Life with my Little Sister

"Hey, Al. Mill, are you hungry...?

A handsome guy pulls my sleeve.

The other sleeve is pulled by Powoko, and furthermore in her arms Master Phyllia is seated, so it has a weirdly dense shape.

What the hell.

What is the situation?

"Though I'd like to feed you something, I'd have trouble feeding you on your own and not being able to eat dinner later, wouldn't I?

"I don't..."

You might have allergies or something.

Then you should find your arrow-stricken parents.

Why was this girl here in the first place?

First, if you don't ask me that, I won't talk to you.

"Uh, Pooh - Kohon. Was that Mille? Why are you here?

"... name"

"Hmm?"

"I, your name, I didn't ask... do you feel that?

Po Wako asks the question to the upper hand.

I mean, it's time for me to let go of my sleeve. Your sister is in a bad mood.

"Name…. Your, name."

"Oh, yeah. I'm Alto. Al is fine."

I really wanted to keep it a pseudonym, but I can't help but have Noel here too.

"Al?"

"Yeah."

Pooh pointed at me.

Then my finger moves on handsome.

"Noel?"

"Nice to meet you, huh?

"Mill?"

And point to yourself.

Why is it doubtful?

"Al, Mill, Noel. Rururu...?

I don't know.

I don't know what you want to say.

And point to Fee, Pooh.

"What's your name?

"People, point, meh! Ask for a name, I'll name it first! Huh, I like it! I'm busy because I'm stuck right now! I don't have time!

My Sister is in a terrible mood because she grabbed my sleeve without hesitation.

I'm pointing out courtesy, but I'm definitely angry, I guess for another reason.

"Al, Mill, Noel...... So, Phil?

"Huh. No! Phew, phew! My sister!

"... foul?

"Nyahhhhhhh!

Fee got pretty.

What two people don't mesh.

"Whoa, okay..."

"Heh...! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!

I stroke your sister's head and try to restore my mood.

And handsome, looks like we're finally going back to the original question.

"Uh, Mille"

"Good in the mill.... Rururu."

"Bye, Mill. Where is your mother?

"Hmm? Mine, Mother? So, that way?

Point the other way, Pooh.

Then you have no idea.

"Why are you acting differently? Are you out of line?

"Mother, you took up the bug's place. So, Glocky?

So, what is' Mr. Bug '?

But by glocky, did you use the power of star reading to explore where 'Mr. Bug' and I did it?

The power of star reading should be pretty bad at fuel consumption.

So, this daughter's mother is in the hands of the state, right?

In other words, it should be unacceptable to squander valuable futuristic opportunities on its own.

Permission granted from the state?

No, that can't be right.

Indeed, Powoko, as the bearer of the miracle, is the person who may have restored her village daughter Mamman.

As a reward, you may be allowed to read the stars individually, but there should be no permission for boulders to look for vague things like 'Mr. Bug'.

(And, did you use your powers on your own...)

If there is any imminent circumstance, it may be permissible to use it personally, but the search for 'Mr. Bug' should be an unnecessary and impatient matter, no matter what you think.

Yet, if you look at the future on your own, Mama Pooh will say, 'Just an asshole'...

"Mill. What did you just say," Mr. Bug "?

"Hmm? Bugs are black, they move crusty...?

"Ku, black, crusty......?

Whoa, my hips are pulling, handsome.

Probably not "G," so don't worry.

"Bugs, awesome. I'm sure the bug did that."

"Which one is that?

"Mmm...? Is that the other one...?

"No. I don't know what to do..."

A handsome man shakes his head.

Looks like it's hard to talk to Pooh.

And her puffy eyes reflect me again.

"Al, Mr. Bug?

"That's why I'm not a bug."

I have a terrible feeling she's looking for me and Abel, after all?

I don't know why you're calling me a bug.

But if you look away from the "bug" part, you can't even interpret it as looking for the "foreign molecule" that night.

But I should have hidden well that night...

"I just wanted to ask you something. How did Mill see the bug?

"Al, are you saying something strange to me? How did you see it? It's a disjointed question."

I'm sorry, handsome. I can't explain it.

"Me, occasionally, star"

Powako pointing to the sky in a loose motion.

Handsome doesn't seem to be able to come into the conversation completely anymore.

But here's what I'm gonna think.

Sure, it doesn't make sense to just listen to her, but if you try to understand it as a phenomenon, he says the story may be different.

Stars...?

Empty...?

No way -!?

(Do you think you have the ability to look over the ground from above?!?)

I ask a little girl.

"Maybe from the top...?

"Occasionally, you look on your own...? If the stars aren't out, I can't see...?

Looks like an arrow!

But is it something that has such power?

Is it star sorcery, or is it a boon to it?

I'll have to check with Abel later.

But if you have that perspective, no wonder you saw us hiding in the blind spot of the Kansas Pavilion.

(Pooh, you may actually be an awesome kid...)

Star magic is less user-friendly, so I don't know much about it either.

What if this girl has not only the power of star reading, but even the qualities of star magic...?

"Al, after all, Mr. Bug?

"Yes, no? Oh, I'm not a bug, am I?

Calm down. Don't be upset.

Keep it up, mislead it!

"Al, what's this about? I want you to tell me."

A handsome guy pinches my clothes.

Pull it a little bit, and appeal out of the question to let me in with you.

"Mill calls me 'Mr. Bug' for some reason. But I'm not Mr. Worm. And this girl is hungry. To sum up, that's it."

"Uh-oh... really? I don't know, I feel like I'm being successfully deluded..."

You look good roaring like a puppy.

Yes. You're deluding me, I am.

But you have to delude me. I'm sorry.

"More than that. I need to find Mill's mom for you."

"Mm-hmm. Sure, it's dangerous to keep this girl that way."

A handsome man with a strong sense of justice seems to have prioritized real life salvation over unsure doubts. All right, all right.

"Mill. Do you have the technique to rendezvous with your mother? If not, I'll take you to the Lost Center."

"Mmm...? Means of contact......?

Pooh clams his pockets.

And what came out was a little witchcraft.

That's the one I've seen at the Chamber of Commerce.

Pretty expensive security goods, held by rich house women and children, with security buzzers and signal bullets together.

"Mother, when I had trouble, she told me to use this...?

"Oh, hey...!

The handsome guy tries to stop the use, but Pooh is switched on.

A visible light, emitted towards the sky.

And the beeping loud volume.

Teng himself, who activated him, looked up far above him, pompous.