Life with my Little Sister

In the end, I was only to follow Noel for a little while.

My sister asked me to pee.

I held him like a koala when I lifted him up, and he stopped coming off.

Apparently, he's wary of handsome people.

Are you going to be claiming ownership in your actions?

"That's a good thing, I can't believe we're having a festival."

On the road, friends with unknown gender say that.

"Is the festival 'do it'? Not" Be able to join "?

"Oh, yeah. Of course, I'm glad you could join us. But in this case, I think it's important to be able to hold."

"Hmm?"

"I mean, you can afford it."

"Oh, Cheng Cheng"

Do you want to say that it is impossible without stability, including security and the economy?

Indeed, a festival is something that is relaxing.

Of course, the opposite is true, and I know there is a notion, like soldiers on the front line, that they celebrate precisely pleasant things because they don't know when to die, but a festival would basically belong in a 'peaceful' situation.

If you can't afford it up there or down there, let's have a festival, try to join us, or even think about it.

It's a natural story.

It's a natural story...

(Normally, a five-year-old thinks that way?

Is this the result of an English talent education?

At least I know this handsome guy is smart, too.

Were you just able to read and write arithmetic when you were four years old?

"The way Noel sees it, it's close to that of a man standing up there."

"No, I'm not. How to protect the people. I mean, the people."

Hmm.

How do you see, or call it an ideal, civil society for a handsome person is to properly protect the people?

I'm sorry, but I have an image of whether an organization, whether it's an official or a people, becomes merely a resistance force, seeks the peace and survival of the organization itself, or degenerates as a clam of rights or a privileged class.

"That's splendid. And it's hard thinking."

"That's why I call you a civil servant. It's like saying to a soldier on the front line," You're going to do something dangerous. "

Straight ahead.

And dazzling.

I'm just a kid, so does that just seem like it?

Or are you going to grow up like this?

The latter would be a real struggle.

I'm sure it'll be Tsutsu's way.

"Hey, Al."

"Yeah?"

"Can Al believe something called rebirth?

"- Huh"

Breathtaking.

The handsome question is abrupt.

That's why I couldn't defend myself.

Maybe my face would have turned bright blue.

But the handsome lady decided that I was just a surprise.

Noel laughed somewhere in the light.

"I don't mind you laughing, but I think I had a previous life"

"You said there was a previous life - 'I think'?

There was, but not, I don't believe, you think?

It's a strange expression.

And it's also odd.

"I have dreams. Somewhere not here. I'm sure, much farther. Maybe a long time ago."

"... that's ambiguous"

"Yeah. Obscure. I dream of one swordsman. I don't know if you're some knight, or a useless martial artist. All I know is that the person was very strong and that he was always fighting to protect something"

Is that past life?

If so, at least not with me.

"I am not the swordsman in my dreams. That's far-sighted. As if I were watching in a play, my dream is to see the person from afar. But I miss why so much. I don't think I'm looking at a third party."

It's like video.

Is that what Noel sees?

"In that world, there is no sound. Yeah. Probably all over the record. So I don't even know the swordsman's face. I don't even know his name. I don't know why we fight, not even that."

If the words of this friend are true, it must be a defect in a previous life.

And that's not what I am.

I can remember.

And where I lived. And the spacing of the house. And means of commuting. And friends. And bosses I hate. I still hold on to and remember the price of my personal bakery products, which I loved.

"There's not much information in my dreams. It's just the battlefield, big or small. And at the end of the day, 'Now I want to protect'. Only that regret sounds."

"That's you?

"I think so. The technology used by swordsmen in their dreams is somehow confusing. Yeah, that's not all. Even the technology that swordsmen didn't use, I know it as knowledge for some reason."

Noel stroked a short sword that was lowering to his hips.

Smooth, as if you'd been wearing a sword there all along.

"Can you use the sword?"

"My teacher praised me for being a warrior of war. Weirdly used to it."

Is there really a previous life?

Even if not, this kid is probably good at martial arts.

Is it the remnants of the past that the head spins fast or that when you protect the people, it becomes a viewpoint?

"... you don't laugh when you hear this, Al."

"I haven't got the ingredients to tell if it's a lie or a truth yet."

"My father says never tell anyone about my dreams. Because if you think you're crazy, you'll have a negative impact."

"Then why me?

When I asked, Noel laughed in a troubled way.

The trick is strangely similar.

"I don't know"

"Don't you see?"

"Yeah. But somehow, Al felt like he'd understand. I had no basis, but I felt as though I'd found some company."

If there really was a previous life, I'm sure we were somewhere else.

Probably not even Earth.

It could be the past of this world, and it could be a different world than here and on Earth.

"The dreams I dream of are truly fragmentary and there is actually no complete certainty. Really, maybe it's just a dream. At least, it doesn't rock a human being named Noel Callein. It's just a memory that accompanies me everywhere."

That's the opposite of me.

Alto Crane put is because it is thorough and contains Japanese content.

Instead of having memories of the past, in me, the Earth and now are clearly continuing.

But the biggest difference is' putting it in your mouth '.

I'm not going to tell anyone about my past life like I'm handsome.

Even if it's Fie or Abel.

I was born as the son of Lucica Cramput, I live as the brother of Phyllia Cramput, and I spend time with Abel.

That's fine.

I like that.

It is my desire to live as this family, even if there is a past that goes on from another world.

... Well, thank you for the favor of my previous life.

"I'm sorry, Al. All of a sudden, I'm talking weird."

"No, it was very interesting."

Literally, it also became a cut-off to look back at myself.

No matter where you go, I have "Home Safety" and "Family comes first". I understand that.

I'll stroke Fee, who seemed bored in his arms.

And she laughed, heh.

"Yay, I know! About Phew, he strokes me! More, more, more!

"Ho ho. Is this good?"

"Hehe...... heh! You can stroke me, heh, I like it! Happy!"

Are you happy? That was a good idea.

"Sorry, Phee. The destination is right there."

Noel pointed forward. There was a crowd there.