I felt slightly nervous.

 

I keep knocking on the door as slowly as I can.

 

I am feeling more and more nervous.

 

How should I start my conversation with them?

 

Should I start with Hello! Iam Ron.

 

No, it doesn't seem like a very honest way of speaking.

 

Maybe I should speak like this.

 

I am sorry to disturb you at this time, but I want to help you.

 

But at this correct moment of thought,

 

I realised something.

 

It was.

 

Will they believe me?

 

If someone just suddenly came to your door, knocking and wanting to help you,?

 

Also in the middle of the night.

Would you believe them?

 

Obviously not.

 

I felt I should have come here at morning.

 

Not now.

 

But I already knocked on the door, so with no other choice, I kept my eyes on the door.

 

.....

 

It didn't take more than a few more minutes before someone opened the door.

 

A cute girl's head pops out of the corner of the door, looking at me with curiosity.

 

I also kept looking at her, but my mind got blank.

 

I don't know how I should start the conversation.

 

She kept her eyes on me curiously and with a slight fear.

 

Her eyes looking at me give me more nervousness.

 

Taking a deep breath, I started my first sentence of the conversation.

 

"Hello! Iam Ron–"Before I could even end my sentence, the girl spoke up.

 

"Sister, there is an ugly uncle at the door", she suddenly  said.

 

I look at her to see what she is about to say to cut my words in half.

Kwa-gwa-gwa-gwa-gwang──!

 

At this moment, lightning struck my head.

What has she said now??

 

An uncle?

 

I am still young,... but okay,.. she is a kid.

 

I shouldn't mind her words...

 

No, there was one more word...

 

An ugly uncle...

 

I felt my heart breaking into pieces.

 

The sound of my heart cracking into pieces hurts.

 

I may not look good, but I'm still decent.

 

Holding back the tears coming into my eyes.

 

It took a few moments for her sister to arrive.

 

"Hello, Uncle. Can I know the reason for you to come to our house at this time?" She says it as politely as possible, but the gaze in her eyes didn't look friendly.

 

I totally forget her calling me an "Uncle" because of her gazes in her eyes.

 

"U-Um,I-I. Huh. I am from the association." Luckily, I remember a few things saving my life somehow.

 

I felt like if I took any more time to respond, she wouldn't let me go alive.

 

"Ohh. But for an officer of the association coming to a house in the middle of the night with no ID of his own as proof, we are very suspicious."

 

She looked at me calmly and spoke her next words, which made me quite nervous.

 

"I forgot the ID to bring with me," I said in a rush.

 

"Hmm. If so, how about you come to our house tomorrow morning? So you can also bring your ID as  proof of being an officer of the association."

 

"Ahh. Y-Yes. " I felt like I should leave now, or rather immediately.

 

As quickly as possible, I walk away from the alleyways.

 

I was heavily breathing with sweats around my head; even with the cold night, there were visible cold sweats.

 

I never felt so afraid of someone.

 

I should have come here with more preparation.

 

It looks like I was so busy and anxious about everything.

 

I rush to come to her to find them, also forgetting about a very important thing.

 

It was because they were called "Miserable Triplet Sister" for nothing. The reason for it was. They have the worst luck and life to live.

 

But they can survive to the end because of their certain capability and strength.

 

That makes them stand out even among other geniuses.

 

And here, i was going to worry about them.

 

I took a deep breath, relaxing my mind so I could think more carefully.

 

Firstly, what I need to do is sleep.

 

Yes, I should sleep first before I can think more clearly.

 

But for sleep. I need to go to my home, but strangely, I can't see any transportation vehicles anywhere.

 

I think I need to walk to my home.

 

It took more than 30 minutes or more.

 

I lay down on the bed in an exhausted mood.

 

Then I wonder more about things that happened to me currently.

 

Because of my not-very-careful thinking, I forgot that because of the "Portal incident" that happened recently, this particular strange incident created a lot of rumours about it.

 

In fear, normal people rarely take out a transportation vehicle in the middle of the night for work purposes or any other reason.

 

Then I think more about what happened at the door.

 

She was a very protective sister—no, not protective, but overprotective.

 

I can feel this clearly.

 

There is also my fault here.

 

I should have thought about it more and made more preparation. 

 

Now, I got myself into a dilema.

 

It was how the hell I proved myself as an officer of the association.

 

A severe headache started to come into my mind because of so many thoughts and anxiety.

 

I'm getting a headache because of these many problems.

 

Then more problems came into my mind.

 

It was about Alexia and her strange behaviour.

 

It still gives me chills to see her taking care of me.

 

I closed my eyes, trying to fall asleep as quickly as I could.

 

.....

 

One hour later

 

My eyes were glued to the ceiling, seeing the walls and small paint cracks on them.

 

I kept inspecting those walls with my eyes.

 

Then I tightly closed my eyes to sleep as quickly as I could.

 

But I can't!!.

 

Why?!

 

Why can't I sleep now?!

 

I am getting so angry at myself now.

 

I need to do so many things tomorrow.

 

But now I can't even sleep.

 

Please...

Please...

 

Sleep come, please...

 

I felt like truly crying...

 

Sleep come... please come into my eyes.

 

I totally buried my face in the pillow to sleep as quickly as possible.

 

It failed.

 

Okay, calm down, Ron. I speak to myself.

 

There are more options for sleep.

 

I give myself hope to sleep.

 

The option was counting, counting sheep's until I sleep.

 

one sheep, two sheep, third sheep,

 fourth sheep, thirty sheep,

 fifty sheep, and eighty sheep.

 

Ron fell into sleep on the count of going into eighty-one sheep.

 

.....

Author note.

 

Ok, sorry... I took around 20 days to write. (In truth, it took around 1-2 hours, but because of my overthinking, I took a lot of time to write.) I feel like I made a lot of mistakes in the starting chapters.

 

I should have taken things at a slow pace rather than a fast pace.

 

Because of my fast pace creating a lack of character development and also because of sudden POV changes, the character has less depth.

 

And also, I am a lazy person.

 

So fixing it from the start will consume a lot of time. Because of it

 

I thought about starting another novel with a new story and abandoning this novel or axing it.

 

But there are some attachments to this novel, so I can't totally leave it.

 

So from this chapter on, I will change a lot of things.

 

Also, I will upload, but the words may be smaller in amount. But it will be of good quality. I hope so.