"Ah choo!"
At the military base on the death coast, the mosquito standing next to the warehouse suddenly sneezed without warning, sniffed and muttered.
"Granny Te, who has a crush on me behind my back..."
Hearing the sound of "A-choo", the little brother of the rat race who followed him quickly took off his coat and put it on his shoulder.
Although it was not cold at all, the mosquito accepted his kindness.
In fact, although he didn't think highly of his attendant in front of the elder brother, he just said it.
And this kind of talk, big