While other saints were in a critical situation, I, who was completely unaware of such a situation, was also in an ongoing crisis.

Because, as I said, I was in the middle of a crisis.

"...... Mom?"

...... what?"

No, I'm not your mom!

I was shocked to see her.

Yes, a strange girl suddenly appeared and called me mom.

She must have been around six years old.

She was a cute little girl dressed in black and carrying a stuffed animal that looked like a rabbit.

The question is why such a little girl called me "mom," but I don't remember that at all.

If Iguza or the pigs had attacked me in my sleep, there might have been a possibility, but they would have found out on the way and I would not have been able to match their age.

Then whose child is this?

Well, since she's in a place like this, she's probably the child of a minotaur, but even so, how could she have mistaken me for her mom?

The most important thing to remember is that the best way to get the most out of your home is to be a good friend.

......"

This girl is not a minotaur!

Intruder, intruder!　As I was getting despondent, a pig appeared with a swollen face and unsteady steps, saying "Se, saintly ......!

Apparently, the madam's husband had beaten him to a pulp.

I was glad she didn't get minced, right?

I guess I was lucky he didn't mince me," she said.

I mean, here we are at the right place, pig!　Look at her!

"...... Yes?"

I looked down at the girl and saw that she was hiding "mama ......" while squeezing the hem of my dress.

And.

The swelling on the pig's face went down and returned to normal.

As I was wondering what was going on, the pig knelt down on the ground, smiled, and said, "It's me, Daddy.

It's daddy.

--Bashin!

Abuuuuuuu!

What are you talking about all of a sudden?　You should keep your jokes to your face!

"Zu, Zubibazen......"

While the pig was apologizing to me as he was dying, I explained the situation to him with a sharp snort.

Then the pig, with a bright red slap mark on his face, crossed his arms in wonder and said, "But it's a funny story.

But it's a strange story, isn't it? Even if you mistake her for your mother, she doesn't seem to be from this village at all ......."

--He glanced at her.

It's a tribal thing, isn't it?　It's definitely not about breasts, is it?"

The pigs are not only the most popular, but they are also the most popular in the world.

I nodded my head, my voice cracking as if I were a puppet.

"Hmmm, there you are.

!"

Ignifel-sama, who had been looking around the village, suddenly appeared in front of us.

Ignifer-sama!

Naturally, the pigs, who had recently lost all sense of propriety, tried to indulge in her bountiful breasts, but...

--But then, "Hush!

"Hibu!

He was grabbed by the face just in time.

As expected of Ignifer-sama.

The pig's huge body was lifted in the air with one hand.

I am sorry, child dwarf. This body already belongs to my husband. Therefore, I will not let anyone but him touch it.

Yes, that's right. ......

By the way, why do you have a "demon" with you?　Are they not our enemies?"

What?

What's a "demon"?

This girl is a demon?

I was about to pop out both eyes with a startling realization...

I was about to jump out of my skin when I heard the following words: "...... Mom?"

No, I'm not your mama!

The fact that she was the mother of a demon tribe was more shocking and unbearable than the fact that she was the mother of a demon tribe.