Tokyo Airport.

The boy wearing a hooded sweatshirt and shorts walked out of the passageway.

The exposed legs were wearing black knee pads.

Dragging a black suitcase that was almost half a man tall.

He walked towards a black Porsche parked outside the airport with a clear purpose.

Open the car door and sit in the back seat.

"Welcome back, Clear." Vodka smiled honestly in the driver's seat.

The boy lifted his hat, revealing his hidden white hair, and his eyes wrapped in black ribbons, and his smile was bright.

"Thank you Uncle Vodka." His smile and voice always had a clean and gentle feeling.

Or maybe it was because of his snow-white hair, snow-white skin, or something else.

"Don't pretend, Ivy." The man with long silver hair glanced at him lukewarmly.

"Okay, papa." Miyamoto Aito put away his smile and sat upright.

Gin stopped talking.

Aito Miyamoto took out a book from his clothes.

"The book says this title helps to enhance our father-son relationship..." Miyamoto Aito said as he held the book.

Vodka looked back curiously and saw the title of the book.

How to Make Father Like You More

"The Secret of Harmonious Familiarity between Father and Son"

"Clear, you are really working hard, to make your brother like you..." Vodka sighed with admiration.

Avicler's persistence in fatherly love really shocked him every time he saw him.

But the other party himself didn't think there was any problem at all, and it could even be said that his attitude was so serious that he was pious.

"After all, there is only one father's role." The white-haired and blue-eyed boy nodded seriously.

Moreover, Gin is his guardian, so it is absolutely fine to call him father.

"I heard that you have a close relationship with Weimes (Belmode). Next time I see each other, do I need to call her mother or mammy?" Miyamoto Aito asked seriously.

"No, shut up, Ivy." The man with long silver hair looked cold.

"Stay away from that woman," he warned.

Belmode is a typical mystic. It is better not to get too close to the other person like Aviclear, who is easily affected.

If Avicler becomes a mystic who speaks like that woman and only speaks halfway, he will be unable to help but beat this little devil.

"I get it, papa." Miyamoto Aito's expression was serious.

Be careful to stay away from Belmode.

Fortunately, I didn’t have any contact with each other when I was in the United States.

"Did you remember my memories?" Gin seemed to be tempted, and it seemed to be just asking casually.

"Not at all." The white-haired and blue-eyed boy shook his head.

His memory began with his resurrection on the corpse of the original owner seven years ago.

He knew nothing about the original owner's past, and he knew nothing about his own past.

He doesn't know whether the original owner has family or whether his family is looking for him.

He just met Gin, who was killing people on the 1,001 night of imprisonment.

For some reason, the other party did not kill him to silence him, but took him away from the murder scene.

Thinking about it now, maybe the original owner's identity is of some value.

"You made a big fuss in the United States last night." The man with long silver hair said indifferently.

"It's just a farewell ceremony." Miyamoto Aito's face was serious.

After all, I lived in New York for a while and should have left some footprints when I left.

It reminds New Yorkers of his footprints as soon as they see them.

Aito Miyamoto just wants to be remembered, what's wrong with this?

"Speaking of this, how tall have you grown in the past three years?" Vodka asked suddenly.

Miyamoto Aito put away his silent book without saying a word.

"Ten centimeters." Gin said as if in a good mood.

He can only find out a person's physical value by looking at it a few times.

Avicler has only grown ten centimeters in the past three years.

"It's said it's sixteen, but this little devil still looks like he is twelve years old." Gin's tone was smiling.

The white-haired and blue-eyed boy touched his knees wearing knee pads.

These legs have been broken for nearly three years.

He touched his arm again, and there were rows of needle-like scars at the location of the blood vessels on his arm.

The couple lost son was only nine years old. In order not to let him grow up, they continued to inject him with a drug that inhibits growth.

So much so that when he was imprisoned at the age of nine, his height and appearance had almost no change from when he was nine.

Even after escaping later, he had only grown fourteen centimeters in total in nearly four years.

Even though he is now sixteen years old, he is only 1.44 meters tall.

Even the appearance looks like a boy of eleven or twelve years old.

"I will grow taller." The white-haired and blue-eyed boy said with a confident face.

Even if it is only 30 to 4 centimeters a year, it will be 30 to 40 centimeters in ten years. When he is twenty-six years old, he will be 1.8 meters tall.

"Your identity has been arranged." Gin didn't seem to listen to the other party's declaration at all.

"But from now on, you are twelve years old." said the man with long silver hair.

"But I'm already sixteen years old." The white-haired and blue-eyed boy reminded with his lips pursed.

How can you live smaller and smaller like this?

"This is an order." Gin said coldly.

It's so suspicious to be like this at the age of sixteen.

"Okay, papa." Miyamoto's unhappy mood had already appeared on his face, pressing down the corners of his mouth, but he still said obediently.

For a harmonious father-son relationship, it is almost twelve years old.

Anyway, even if I tell others that I am sixteen, I will be regarded as an eleven or 2-year-old primary school student or a year-old junior high school student.

"Is there any task for transferring me back to Japan?" He asked again.

"You can't stay in the United States for the time being." Gin just said.

If I allowed Aviclear to stay in the United States, he would be discovered.

He has been a member of the organization. The organization has maintained the other party for four years, but he will not be so simple to let him go.

"Okay...what do I need to do? Can I say hello to Japan?" The white-haired and blue-eyed boy asked with a gentle smile.

"Hide your identity and wait for notification." The man with long silver hair said.

"Don't make too much noise." His tone was calm.

That's not possible, keep a low profile.

But as long as the identity is hidden well enough, right?

Miyamoto Aito thought in his heart.

"Okay, papa." The answer was well-behaved on his face.

Gin was too lazy to correct Avicler’s name.

Perhaps because of the fact that I had nothing in my memory, Avi Klier especially liked to play house tricks, often made some paper people who looked very weird and put those paper people who were not colored but already had lifelike humanoid figures together to play house.

I don't know if it was bought or made by myself.

I also arranged an identity for every paper person.

Some paper people even have code names for gin, vodka, etc.

He calls his father, Uncle Vodka, and even the boss is called uncle.

They are brothers with Junerick, and Shirley and Miyano Akimi are brothers with them.

He has all established a family role as a member of the familiar organization.
To be continued...