Life with my Little Sister

"Oh. Heh heh heh..."

"Muffled...!

There is a saying that horses fit.

Now the two of you right in front of me, that's exactly it, and they're shaking their hard hands together.

Lucica Crane put, on the other hand.

The other, Tarbicki Ahokaynen.

It was an encounter between the mothers.

"Noel, he's gone...? Lulu......"

"Meh! Get away from me! It's okay to touch, it's just Phew!

Pooh boy grabbing my sleeve in a shombolic way somewhere, and my sister furious to see it.

How did this happen?

The story goes back, just a few minutes ago.

"Wow, the guard's here."

When I finally stopped the security buzzer that sounded like crap, the handsome guy glanced at the crowd over his shoulder.

Naturally speaking, with the sound and the light, a guard appeared.

At first, they flew in with a serious face, but only young children are here.

In Pooh's hand, a magic prop for crime prevention.

It seemed to immediately hit me that it was flippant or malfunctioning.

They squealed at me for not making a scene.

He explains the situation that he inadvertently activated it, and he bows his head, handsome.

No words, but I'll break my hips with you.

I'm staring at that sight wonderfully, Pooh.

That's when My Mother came running over.

Can't you see Abel because she's not good at crowds and humans?

That guy's character, he's probably watching me somewhere.

"Al, Phee, what's wrong!? It was okay!?"

I was embraced first, without checking the situation or the circumstances. The sauce in my mouth stuck to my cheek, but at this point, that's a bad idea.

I only explained to my mother that the child I knew here had inadvertently activated the magic props.

"Oh, sweet kids, huh?

This is what it felt like to see Noel and Mill hugging us.

What did the two of you think of my mother, the filthy mouth?

On the other hand, you look better.

He said he knew someone in the guard and his father was calling.

At these festivals, not only the knights and soldiers of the country, but the men of the Adventurer Guild are also driven into the security business.

In Noel's case, the latter seemed to know someone.

This is a particularly sudden festival. A lot of temporarily hired adventurers, I guess.

Looks like the handsome guy was hoping to find his mill mom for him, but originally, he was just away from his father with a little breath. I can't go without going back.

Then my mother. I slapped my big breasts pound and cut the big deal that I would look for you.

There's no way they won't back down if they say so. A neutral friend bowed her head to my mother when she asked me to.

"Al's mother would be relieved!

Innocent gaze hurts......

My mother, I wonder if I can count on you...?

Although the mouth is still dirty.

No, I'll wipe it now...

"Al. Fee. Mill. I'll see you when I get a chance!

Tell him so, handsome guy who leaves refreshingly.

But it'll be hard to reunite.

Me and Fee can rarely go out, and Pooh is a jumper, a man of time. Noel himself should be busy as a child of a protection officer.

Plus, if you don't know the address, you don't have the means to contact me.

When the hell am I gonna see you next?

How convenient it was to exchange addresses with my dad and contact him in modern Japan.

Security and good-looking people leave, and in the garbage dump, only my house and Pooh will remain.

Her mother smiled and spoke to the young lady she had just met.

"Hello, my name is Lucica. It's Al and Phee's mom, isn't it?

"Mmm...? 'L' not attached......?

Pooh, are you still pulling that......

"Do you like 'L'? So, Lucica, Rhusical, you can call me whatever you want, okay? Rule, rule, rule!"

"Ruru...?

High-touch.

Awesome.

Mother, you're amazing...

I don't even think it makes sense or fine dust, can we continue the conversation as it is?

"Me, Mill...... 'L' comes on......? Doesn't attach...?

No, it's attached. Why is it questionable?

"You're a mill! Pass because she's cute! Second, third! So, with me, shall we look for your mother?

Because Nori and Momentum are the only ones who live, or it seems fine if Pooh and the conversation aren't engaged.

Or are you near your mental age?

Pooh boy with his hand in his hand.

With my other hand, I'm stroking my own stomach.

"Oh? You're hungry? Actually, neither do I. Before we look for Mill's mother, should we go eat something in that stall over there?

No, you've been eating it all just now. Are you still willing to eat...

"Ha, ha, ha! Phew, I'm hungry too! Touch me!"

My one hand is connected to my mother and my other hand is connected to my sister.

So now I'm stroking you, can't I?

"Mother of a bug, a good person......? I can't get a 'L' attached, but a good person......?

Well, I'm pretty sure you're a weird guy.

That's how a woman's voice sounded as she tried to start moving for a meal.

"Mill!"

"Mmm...? Oh, Mother."

I guess I've been running a signal bullet to a landmark. Tarbicki Ahokaynen, Mommy Pookie, came out of breath.

And back to the beginning.

Mother and Mill, did the wavelengths fit, and when they named each other, they immediately got in the mood.

Did the class call a friend?

"That's right. My children, with genius."

"What a future savior my child is! Murphy!"

Two parent idiots start bragging about my child, disappointed in skewering.

It's like we're revealing each other's identities, but that's not true either.

This is just a one-way street.

Mother doesn't know Pooh is a miracle night actor, and Mill Mother doesn't know that I have a sorcery license.

I am only praising my child unilaterally.

I think it's easy to be peaceful, but I also think this is a good idea.

I guess it's better to just be a cheerful mom friend, no trouble.

"Ham...... Ham......?

You were hungry as the word goes, Pooh's eating skewers with all your heart.

However, the operation is very slow.

There are also many food spills. My mouth is dirty, too.

Somehow, it reminds me of the dining landscape of Hashibilocou.

(Uh, uh, I'd like to wipe it for you...)

But now I'm busy feeding my sister.

Our angel eats well too, so every time, I have to wipe it for him.

"Hehe...! Phew, I like meat!

My Sister, who only exists' like 'and' love 'in food, laughs that way.

He's in a better mood because his stomach is filled and he's taken good care of by me.

Is this okay if I have a little conversation with Pooh?

"Mill, is that delicious?

"Mmm. Fun......!

Did you come to say it was fun, not delicious?

What about that heart?

"I, for the first time, made friends. Four, at the top."

Me. Fee. Handsome.

The other one, is she your mother?

"Friends, my heart is pounding, of...? Feeling like dancing?

Saviors who list meat-stabbed skewers in heaven.

She's a little unusual, but she must be a good one.

I guess I should be honored, too.

"I, I will not forget today. Much more important than that night."

Pooh chuckled, saying so.

That was the first time I saw it, a full smile.