Tokyo Airport.

A teenager in a hooded sweatshirt and shorts walked out of the hallway.

Wear black knee pads on the exposed legs and knees.

Lugging a black suitcase that was almost half his height as a man.

Purposefully walked towards a black Porsche parked outside the airport.

Open the door and sit in the back seat.

"Welcome back, Clear." Sitting in the driver's seat, vodka has a simple smile.

The boy lifted his hat, revealing hidden snow-white hair and eyes wrapped in black ribbons, and a bright smile.

"Thank you, Uncle Vodka." His smile and voice always have a clean and soft feel.

Or maybe it's because of his snow-white hair, snow-white complexion, or something else.

"Don't pretend, Ive." The man with long silver hair glanced at him lukewarmly.

"Okay, Papa." Miyamoto Ato put away his smile and sat down.

Gin suddenly stopped talking.

Miyamoto Ato pulled out a book from his clothes.

"The book says that this will help improve our father-son relationship......" Miyamoto said, holding the book up.

Vodka glanced back curiously and saw the title of the book.

How to Make Your Father Like You More

"The Secret of Harmony between Father and Son"

"Clear, you're really working hard, in order to make the big brother like you......" Vodka sighed with admiration.

Avi Creel's dedication to his father's love is something that shocks him once he sees it.

But the other party himself didn't think there was anything wrong with it at all, and it could even be said that he was serious and pious.

"After all, there is only one role for a father." The white-haired and blue-eyed boy nodded seriously.

And Gin is his guardian, and it's perfectly fine to call his father.

"I heard that you and Vermouth (Belmode) have a close relationship, the next time we see each other, do I need to call her mother or Mammy?" Miyamoto Ato asked earnestly.

"No, shut up, Ive." The man with long silver hair had a cold expression.

"Stay away from that woman." He warned.

Belmode is a typical mystic, and it is better not to get too close to someone like Avi Clear.

If Aviclell had become a half-talkative mystic like the woman, it would have been hard for him not to beat up the imp.

"I see, Papa." Miyamoto Aitto's expression was serious.

Be careful to stay away from Belmode.

Fortunately, I didn't have much contact with each other when I was in the United States.

"Do you remember your memory?" Gin seems to be tempting, and it seems to be just asking casually.

"Not at all." The white-haired, blue-eyed teenager shook his head.

His memories begin with his resurrection on the body of the original owner seven years ago.

Nothing is known about the past of the original owner, and nothing is known about his own past.

He didn't know whether the original owner had a family or not, and whether his family was looking for him.

It was only on the thousandth and first night of his captivity that he met Gin, who was killing people, on the way to escape.

The other party didn't kill him for some reason, but left the murder scene with him.

Now that I think about it, I guess the identity of the original owner has some value.

"You made a big fuss in the United States last night." The man with long silver hair was not salty or light.

"It's just a farewell ceremony." Miyamoto Aitto's face was full of seriousness.

I've lived in New York for a few years, and I'm going to leave some footprints behind.

Let New Yorkers remember his footprints as soon as they see it.

Miyamoto Aitto just wants to be remembered, what's wrong with that?

"Speaking of which, how much taller have you grown in the past three years?" Vodka asked suddenly.

Miyamoto Aito silently put away the book and said nothing.

"Ten centimeters." Gin said as if he was in a good mood.

He only needs to look at it a few times to know a person's body value.

In the past three years, Avi Crell has only grown ten centimeters.

"Sixteen, this little imp still looks the same as twelve." Gin said with a smile.

The white-haired, blue-eyed boy touched his knee with a knee pad.

These legs have been broken for almost three years.

He touched his arm again, and there were rows of needle-like scars where the blood vessels on the arm were.

The couple lost their son, who was only nine years old, and in order to prevent him from growing up, they continued to inject him with growth-inhibiting drugs.

So much so that from the time he was imprisoned at the age of nine to the time he escaped at the age of twelve, his height and appearance barely changed from when he was nine.

Even if he escaped later, in nearly four years, he only grew a total of fourteen centimeters.

Even if he says he is sixteen years old now, his height is only one meter four four.

Even he looks like an eleven or twelve-year-old boy on the outside.

"I'll be taller." The white-haired and blue-eyed boy said with a look of conviction.

Even if he only grows three or four centimeters a year, he will have thirty or forty centimeters in ten years, and when he is twenty-six years old, he will be one meter eight tall.

"Your identity has been arranged." Gin didn't seem to heed the other party's statement at all.

"But from now on, you're twelve." The man with long silver hair said.

"But I'm sixteen." The white-haired and blue-eyed teenager pursed his lips in remind.

How can there be such a life that grows smaller and smaller?

"It's an order." Gin said indifferently.

What does a sixteen-year-old look like this? It's too suspicious.

"Okay, Papa." Miyamoto Aito's unhappy emotions have been shown on his face, and the corners of his mouth are pressed down, but he still said obediently.

For the sake of a harmonious father-son relationship, twelve years old is twelve years old.

Anyway, even if I tell others that I am sixteen years old, I will be regarded as an eleven or twelve-year-old elementary school student or a junior high school student.

"Transfer me back to Japan, is there any mission for the boss?" He asked in a different direction.

"You can't stay in the U.S. just yet." Gin just said that.

If Avi Clear had stayed in the United States, he would have been discovered.

is already a member of the organization, and the organization has raised the other party for four years, so it will not be so simple to let him go.

"Okay...... So what do I need to do? Can I say hello to Japan? The white-haired and blue-eyed boy asked softly with a smile.

"Hide your identity and wait for notification." The man with long silver hair said this.

"Don't make too much of a fuss." The tone is calm.

That's not going to work, keep a low profile.

But as long as the identity is well hidden, right?

Miyamoto thought to himself.

"Okay, Papa." The face can be called a well-behaved answer.

Gin didn't bother to correct Avikrell's salutation.

Probably because he had nothing in his memory, Avi Clear was particularly fond of playing tricks, often making weird-looking paper figures and playing with them that were not painted but already had lifelike human shapes.

I don't know if I bought it or made it myself.

An identity was also arranged for each paper person.

There are even paper figures with code names for gin, vodka, etc.

Calling him father, Uncle Vodka, even the boss is called uncle by him.

He is a brother with Junerik, and he is a brother and sister with Shirley and Akemi Miyano.

The familiar members of the organization have all been assigned a family role identity by him.

I don't listen to what I say, I don't change what I hear, and I enjoy playing at home.

But if this can make the other party well-behaved and obedient all the time, it's nothing.

The silver-haired man looked out the window at the backward scenery and closed his eyes.

PS: [Easy daily without a heroine] [Undercover camp does not reverse]

[Although, the protagonist is wine.,So it's going to do tasks.,I'll kill people for the sake of emotional value.,Can't accept the protagonist's murder and run away.,I'm afraid of being reported]

Start Timeline...... There's no such thing anymore, the timeline is messy, messy, messy.