Life with my Little Sister

Lesson 16: I'm five years old.

June of 1204, a sacred history.

I'm five years old.

By previous life standards, I'm still in kindergarten. You were playing with a squad hero.

Given that, I may be an anomaly now that I've already trained in witchcraft and studied blacksmiths.

But you don't know what's in your precious family. For self-defense and life, we will have to continue our training.

Whether it's because there's no noticeable movement here, or because we're still young at all, the Bailefelds are leaving our house alone.

I don't hate to eliminate it if it gets in the way, but unless it is, I don't like it, so I want to ignore it, and I predict that it's the other stance. Whatever it is, I wish we could stay out of each other's way.

"Ha ha, ma... I... To…"

More than the Bailefelds, more than my own age at a milestone, what I am concerned about these days is MySister's trend.

Fee, who always called me "to," was going to change the way he called me.

"Brother."

That's what Phee's after.

You liked it when your mother told you how to call it this because it drew noble blood.

Me, "brother" or "brother" or whatever. Because if Fee calls me, I'd be happy with any name, and it should be cute.

"Nah, ma! Sucky! Sucky!

He tries his best to call it that, but the accustomed "to" shows his face.

"Full again..."

I am depressed.

I say with my hands on Fie's silver hair.

"I don't mind if I don't have anything yet. That's what they call me. I like it."

"Really...?

"True. Slow and good. I have an attachment to the way it's called."

…………

He looks happy. Is this going to jump?

"Ahhhhhhhh!

"All right, all right. I'm on you. It's just..."

"Eh heh...... - I love it! Daisy!

Yeah. I knew "to" would stick around.

So while I was, I sincerely thought so.

Five.

That is one milestone.

It's none of my business as a civilian, but I hear he's a senior nobleman and he's going to attend the ceremony.

Not to imitate it, but celebrate it a little more luxuriously than the fourth or sixth birthday in the general family.

History books have been given away by fathers who usually don't see their faces at all.

Books are quite expensive because copies are the natural world. It's just, as you can see my mother reads romance novels all the time, 'High prices within reach of even ordinary people'. Apparently, this is due to the fact that there are a certain number of people who do copy work.

I would appreciate a history book because I wanted one, but honestly, I can't honestly be happy to be given something expensive by a thoughtless human being.

I don't know anyone for their father in this world. I know it's both my mother's and my thoughts, but I don't know if it's any other idea or standing position.

What do you think of your uncognized son and daughter, for example?

I don't care what they think of me, but if it makes Fee feel rash, I'm going to consider him an enemy. Even if it was your mother's thinker.

My mother made me a treat.

Usually the mansion servants make it, so it was fresh.

My mother said she originally liked to cook. So it seemed like a pleasure to be standing in the kitchen for the first time in a long time.

"The gift from your mother, wait a little longer, okay? Because I'll make friends for you, Al."

I was a little surprised by the word because I thought hand cooking was a gift.

Apparently, my mother cares that I can't go outside and have no friends. So, it looks like you're planning something.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. I don't think it's a good idea for me to be introduced to a friend of my age. Because when you're shaped like a babysitter, this one will just get tired.

So kids friends don't want that much, but they can't talk about it. If it's an adult drinking friend, of course I want it.

Personally, it's more fun to be deflected with Fee all day long, and the time I spend teaching Abel and Gad a lot of things is precious, and I don't have time for anything else.

So when I told him not to push it, he seemed to mistake my kid for caring.

I was embraced crying.

"Al, because your mother's definitely gonna introduce you to a good kid, right?

"Meh! Fu's!

And when I saw it, my sister got angry.

"... Al. A gift from me."

What Abel gave me was a beautiful talisman. It's not a piece of perapella paper or anything, it's made of fabric like a shrine amulet, and at first glance I can tell it's worth it as just a decoration. The complex text is very beautiful.

"... my handmade. Made with all my heart."

When they gave it to me, they squeezed my hand.

I really feel like Abel has liked me a lot since one incident in the commercial district. No, I've been pretty close for a long time, so I can't explain it well, but it feels like the distance is closer.

Your handmade talisman feels great power just by holding it in your hand. It's close to what I felt when I touched Fee when it was a fetus. I think it's braided with powerful magic.

(Maybe this is pretty awesome, huh? If I show it around Shorcina, I'm going to turn my eyes)

So, for its effectiveness and efficacy,

"… I don't know"

It was said.

Gad gave me the sword. Simple, but a solid sword.

"If you make it too conspicuous, it could be under theft. I dared design it to be boneless and everywhere."

It seems that the sword given is more poised for the spike than the cleavage,

"If you have an asshole who's fooled by appearance and thinks you're lost and alarmed, poke that gap and stab him with every armor"

What a noise they told me.

I mean, is it a power that can pierce armor? Of course it's leather armor, right? It's not metal armor, is it?

Well, whatever it is, I don't have a protective weapon, so this helps.

No worries if you're ready. Although it is best not to use it.

And fate.

What a gift from my beloved sister.

This is a pleasant surprise.

He performed a fascinating dance.

It's not about the pair like dancing at a ball, it's about the individual Phee dancing.

Surprisingly, the choreography is also your sister's own idea.

"Don't do that! Oh, my God!

They put me in a position to say I was the only audience, and they even gave me a glass of drinks.... although the contents were just water.

And the enchanting dance begins.

Pretend your arms in front of you.

Pretend your hips too.

Pretend to be a bum, too.

Yeah. You just shake it. I never thought it would spin or jump.

And it's called haunting, but it's just prettier and there's no fine dust in the colour.

Disgruntled? There's no way. I'm so happy with your brother because he's cute.

I was so impressed that I embraced my beloved sister.

"Happy? Did you welcome me?

"Oh! It's great, it's great, Fee!

"Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

I didn't know you had to reward me even though it was a gift. How is this?

No, I'm not dissatisfied at all. Because it's my Angel's request.

"Okay! Say anything! We're gonna do whatever it takes, okay?

"I did it. Oh! Sukiyasu!

My sister, who comes cheeky with all her strength. Angel cheeks are soft.

"So, what do you want?

"Ugh, yeah...... Um...?

The naive smile blows away in an instant, switching to the look of red-dyed cheeks and moist eyes.

(Mm-hmm, this is not...!

That's where I got my guess.

"... I want you to..."

It was a kiss treat, as expected.

My sister, who has loved to kiss me since one of Thanksgiving Days, has thus come to demand it from time to time.

However, I teach that kissing is something that should only be done with someone really important, and that is only allowed in special occasions as well. It's important, right there.

(Well, it's my birthday, and it's nothing good)

I nodded aloud to my sister, who looked anxious and asked me this one with the subtle look I hoped for.

"Well, I will"

…… Ugh, uh-huh! Ahhh......!

Sister meditating on her eyes after sifting and trembling with emotion.

Naturally, but I haven't taught you how to kiss your lips yet. It's going to be a big deal.

Chiu.

Mouth on soft cheeks.

"KYUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!

She's cute looking familiar, too.

He is twisting and sifting with a red face.

You seem to like it, most importantly.