Everyone in the organization had reason why they joined the organization. Either they were brought in when they were a child or they were here because they have some other purposes.
He shouldn't be so soft hearted just because the other party is a child.
Hmm?
A child?
Miro was kneading the dough as he watched Arya washed her hand and face. After all, the flour was scattered over when she accidentally overturned that bowl.
As for how she did it… he didn't want to talk about it.
"Can I ask how old you are, Scorpio?"
"Huh?" Arya blinked her eyes and turned to look at Miro. She grinned. "Did you feel you're old, Uncle Miro?"
Miro looked at the girl in front of him helplessly. "I don't think that I'll be so old that I have to be called uncle by you, right?"
Based on the girl's height and appearance, she should be a teenager, right?
Miro was not entirely sure, though.
