Crossover Anime: How a Shameless Person Lives

"I'm back♪♪~"

"Welcome back, Dad!"

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Sylvie quickly shut down her computer and jogged over to greet it.

"Hop-hop ♬! My good daughter!"

Mercury held Sylvie and spun her around twice in mid-air.

After landing, his hand naturally landed on her head, gently stroking it.

"Hmph, let me replenish my Little Xi's power."

"Daddy~ I love Daddy the most!"

Sylvie closed her eyes comfortably, enjoying the massage that had lasted for six hours, and squinted contentedly.

Tomie, watching this scene from the side, scoffed in displeasure and didn't say anything more.

He hung his coat by the door, sat down on the sofa, and casually turned on the TV.

Back in Great Britain, she was annoyed by this little girl who had suddenly barged into their lives.

Although Mercury insists on keeping it at home, it's just treated as a pet dog.

Want to be her mother?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Sylvie's head was being rubbed by Mercury, her little face flushed, like a kitten being stroked, and she clung tightly to him, refusing to leave.

She secretly glanced at Tomie sitting on the sofa, her eyes filled with a timid attempt to please, yet also a cautious dependence.

She desperately wanted her mother to accept her, but every time she met the other woman's cold and distant gaze, she couldn't help but shrink back in fear.

"Come on, my sweet daughter, let's go play games. Don't worry about your mom, that's just how she is."

As Mercury spoke, he took Sylvie's small hand.

"Have you all forgotten about me?!"

Just then, Hiratsuka Shizuka, who had been silent all along, came to her senses.

Looking at the eerie yet heartwarming scene in the room, the wrinkles in my mind seemed to be smoothed out.

Two parents who are in school, and a daughter who is only a few years younger.

Is this really a human family?

In comparison, hitting someone in a car accident doesn't seem like a matter that needs to be resolved immediately.

As her thoughts drifted to this point, Hiratsuka Shizuka suddenly slapped her thigh. "That's right! Where's that boy!?"

The expression that had been watching the drama unfold instantly froze, and the memory of the rear-end collision came flooding back.

She followed Mercury back because of the car accident she had been in.

Upon entering, he was stunned by the bizarrely warm scene of the family of three, completely forgetting about the boy in black.

Mercury paused in his grasp of Sylvie's hand. "Oh, you mean that handsome young man in black? I packed him up and threw him in the trunk."

The tone was casual, as if he were talking about just some random piece of junk that he casually tossed aside.

Hiratsuka Shizuka's pupils dilated in shock. She abruptly stood up and rushed to him, her voice rising several octaves: "The trunk?! Are you crazy? There was a living person in there!"

"Why didn't you say anything when I tied it to the sports car?" Mercury's eye twitched, wondering if Hiratsuka Shizuka had been mentally retarded.

Or perhaps this seemingly reliable adult woman turned out to be more vulnerable than one might have imagined after the unexpected incident.

"No, no, we need to call an ambulance. Also, this is a hit-and-run. I'll call home later and help you sort this out."

As she spoke, Hiratsuka Shizuka hurriedly took out her phone and was about to dial a number.

"Come on, it's just a vengeful spirit." Mercury stopped her and explained some urban legends about vengeful spirits.

As a corner of a vast worldview is revealed.

Hiratsuka Shizuka's hand froze in mid-air, her expression as colorful as a palette.

One moment she was unbelievably pale, the next she blushed with layers of red because of Mercury's nonchalant explanation, and finally she turned into a completely stunned look as if she had been struck by lightning.

"Wraiths? Urban legends? And those strange mechanics you mentioned..." She mechanically repeated these words, swallowing hard.

"You mean, the boy I bumped into wasn't human, he was... a monster that only exists in legends?"

"Could a normal person survive being hit like that by you?" Mercury said.

Hearing this, Hiratsuka Shizuka recalled the information she had processed, took a deep breath, and asked seriously, "Are there many vengeful spirits like that? And what you described as something even more terrifying, do they really exist?"

"Otherwise what?" Tomie suddenly turned her head, looking at Mercury with a deep gaze. "Of course, there are many 'things' in this world that are more terrifying than people, such as certain uninvited guests who only know how to steal love."

These words abruptly shifted Hiratsuka Shizuka's topic from "paranormal events" to "a chaotic situation."

Sylvie looked up at Tomie with a pitiful expression, "Mommy... Sylvie isn't an uninvited guest... Sylvie will be good and won't cause any trouble..."

"Who asked you to call me 'Mom'!" Tomie exploded, her aura overwhelming, her eyes filled with warning. "Don't call me 'Mom,' do you hear me?!"

She just couldn't stand seeing this little girl taking advantage of her and trying to curry favor with her!

Here we go again.

Mercury sighed and rubbed his forehead, holding Sylvie's hand with one hand and putting his arm around Tomie's shoulder with the other, pulling them both into his arms.

"Alright, alright, we're all family."

"Who says we're family!" Tomie angrily slapped his hand away, but didn't actually push him off.

Seeing that the atmosphere had become incredibly harmonious again, Hiratsuka Shizuya suppressed what he was about to say and sat down opposite them.

"Putting aside all the urban legends and vengeful spirits, this is the...daughter you picked up?"

His brain automatically skipped over the previous chaos and his gaze fell on Sylvie, scrutinizing her carefully.

The more he looked, the more his brows furrowed.

"His physical condition is absolutely appalling!" That was her first thought after observing him.

His entire body was covered in burns and chemical marks, and he was incredibly thin.

Her eyes didn't look like someone her age. Although she looked at me with an air of sophistication, it seemed more like a bluff after someone had been forcibly indoctrinated with her ideas.

"How are your grades?" Hiratsuka Shizuka subconsciously reached for a cigarette, but then forcibly stopped herself.

Since I've been "invited" to be a tutor, I should at least understand the child's academic performance first.

As for what exactly happened to her, that's a question that reopens old wounds, you can quietly ask Mercury.

There's no need to rub salt into a little girl's wound.