[Code Geass] Irregular 309

Chapter 309 – Abduction.

“Ugh! You fucking bastards!”

Speaky, who stopped by Narvik Port after a long time, came to play at Woojin’s house and was beaten up. Seven children were clinging to him on the sofa. I couldn’t help but feel the heat of Woojin’s smile on the other side.

“Pirate Captain! Pirate Captain! Die! Die!”
“Especially this bastard is so nasty that I want to hit him the most.”

Speaky is a blonde kid punching his thigh. He said to Ugin, pointing the finger at Lirina’s son, Milo. Woojin spoke to Milo at Speaky’s words.

“Milo. Do you want to catch a flight?”
“Omg!”

At Ugin’s words, Milo, who had been punching Speaky’s thigh for a long time, drew his face. Airplane? Speaky recognized right away from Woojin’s words that it was a method used to scold children.

“What is that plane? Please teach me how to do it.”

Spike was tempted and asked. When only one Milo, who had been slapping his thigh, calmed down, the irritation he felt from the children playing on his body was reduced by more than half in an instant. It was fitting that most of the irritable Milo was in charge of this situation.

“I can’t do it for my uncle.”

Woojin laughed at Speaky’s request and shook his head. All the other wives were out in the backyard enjoying tea time. At the small table in the living room, talking to Speaky, who came to play after a long time, was Woojin, and all of Woojin’s children, who unexpectedly liked Speaky.

“Mister! Mister! After talking with Dad, let’s go to the village together!”

Cried Sophie, who was clinging to Speaky’s shoulder. Because he put his mouth to Speaky’s ear and shouted, Speaky’s left ear seemed to ring. It wasn’t much because they were children.

“Ah! I’m going crazy! I don’t play with little kids!”
“Ah! Aaaaa! No! Why! Go to town!”

Spike was dumbfounded. Even his old sailors tremble with his own screams, tempered by his long life at sea. His voice, as if he had boiled a train fire, also played a role. Even his own grandchildren are busy crying when Speaky is yelled at like this. However, Woojin’s children had lost all of their coward heads, as if they hadn’t eaten properly.

“Uncle Joe…”
“Oh. Delia. Long time no see. How are you?”

The only child Speaky loves is Biretta’s daughter, Delia. Delia, a bon-to-be girl, was not one to bother Speaky. Besides, she is beautiful and cute just like her mother, and the most important thing about her is that she loves Speaky so much.

“Yeah. Mister, why are you here now? Didn’t you miss Delia?”
“I missed you. How much did you miss her?”

Speaky was mesmerized by Delia’s cuteness as she put her finger in her mouth in front of him and asked, and picked her up and put her on her lap. Delia didn’t resist and quietly entrusted her body to Speaky’s touch. It is cute like a doll. Speaky ran her hand through Delia’s hair, carefully stroking her, lest it hurt. Delia gleefully closed her eyes and put her head in Speaky’s caress.

“Delia’s cuteness is out of this world. Well, most of them are cute.”

Except for that guy. Speaky pointed again at Milo, who had calmed down after the airplane threat. Milo sulked. As you can see, Speaky is an occasional guest. He comes once a month at the earliest, once every two or three months at the latest. None of the kids hated Speaky. The same goes for Milo.

“But, don’t hate me because everyone likes Speaky.”

Ugin picked up the sullen Milo and stroked her hair. Milo, who had been frozen since Ugin lifted him up, thinking he was getting on a plane, relaxed when he realized that Woojin was just stroking him.

“Mister? Mister? Mister, when are you going?”

Sophie, who was riding on her shoulder, asked Speaky. Maria, who was pulling the hem of her Sophie’s dress to claim her Speaky’s shoulder, stopped pulling to claim her Speaky’s shoulder at her Sophie’s question and looked at her Speaky. Maria was also curious about when Speaky would go.

“Why are you curious about that? Kids play with each other. Stop bothering me.”
“Ah. That’s what he said, but he said it would hurt if we avoided him.”

Miko, who was tickling Speaky by opening and closing her fingers, laughed at Speaky’s words. She sees a vein welling up on Speaky’s forehead. She dropped Milo and there was one more barefoot kid on her feet. Naomi’s daughter, Miko.

“Noisy. Can’t we go to the mothers now?
“It’s nice.”
“…”

With Maria’s murmur beside her, Speaky gave up putting her children down. Fortunately, except for Milo, Naoto and Andrew quietly sat next to Speaky.

“I will become a pirate captain like you.”

Naoto declared while looking at Speaky with bright eyes. Spike laughed. He is a fisherman, not a pirate captain. A small relationship with Woo-jin from a long time ago was still going on. Still, he was very cute when he saw a child who wanted to kick the boat after him.

“Does your mother give permission?”
“Yeah! My mom is a great pirate captain like Mr. Speaky, so she told me to plunder innocent civilians?”
“…”

Spike had nothing to say. I heard that Naoto’s mother is Karen. She didn’t know how to educate her children, but she knew for sure that there was no answer. Woojin, who saw Speaky’s expression and realized what he was thinking, quickly defended Karen.

“Don’t get me wrong. What Karen said has something to do with whether Santa exists or not.”

Speechy nodded his head at Woojin’s name. Indeed, if one day his hair grows a bit thicker, the fact that his future hope is a pirate will become a shameful dark history. If that time comes quickly, there will be an assortment to tease Naoto. Speaky sincerely thought that it would be nice if that time would come soon.

“Andrew, what are your hopes for the future?”

Speaky asked while stroking Andrew’s head, who was the second child he liked, who was mature and decent despite being a boy, but who was calm and timid when spoken to badly. Andrew lowered his eyes and reddened his cheeks.

“Chef…”
“Oh. The cook. That’s good.”

Speechy nodded at Andrew’s small reply. The murder weapon’s son, his wife was a renowned scientist. Since the two of them had a mixed child, I knew that a murder weapon scientist would emerge, but the child born between the two had a very peaceful job as a dream.

“I want to become a cook and teach my mom how to cook.”
“…”

Andrew, too, had big dreams. Speaky, who came to play here from time to time, knew Cecil’s cooking skills. She has the ability to kill people without poison with food. Andrew’s dream was on the same level as teaching chimpanzees quantum physics.

“Is that possible?”
“I don’t think it’s…Impossible…”

A saying like that is not what should come out at this time. Speaky thought so, but she didn’t want to upset Andrew by spitting it out. It’s an impossible dream for him, but if he worked hard for it, Andrew might be able to become a world-renowned chef over time.

“I’m going to be a hitman!”

Cried Milo, who had been sitting quietly on Ugin’s lap. Speaky looked at Milo with her genuinely pitiful eyes, then, realizing who Milo’s mom was and what her dad’s old job was, she shifted her gaze to Woojin.
Woojin, who received Speaky’s cold gaze, cleared his throat.

“That… Liliana already teaches me a few things.”
“Oh my god…”

Spike was stunned. Ririna Ramen is Woojin’s apprentice. Although her apprentice became her older brother and her sweetheart, she learned all of her killing skills that Ririna possesses from her Uzin. That she taught it to her own 5-year-old? When Speaky made an expression of disbelief, Woojin sighed too.

“Milo. Hitman isn’t for everyone.”
“She said her mother was talented?”
“I guess so.”

If Woojin and Ririna’s son doesn’t have talent, then who has talent? Speaky thought so, then looked at Naoto. It was because I wondered if Naoto would be the most gifted child in terms of fighting ability. The person who always goes up and down when asked about being the strongest in the world is Naoto’s mother. She is karen Because Woojin was also able to nod her head when it came to her talent. The true No. 1 must eventually be Woo-jin, but Naoto’s lineage is, in a way, the fruit of the best among the sexes. When Speaky, who was looking at Naoto, looked at her Ugin, Ugin nodded her head.

“You are right.”
“It’s a waste.”

It was a word with many meanings. Woojin shrugged her shoulders. At a time like this, I didn’t want my children to learn combat skills.

“Well. It’s good when you can think it’s a waste. If it wasn’t for that, it would have been a pity.”
“I agree.”

Speaky said that and nodded her head. Even if Naoto’s talent was called the best in the world, it was a talent workplace where there was nothing to regret. Still, it was not only Ugin and Karen who did not want the era to come again where Naoto had to learn and use killing techniques, but also Speaky who was here now.

“Are you leaving tomorrow?”
“Yes.”

At Woojin’s question, Speaky nodded her head. Shouldn’t we at least take a day off and leave? The little ones here are excellent at annoying people, but like Miko’s answer earlier, if you don’t see them, you’ll be very sad.

“Then how about going for a walk with the kids?”
“Walk?”
“Yeah!”

At Woojin’s words, Speaky asked with a dumbfounded expression, and the tempting children ran around singing hurray. Woojin was smiling at Speaky.

“Yes. Take a walk.”

Spike hit his forehead.

Oh my god.