Victor: (—It was an unexpected accident, but it doesn’t seem like it was entirely bad.)
(That said, we don’t have the luxury of feeling relieved. Everyone assumes things will simply return to normal, but the situation itself remains dire.)
(They said there was nothing unusual in the storage footage, but… something still troubles me.)
(I should confirm it with my own eyes, just to be sure––—)
???: Dr. Victor.
Victor: ……!
Nico: Good, I found you…
Victor: Nico… and…
Victor: Those children, are they…?
Nico: Sage, Bianchi, and Jude.
You know about Litch, right?
Victor: …………
Nico: I heard the 13th generation rookies shrank too. How do we turn them back?
Victor: Hold on a moment. First, when did this happen to them?
Nico: I don’t know. I only found out when Litch contacted me asking for help.
Litch: S-Sage went to see Bianchi and never came back…
He said he’d be right back, so I thought it was strange and went to check… and then…
Victor: And when was this?
Litch: Just a short while ago… I immediately called Nico, and he brought me here.
Sage: …Where is this? Who are you people?
Litch: Sage…
Bianchi: Uuuh… I wanna go home. Where’s my mom…?
Jude: Lost, huh? Then I’ll help you find your mom.
Bianchi: Who are you? Don’t come closer, you’re scary…
Jude: Scary? What’s scary about me? I’m just an ordinary boy.
Nico: …Chaos.
Sage: What should we do…? By now, everyone must be so worried
Litch: Everyone…? Do you mean Tronis…?
Sage: That’s right. Do you know about Tronis…?
Litch: Uh…
Victor: Hm…
Nico: Victor, turn them back.
Victor: Believe me, I’d like nothing more, but unfortunately, we still don’t know how to return them.
What these three have in common is that they were all in Bianchi’s workshop. Let’s begin by investigating there—
Nico: No, I don’t think that’ll do any good.
Victor: …What do you mean?
Nico: I think I just figured out the cause… just now.
Billy: I usually get sent home early, but my dad works late every night.
The lady next door brings me dinner, but I always end up eating alone…
And besides, my house isn’t clean, so being here is waaay happier for me ♪
Jay: I… I see…
Billy: I wish we could invite my dad too, so we could all live together here.
Asch: …………
Billy: Hey, hey! How do you become a “Hero”!?
Jay: Huh? Well, you take the tryouts, and if you pass...
Billy: No, tell me more! Tell me all the details~!!
Jay: Alright, alright. I’ll tell you, just calm down a bit, okay? …Hm?
Gray: …!
Jay: Gray, what’s up? You’re standing…
Gray: S-sorry…!
Jay: Ah, no, no, that’s totally fine. You were just sitting because you were nervous, right? Feel free to do as you like.
So, did you spot something that caught your interest?
Gray: ………… I… I just wanted… to ask too…
I want to know… in detail… how to become a “Hero.”
Jay: Oh? So you’re interested in being a “Hero” too, Gray?
Gray: Um… well…
Jay: Of course you are, that’s only natural. You’re going to be one someday anyway. I’m just a little surprised you’ve already been curious about it at this age.
Now that I think about it, I’ve never heard when you first wanted to become a “Hero.”
Asch: …………
Jay: Alright then, I, Jay Kidman, will tell you in detail the path to becoming a “Hero”… is what I’d like to say—
But it’s about time for the kids to start getting ready for bed.
So first… let’s all take a bath!
Billy & Gray: Huh?
Jay: Asch, let’s go to that spa you’ve told me you frequent.
Asch: Hah?
Jay: It’s a perfect chance—let’s all go together. The spa’s got a bath as big as a pool, it feels amazing~♪
Asch: Tch, why the hell do I gotta take a bath with these brats? We can just shower in the room—
Billy: Woooow… I’ve never been in such a big bath before! I wanna go, I wanna go~!
Gray: Taking a bath all together… s-sounds fun…
Jay: Heh ♪ So you two want to go to the spa, right?
Billy & Gray: Yeah!
Asch: Tch…
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Jay: Come on, come on. You’ll catch a chill if you stay out here, so get inside quickly~
Billy: Kyaa ♪
Gray: Okaaay… ♪
Jay: Hah, such good kids. Come on, Asch, you too.
Asch: Don’t lump me in with them!
Jay: What’s this? You were in a good mood at the spa, now you’re grumpy again?
Grandpa: All right then, let me ask again. What’s your name?
Dino: ...Dino...
Grandpa: Your birthday?
Dino: ...I don’t know.
Grandpa: Where were you born and raised?
Dino: I don’t know that either...
Grandpa: Do you have any family?
Dino: I don’t... remember...
Grandpa & Grandma: ...
Dino: ...
Grandma: Oh my, don’t make such a sad face.
You like ice cream, right? I bought some... let’s eat it together. It’s made at a nearby farm and it’s delicious ♪
Dino: Ice cream...
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Grandpa: So his name is Dino, and he likes ice cream... That’s all we know for sure, huh?
Grandma: I wonder what it feels like to lose your memory... He seems closed off too, but it’s only natural.
They say the lab ran thorough tests. We were told a little about his Substance and powers, too.
Grandpa: But there’s still a lot we don’t understand... Just in case, they gave us some tranquilizers.
Grandma: I don’t want to use something like that on such a small child...
Grandpa: I know. He seems calm, but the truth is, we don’t know much about his nature. We can’t let our guard down.
Grandma: ...Yes, I understand.
But when I look at this child...
Grandpa: I get it. I just hope nothing bad happens.
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Beast's Voice: Awooooooooo...
Dino: ...Where are you?
Hey, can you answer me again?
...
(Where... am I?)
(I’ve walked so far... I got lost.)
(Which way did I come from...?)
(...Is it okay if I go back to that house?)
Grandpa: Dino! Dino...!
Dino: !?
Grandpa: I found you! Thank goodness, you’re safe... Are you hurt anywhere!?
Dino: Wh-Why are you...
Grandpa: That’s what I should be asking! You can’t go outside in the middle of the night! Especially not into the forest—there are dangerous animals...
!?
Wolf: Grrrr...
Grandpa: A-A wolf? You just had to show up now, didn’t you?
...Dino, stay behind me. If it moves, run as fast as you can.
Dino: ...!
Wolf: Grrrrrr...
Grandpa: If you run straight that way, you’ll get home—
Dino: No!!
Grandpa: Dino!
Dino: Don’t eat grandpa! Go back home!
Wolf: ...
Grandpa: Th-The wolf... it left... Dino, what did you do?
Dino: ...
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Grandma: Here's some warm milk. Go ahead, drink up.
Dino: ...It’s warm.
Grandpa: You saved my life, Dino. So your lycanthropy lets you communicate with wolves... that’s something else.
Grandma: I’m just glad you’re safe. And we found Dino too—that’s what matters most.
Dino: Uh... uuuuh...
Grandma: Oh my, what’s wrong, Dino? Why are you crying?
Dino: ...I’m scared...
Grandpa: Of course you are. Lost in a dark forest, and then a wild wolf showed up...
Dino: That’s not it...
Dino: ...What’s going to happen to me now?
What should I do...?
Grandpa: Dino...
Grandma: It’s only natural to be afraid. You don’t know anything except your own name.
You were brought here without any explanation, just because you’re a child and we assumed you wouldn’t understand... It’s no wonder you’re anxious.
Dino: *hicc, hicc*...
Grandma: There’s still a lot we don’t know about you either... So, how about we tell you why you were brought here?
We used to work where you came from. As researchers in an organization called [HELIOS]—a group of "heroes".
Just recently, we lost our son and his family in an accident... So we moved out here to find peace.
We had a sweet little grandson, about your age. He’s... gone now.
Grandpa: When [HELIOS] asked if we could take in a child, we were honestly shocked.
To be honest, we hesitated. We knew we’d end up seeing you as our grandson...
But we decided to see this as a gift from God... you.
Grandma: That’s right. After a lot of discussion, we chose to believe that.
Grandpa: Maybe to you, this is all just a burden. Maybe it’s natural you’d want to run away like you did...
But we want to make this a place where you feel truly safe. A home for you... a family.
Dino: ...A family...?
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Dino: Grandpa! Grandma! What are we doing today?
Grandpa: Haha, I think I know what you're gonna say, Dino.
Grandma: You want to make pizza, right? ♪ You really took a liking to it, didn’t you?
Dino: Ahaha, you caught me! It’s just so good! I still can’t believe something that delicious exists!
Grandpa: If you love it that much, let’s make as much as you want—together, the three of us. Making it is fun too.
Grandma: We’ve gotten totally hooked on making pizza, haven’t we? Ufufu, who knew we’d pick up a hobby like this?
Grandpa: Yeah. It’s all thanks to you, Dino.
Grandma: Come on, Dino, help us get things ready ♪
Chris: H-Hey, what’s wrong, Leo? You look all serious all of a sudden...
Junior: I know it’s kind of weird to ask nii-chan something like this, but...
Do you remember anything about dad and me? Like, any good memories?
Chris: Huh?
Junior: I-I get asked that kind of stuff a lot in interviews lately, and I figured I should have something ready… I’ve been quietly stressing about it.
Chris: I see… Yeah, I bet fans would be curious. It would feel awkward to dodge the question.
Junior: Back when I joined, I used to just say flat out, “I don’t have any memories with my dad,” but... I’m starting to think I can’t keep that up.
But honestly, I can’t remember a single thing.
Chris: Yeah, I get that. You always liked mom more than dad, and me more than mom.
You were basically always tagging along behind me, wherever I went… Oh!
There was one place you went without me…
Junior: Huh!? You mean...?
Chris: Preschool. Before you started elementary school, when you were about four... you went there too.
Everyone knew you were Leonardo Wright’s son, and if I showed up to drop you off or pick you up, they’d know I was his kid too. So I couldn’t go.
…Well, I also didn’t want the hassle with how I looked back then.
Mom usually did the drop-offs and pick-ups, but around the time dad retired from being a “hero,” he started going sometimes too.
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—Junior's childhood, years ago—
Child: Whoa! It’s Leonardo Wright!
Children: He’s so cool!!
Leonardo Wright: Leonardo, I’m here to pick you up~
Teacher: L-Leonardo Wright! Thanks for coming all this way!
Leonardo Wright: Thank you. Was my son well-behaved?
Teacher: O-Of course! As expected from Leonardo Wright’s son—he was absolutely wonderful!
Leonardo Wright: I see. That’s a relief.
Teacher: Look, Leo! Your papa’s here to pick you up today! Isn’t that great?
Child: Lucky you, Leo! I wish Leonardo Wright was my dad!
Junior: Old man!!
Teacher & Children: Huh!?
Junior: Not “papa”... Old man!!
Leonardo Wright: A-ahaha... That’s his latest obsession. He’s copying his big brother and calling me “Old man”.
Teacher: I-I see. Leo’s growing up little by little, huh~
Junior: Old man! Let’s go home!
Leonardo Wright: All right, all right. Let’s go home together, Leonardo~
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Leonardo Wright: Hey, I don’t mind you calling me “old man”, but... isn’t it a little early for that?
I was kind of hoping you'd call me “papa” just a little longer... you know?
Junior: Where’s niichan?
Leonardo Wright: Ugh... ignored.
He’s probably at band practice again. He’s been pretty busy with that lately.
Junior: I want niichan to pick me up...
Leonardo Wright: Uuh... I get it, but your brother’s got stuff going on too. Let papa handle the pick-ups, okay?
Junior: Mmm...
Leonardo Wright: You really love your brother, huh?
Junior: Yeah! I love him sooo much!
Leonardo Wright: …More than papa?
Junior: Yup!!
Leonardo Wright: Uuh... I knew it, but it still hurts hearing it.
But that’s okay. Chris is my son too, and I love him just as much.
A super hero... no, a legendary hero like me can’t even compete with the strongest big brother, huh?
Junior: The strongest niichan!
Fan A: Leonardo Wright~!
Leonardo Wright: Oh?
Fan B: Wow, it really is Leonardo Wright! I’m a huge fan! I’m so happy to meet you!
Fan C: Leonardo Wright, can I get a photo? And your autograph too, please!
Leonardo Wright: Of course ♪ Just line up and I’ll get to everyone, okay?
Fan A: Ah! Junior’s with him today too! So cute~!
Fan B: What a lucky day, seeing father and son together! Maybe I’ll get Junior’s autograph too while I can!
Leonardo Wright: Haha, he’s not even a “hero” yet, you know?
Fan C: Really? Junior, do you want to be a “hero”?
Junior: Hmm… I dunno.
Fans: So cute~!!
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Leonardo Wright: …That took longer than I expected. You tired, Leonardo?
Junior: Nope, I’m okay.
Leonardo Wright: …You didn’t hate that, did you?
Junior: Hate what?
Leonardo Wright: Being surrounded by papa’s fans, having them talk to you and stuff…
Junior: Hmm-mm. I didn’t mind.
Leonardo Wright: I see...
I’ve already retired, but at this point, I don’t really know how to live as anything but a “hero.”
I even thought about going all in and getting plastic surgery... to leave that identity behind…
But I love being a “hero.” I’m proud I was one. And being surrounded by fans like that is an honor.
I’m greedy, I guess. I want to treasure both my family and my fans to the fullest.
Junior: Oh! An ant!
Leonardo Wright: One day, you’ll understand, too— start thinking like Chris does… huh?
Junior: Mister ant, mister ant ♪
Leonardo Wright: Hey, wait! Hold up…!
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Leonardo Wright: Yeah, I guess that makes sense. Right now, ants are way more interesting than papa’s thoughts.
Junior: Papa! Leo’s hungry!
Leonardo Wright: Oh! Hungry, are we? All right! Let’s go grab your favorite dish ♪
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Junior: N-Now that you mention it… I do kinda remember something like that...
Chris: Before the Helios Tower was built, he got busy again and wasn’t home much, but right after retiring he was basically jobless and always free.
Junior: …………
Manager: Hey, little guy. Your hamburger’s here!
Junior: ! Thank you, manag—!
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Leonardo Wright: Let’s go eat your favorite, hamburger steak!
Junior: Hamburger steak!! Yay~! I love you, papa~!
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Junior: …Come to think of it, he used to take me out for hamburger steak a lot after picking me up.
That’s why I always looked forward to dad picking me up…
Chris: Huh, so he did stuff like that.
Now you’ve got something to say in your interviews ♪ You can even spice it up a bit... say that’s how hamburger steak became your favorite food.
Junior: No way! That part’s definitely not because of him! Definitely not—NO WAY!!
Keith: Hey, you kid over there… What’s that you’re holding?
Asch: !?
Keith: Actually, I don’t even need to ask. That’s clearly fried chicken.
Asch: *gulp*…
Keith: Heh… Heh, heh...
Gimmeeeeeee thaaaaaatttttttttttt!!!
Asch: Waaaaahh!!!???
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Keith: Sorry about that. Guess I kinda lost it from being too hungry.
I mean, I was managing to ignore it, but it smell that good. That’s just asking for trouble. Yeah, totally not my fault.
Asch: …………
Keith: Don’t glare at me like that, I’m actually grateful.
Anyway, what’s a kid like you doing with that much fried chicken? There’s no way you’re finishing it all on your own.
Asch: I accidentally ordered way too much.
Keith: You ordered it yourself? Huh. Not bad for a kid.
Asch: Don’t call me a kid! You’re the kid!
Keith: Haha, say what you want. But seriously, thanks. That hit the spot.
Can’t believe I ran into a kid in the park carrying fried chicken... Thought I was hallucinating or something for a sec. But what were you doing here, eating all by yourself?
Asch: I’m waiting for a "hero"!!
Keith: …A "hero"?
Asch: Yeah! Do you know Jay Kidman!?
Keith: N-Nope, no idea. You’re really hyped though...
Asch: You don’t know him...? Then what about any other "heroes"? Do you know anyone?
Keith: Not a clue. I’m not really into that kind of stuff.
Asch: Ugh...
Oh! Wanna play "heroes" with me!?
Keith: Why would I? I just told you I’m not interested.
Asch: Hmm...
Keith: What, are you like a "hero" geek or something?
Asch: Geek? What’s that?
Keith: Huh? Uh, like... someone who knows a ton about "heroes", or really loves them.
Asch: Yeah! I love them! I’ve got tons of figures and merch!
Keith: That so? Then yeah, you’re definitely a geek.
Asch: I actually met Jay Kidman here once! He was super tall, strong, and super cool!
Keith: So what, did you arrange to meet him again?
Asch: Nope, not at all. I just figured if I waited here, maybe he’d show up again.
Keith: What the heck... So it’s not even a real meeting?
What’s so great about "heroes" anyway? I heard anyone can become one if they want.
Asch: You gonna become one too?
Keith: N-No way...
Honestly, I just wanna live a lazy life doing as little as possible. Somewhere peaceful, where I can chill.
Asch: Is that fun?
Keith: Of course it is~! Ah, but I did hear "heroes" get paid pretty well...
Anyone can become one, the pay’s good… And there’s even a dorm at the academy, right?
…You know what? This might actually be a decent option...
Asch: What’s a dorm?
Keith: A dorm’s a place where you live while going to the academy. Instead of staying at home.
If it means I can move out sooner, then yeah... that sounds amazing, actually.
Asch: ???
Keith: If you become a "hero" too, maybe we’ll meet again someday.
And when I get paid, I’ll buy you some fried chicken to repay you.
Asch: Really!?
Keith: Yeah, yeah. If I remember. ...Wait, I never asked your name, did I?
Asch: I’m―
???: There you are. I can’t believe you wandered off again...
Asch: !!
Jay…!?
Nathan: …………
Asch: …………
Nathan: What kind of face is that? Isn’t it rude to look at your own brother that way, especially after he came all this way to pick you up?
Asch: I didn’t ask you to come.
Nathan: …Come on, let’s go. The car’s waiting.
Asch: N-No!! I don’t wannaaaa gooooo!!
Nathan: Hey—! Stop squirming! That won’t change anything!
Keith: Uh... this looks really sketchy, like an actual kidnapping...
Asch: Help me!
Keith: Eh?
Asch: Heeeeeeeeeelp meeeeeeeeeee!!!
Keith: O-Okay, now this is really looking like a kidnapping...
He said “brother,” right? He really is just picking him up… right?
…Whoa. That’s a seriously expensive car. Okay yeah, definitely not a kidnapping.
(Wait, so this kid’s actually rich?)
(You’d never guess that, seeing him eat fried chicken alone in a park.)
(Makes it even weirder he wants to become a "hero". But hey, whatever...)
(Heeh… I guess I really should head home too.)
…Don’t really wanna go back though.
(But hey, at least I got to stuff myself with fried chicken.)
(And that academy thing...)
(Alright. Maybe I’ll look into it a bit next time—)
MC: And that concludes the escape show brought to you by the Escape Emperor! Everyone, a big round of applause!!
Billy: Wooooow...!
Circus Performer: What a breathtaking performance. As expected from the Escape Emperor. Honestly, most of today’s audience came just to see your father.
You must be proud to have someone like that for a father, Billy.
Billy: Yeah! Someday, I’m totally gonna become just like my... uh, like my master!
Circus Performer: Is that so? Keep at it, kid. You've got talent, maybe you'll even surpass the Escape Emperor someday... Wait a sec...
Since when did you start calling him "Master," anyway?
Billy: Huh? Well, he is my master, right? He’s teaching me everything I need to become a true magician!
Circus Performer: I mean, sure, that’s true, but...
Billy: Ah, the sun’s about to set! I gotta head home! Thanks for everything, see yaaa~!
Neighbor Lady: There’s plenty, so have as much as you like. And warm some up again for your dad when he gets home.
Billy: Okay!! *munch munch*... This stew is super tasty!
Neighbor Lady: Hehe, I'm glad you like it that much. Oh right, Billy, this is that math textbook you said you didn’t have.
I asked around the neighborhood and someone still had a copy. They gave it to me, so take it with you to school starting tomorrow.
Billy: Wow, really? I can have it? Yay~ ♪
Neighbor Lady: Tuition might be free, but textbooks and stuff still cost money... At this rate, you might not even be able to join in school events.
Billy: Oh, that’s okay! Helping my master at the circus is way more fun!
But copying someone else's notes every time in class was rough, so I’m really happy about this♪
Neighbor Lady: I’m glad to hear that. Oh, and take these clothes too, if you’d like. They’re old ones from my boys.
Billy: Huh? Really!? So many of them...
Neighbor Lady: It's fine. They don’t wear them anymore. And I think they’ll look great on you, Billy.
Billy: Thanks, ma’am! If there’s anything I can help you with to say thank you, just let me know! I’m really good at cleaning high places!
Neighbor Lady: Hehe, I’ll take you up on that if something comes up. Also… like I said before, you’re always welcome to eat dinner here, okay? It’s lonely eating alone, isn’t it?
Billy: Nah, I’m okay! I wanna be here to greet Master with a “Welcome home!” when he gets back.
Neighbor Lady: You’re such a sweet boy, Billy… Well, I’ll head out now. Make sure to lock the doors, okay?
Billy: Gotcha☆
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Father: I’m home, Billy! Dad’s back~!
Neighbor Lady: Oh my! That surprised me! Your dad’s already home, Billy!
Father: Whoops, sorry about that! Ms. Smith, thank you as always for looking after Billy.
Billy: Dad, welcom— I mean!
Master! Welcome home! Wait, aren't you back kinda early!?
Father: Yeah. There was a reason today, so I got to leave a bit earlier.
Neighbor Lady: That’s wonderful, Billy. Enjoy a lovely evening together.
Father: Thank you again for everything. If you ever need help with anything, feel free to ask! I’m great at cleaning high places and stuff!
Neighbor Lady: Hehe, I’ll definitely ask. Well then, good night!
Father & Billy: Good niiiight ☆
Father: Alright then… Oh, is that cream stew? It looks amazing♪
Billy: It might’ve gotten cold, so I’ll heat it up for you!
Father: Wait a second, Billy.
Father: I came home early today because... I wanted to talk with you, properly.
Lately, you’ve been acting a little strange, haven’t you?
Billy: Huh...?
Father: Why did you suddenly start calling me “Master”?
Billy: W-Well... at the circus, you are my master, right? So I thought maybe it’d be better to call you that...
Father: Even at home? You were about to say “Dad” just now, but stopped and corrected yourself. That’s been bothering me.
Billy: ...Was that wrong?
Father: It’s not about being wrong. I just think... we should talk about why you're doing it.
I know it might be hard to say, so I’ll ask you straight, does this have to do with what we talked about the other day? About your real mom and dad?
Billy: …………
Father: I told you that your real parents died in an accident, and that I’m not your biological father.
When you asked where your mom was, I didn’t want to lie, so I told you the truth… But maybe that was a mistake.
I always thought I’d have to tell you someday, but maybe it was too soon…
It must’ve been a shock, learning I wasn’t your real dad.
Billy: N-No, that’s not it!
I wasn’t shocked… I mean, I was surprised, sure, but…
I don’t really remember my real dad or mom, so…
To me, you are my dad. The dad standing right in front of me now.
But… to you, that’s not true, right?
Father: ...What?
Billy: To you, I’ve never been your real kid.
So isn’t it weird for me to call you “Dad”…?
Father: Billy...
Billy: …………
Father: That’s not true at all, Billy.
I don’t even know what having a real son feels like.
But I do know this, I think of you as my son. And I love you with all my heart.
And from now on, for the rest of my life… I want to be your dad, Billy.
Billy: Hicc… Daaaaad...
Father: You’re so thoughtful, Billy. I love your kind heart.
Billy: I love you too, Dad… more than anyone in the whole world...
I wanna be your kid forever… for the rest of my life…
Father: HAHAHA~! Looks like we both feel the same ♪
So, does that settle it? If there’s anything else you want to ask about your real parents, anything at all... just say it.
No need to hold back between us, okay?
Billy: Then… I wanna hear about your past. Like, why did you decide to take me in? Tell me all the details!
Father: Ohh, going straight to that, huh...
Alright! Then let’s talk while we eat, while we brush our teeth, while we’re in bed. I'll tell you everything ♪
I’ll keep talking until you say, “I’m sleepy, dad~,” so be ready, alright?
Billy: Waaah...! Ehehe, this is gonna be the best night ever♪
Nathan: I knew it. Here you are again, playing your “Hero” games.
Amy: Asch, don’t you think it’s a little embarrassing to be yelling like that all by yourself in a public park?
Nathan: If people find out you're an Albright, it could damage the family name. That would be quite the scandal.
Asch: Uuugh... Shut up, shut up, shut up! Go away, both of you!
Nathan: That’s exactly what I mean—stop shouting. We didn’t come here to make you quit your “Hero” games.
Amy: Right. But think about it—playing by yourself in a place like this makes you look like a really pitiful kid. That’s the problem.
Nathan: Even the servants have started whispering about how much they pity you.
Amy: So today, we’ve decided to play your “Hero” game with you.
Asch: …Huh?
Nathan: We’ve stationed a camera crew nearby, out of sight. We’ll record the three of us getting along nicely as siblings, and use it for PR if the need arises.
If rumors start spreading that we hate each other or that the youngest is neglected, this will shut them down.
Asch: You two… You’re really going to play “Hero” with me?
Amy: Yes, that’s right. You should be grateful, Asch.
Asch: Wha—...WHAAAAAA!!!
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Amy: So. Let’s get to it. What were you doing just now?
Asch: Just now?
Amy: That whole “splat” and “kaboom” thing. You were shouting weird sound effects, weren’t you?
Nathan: You always do that when you're deep into your “Hero” act. What exactly are you trying to express?
Asch: That’s my hero powers!
Kicks, punches, flying, fire blasts, laser beams…!
Heroes can use all kinds of awesome powers!
Nathan: And what exactly are your powers? Surely you don’t have all of them at once?
Asch: I’m the kind of hero who can do anything!
Nathan: Hm. That sounds... vaguely defined. Well, I guess that’s fine for a child’s game. Still doesn’t sit quite right with me...
Amy: That’s not the issue, brother.
Nathan: Huh?
Amy: The powers used by someone from House Albright shouldn’t be so plain—just flying or shooting lasers? That’s far too basic.
We need something far more noble and dignified—something fitting of our lineage.
Asch: N-noble...? Dignified...?
Amy: Of course. As Albrights, we’re meant to stand above the rest. We need a power that makes others bow down before us.
Oh! What about a power that lets your words become commands—like absolute obedience?
Nathan: You mean... mind control?
Amy: Exactly. Say “get on the ground,” and they obey. Tell them to spin around three times and bark, and they do it.
Asch: Ughhh… That’s not cool at all...
Amy: Coolness has nothing to do with it.
Asch: It does too! I want more kaboom! More bam-bam!
Amy: Silence, Asch!
If used properly, it’s a power that lets you win without even lifting a finger—without getting your hands dirty. What could be better?
Nathan: Though… mastering such a power might be beyond Asch’s capability.
Amy: True. It’s probably better suited to you or me, dear brother.
Asch: Hmph...
Nathan: Well, let’s set aside the debate about powers and get started with the actual “Hero” game.
Asch, what are we supposed to do?
Asch: I’m the hero, so you two be the bad guys!
Nathan & Amy: The bad guys…?
Asch: Yeah! The villains who rampage through the city! Then I’ll show up all cool and defeat you! And then you yell “I’m defeated!” and run away!
Nathan: I see… So for the hero to shine, there must be evil to defeat.
And until now, you’ve been playing both roles by yourself, haven’t you...
Amy: Brother, focus. That’s not the issue here.
Nathan: Wha—
Amy: Asch, recite our family’s code. You do remember it, right?
Asch: "…The Albrights always win"?
Amy: That’s right! It’s a law, no, a divine command, that those of Albright blood must never lose.
So if we’re going to play “Hero” together, then all three of us must win! No one is allowed to lose!
Asch: …!
Nathan: B-but… this is just a kid’s game! You really don’t have to take it that seriously!
Amy: Oh, brother, how soft you are. I, for one, refuse to lose, even in a game.
So you play the villain by yourself and let him beat you. Got it?
Nathan: …!
Amy: I’ll be the commander of the hero. That way, even Asch can use his powers effectively.
My orders are absolute. Understood, Asch?
Asch: Grr…
Amy: What? Why is your face all red?
Asch: I’ve had it!! I’m done playing “Hero”!!
I swear, I’ll never ever EVER play “Hero” with you two again, for the rest of my life!!
Nathan & Amy: !?
Nathan: What are you talking about, Asch!? We’re going out of our way to play your game! What’s wrong with that!?
Asch: Shut up, shut up, shut up! I’m gonna hide all your glasses later, big bro!
Nathan: Wha—!?
Asch: And I’m bringing tons of greasy fried chicken to sis!!
Amy: D-don’t you dare! That revolting, grease-soaked monstrosity… Don’t you dare bring that into our home!