Just as he thought, she went back with the thing that was wailing. It was wrapped in a white cloth, battered and bleeding.
“Second Lieutenant Hawkeye, I want you to put that thing back this instant! That monster could be dangerous...”
“What monster, sir?”
The cloth was pulled back, and there he saw it: a little boy with golden hair and eyes, crying out loud in her arms. The lieutenant colonel then put the torch up and examined the boy from head to toe. Perfect. His body parts are perfect. A perfect ordinary boy like this can’t be born out of alchemy. He thought that he was just an ordinary lost boy or a child abuse