The performance of the wandering group, which Ariel had been eyeing for a while, was still in full swing.
Ariel was struggling to see the performance, jumping from afar because she couldn't penetrate the crowd.
Shortly after, Edgar ca up with a paper bag in one hand and touched her shoulder.
"I saw a rabbit from a distance.
Edgar, who was munching sothing out of a paper bag held in one hand, offended her with a playful look.
"Are you making fun of ?"
"Of course."
See.
You are making fun of your childhood friend after growing up together with no difference in height in the past.
Regrettably, Edgar's current height was about the sa as her mother, Helena.
Perhaps sticking his head alittle bit out of the crowd would be enough to see the wandering troupe's performance.
It was a whole different story from her, who can only see scenes of people hopping and gliding.
"It's going to be hard to pierce into the crowd. There are too many people.
"I know that. That's why I'm doing this.
There was no way a concept of order or consideration to be present for the audiences watching such street performances.
They don't even pay for it in the first place, so they'll just have to enjoy themselves.
Edgar, who was staring at Ariel, who had beco sullen, crouched down as if he had made up his mind.
Then he patted on his shoulder and said to her casually.
"Get on. I'll show you."
"Mi, are you crazy? It's dangerous."
She knew that he had superior muscle strength compared to other boys of his age, but the demands of simply carrying on a piggyback and riding on his shoulders were two completely different things.
There was a high possibility of a catastrophe if she were to accidentally fell down.
Above all, asking her to ride on his shoulders while wearing a skirt is not considerate of this man at all?
"I won't let you get hurt even if you were to accidentally fall, so don't worry about it. Put this around your waist first."
"Is this?"
What Edgar threw carelessly into her hand was the thin vest he was wearing under his long coat.
Is it because he was afraid that her skirt would roll up and her skin would be exposed? Is that why he offered his vest for her to wrap around her waist?
Never before has she imagined that this dull man would have such ticulous consideration.
"The performance will be over. Make a quick decision."
"Get on, I will get on!
Seeing his indifferent eyes looking up at her, Ariel felt agitated and strode forward.
As he has said, she wrapped the vest around her waist and, after making sure that her skin wouldn't be exposed, she then draped her legs over his shoulders.
Only then did Edgar hand her the paper bag he was holding in one hand.
A savory sll wafted up from inside her.
You can enjoy the performance while eating. And it is delicious.
Ugh, yes.
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