Ivy Clear...is there something wrong?

Do ordinary people ask questions like this?

"That's right." The young man nodded thoughtfully.

"Uncle Ireland shouldn't hate me for being like this, right?" he asked, as if he must get an answer.

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

In other words, it should be difficult for someone to dislike Avicril the first time they meet.

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

"There is only one step between not hating and liking me. I will try my best to make you, Uncle Ireland, fall in love with me." He looked at Ireland seriously and said.

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

This feeling is very strange, that kind of concentration, as if no one else can see the eyes except him.

Suddenly it makes people feel that they are the most important being to the owner of those eyes.

But……

Is this just the first meeting between myself and Avicril?

Is the other party's behavior a bit excessive?

Also, who said there is only one step between not hating and liking.

"What is the maximum distance that Uncle Ireland can accept? Is it okay to hold hands? Is it okay to hug? And a good night kiss..." The white-haired boy looked at him expectantly, with a slight blush on his face that seemed to be excited.

, asked impatiently.

Ireland's inner feeling that something was wrong only intensified.

Can any member of an organization really ask another member if they can hold hands, hug, or even kiss goodnight when they first meet?

Everyone, please go and try it soon.]

Does Avicril have a mental problem?

An underage lunatic who organizes specialties?

This kind of behavior... it seems a bit excessive to call him a madman. To put it mildly, it means a lack of love?

Is Avicril in need of love?

"I'm not used to getting too close to strangers," Ireland said.

Even Pisk, whom he regarded as his father, had never been so close to him.

"Strangers are not allowed, that is to say, it is ok if you are familiar with them. I will try my best!" Aito nodded seriously.

"I am Miyamoto Aito, twelve years old. My birthday is April 1st. I am an Aries. My organization code name is Ivy Clear. My favorite food is sweet food. What I am good at is... I am basically good at everything, even if I am not good at it.

He can also learn quickly, and his favorite 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 stuffed bear standing next to him and said.

"That's Sister Mingmei and the cookies." Dafu held out the paper figure Mingmei and the 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 his family members, he looked at Ireland expectantly and asked.

Coconut Dafu - Doll Bear.

Miyamoto Aito - Aiwe Lier.

Sister Mingmei - the female paper doll.

Cookie - the paper Shiba Inu.

Robert plays Frisbee with Shiratamamaki, the white Shiba Inu.

Maybe Robert is the robotic hand holding the Frisbee?

Ireland checked these names one by one in his mind, and then faced the problem of Aiwe Lier.

Who said that after exchanging names, we become familiar with each other...

You won't become adults just by exchanging names.

"Nakagawa Yuyuki, 41 years old, organization code name: Irish Whiskey." Although Ireland felt helpless, he still cooperated and briefly introduced himself.

If possible, he also wants to be nicer to the younger generation of the organization.

Just like Piske did to him, they love each other as father and son.

Even members of an organization who do all kinds of evil have real feelings for each other.

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

After all, if you show good looks, you will be assassinated by them.

Avril should be much better, right?

Ireland looked at the cute and well-behaved boys in front of him and couldn't help but think.

I hope the lovely flowers that Aibis said are true.