Life with my Little Sister

That was when I was in the garden, taking care of the herbs.

My beloved sister is taking a nap in a hammock with her mother.

Abel is absent.

I mean, it's time for me to be alone.

"Are you Alto?"

Suddenly, they spoke from behind.

Ments in the western distance are roughly the same.

That's why I was surprised at the voices I'd never heard.

There, there's the tall old man.

Pin and spine stretched, pressure figure.

If it's just silhouettes, I'm sure not everyone seems like an old man.

I have a youthful impression because I haven't grown a beard.

The outfit was calm even though it had goods, and the words' dressed naturally 'were exactly what they deserved.

However, your eyes are sharp.

You can tell at a glance who you are without alarm.

My first impression of this man is the old mafia Don.

It has a style like the boss of a dark society, with no chimps at all.

(This guy...!

I never met him, but at first glance I knew who he was, and I felt sick.

I answer as I pull through the weed.

"Didn't your mother tell you what to do when you ask people for names?

"Is that my mother? I didn't tell you that because my father's other woman poisoned me."

I don't even look angry at my disrespectful demeanor.

I said something pale and noisy.

"Really? I'm sad. But that's not a good reason not to have to be named, is it?

"You must be the one who put the mother in contact. I just answered that."

The man looked down at me and then laughed sarcastically.

It was a grin that made people look like little fools, but it still has a product.

"Hmm. I don't even think of him as that hipster son, isn't that a lot of guts? In terms of character, do you resemble your mother"

"Ma. If you ask me which way I want to look, it's up to my mother. So, who are you, exactly? If you don't know, I'll tell you, it sounds like this is some great Marquis' property, right?

"Do you know who I am and that attitude? It would be good. You seem to have a good sense of harmony."

Arrowhead, don't be angry.

Probably not stupid either.

Without taking my attitude as a thing, the man strictly named himself.

"I'm Caspel. Kaspel Lombaut el Bailefeld, owner of this mansion."

"Really, I had no idea. Nice to meet you. My name is Alto Crane Putt. Have you ever been with a cohabitant who has no blood connection with you?"

"It seems true to call it genius. However, the importance of preservation seems unknown"

"Oh, did you like to follow Azumi? Oh, my God. Excuse me."

When I bowed my head to all the shapes, the old man - the Marquis Caspel snorted.

"My Bailefeld family also bore traces. Well, kids die of one epidemic, so I can't feel safe."

In other words, did you come to see your grandson and then also think to look at your concubine's children?

My half-sister, Isabella, didn't show up when she was born, so it must have been important to say yes to the arrow-stricken boy.

"I hear you're a sixth degree magician at that age. If it's an army, it's already full. A businesslike attitude, that's why"

"Are you kidding me? With my strength, there's no way I can get on with it. In the first place, you can't beat a group."

It's a tight house that's abusing my mother.

I can't tell you to like me.

"The journey. So that attitude is because I'm Aufsta's father"

Old Kaspel laughed niggardly.

He came up with a motive for a shitty kid with a bad attitude.

"I'm not going to tell you to change your attitude, but in aristocratic society, what you're doing is still a better category, right? Sell or dispose of the concubine or the child. Compared to a house like that."

"It's hard to ask. Gero is better than shit. That's what you're saying."

"Right. Aufsta's not a very good daughter. Including the eyes that look at men."

He's not the type of person who cares much about family love.

I don't like it.

"If you say you can't do it well, you must have had poor parental quality. I'd like to see that lady's father again."

"The journey. Arrowhead, you seem to take care of something called family. Let me give you a big reference."

I don't like him.

I didn't get angry at what I said, but on the contrary, they figured out what I cared about.

"Don't stare. As it stands, you outweigh the value in use for our home. I'm not gonna crush it."

"Use? Do you intend to use the concubine's child"

"Nothing, not just you. Use whatever you can. If not necessary, dispose of it. That's all we're talking about."

"It's splendid. The Marquis' stalls must be sturdy."

"Kuku. Can you think there soon? You're a funny kid."

Is this exactly what water is on the frog's face?

I guess they're used to saying bad things.

Old Caspel has a sharp eye and looks at me like I'm serious.

Looks like he's changed from just a kid to an object of interest.

"Aufsta praised her daughter Isabella for being a genius, but Cheng Cheng, that wasn't just caused by a parent idiot. If there is such a comparison in the immediate vicinity, can it not be undistorted? Will it haunt him for two generations, mother and son?"

"Troubled on your own, isn't that a mistake?

"Right. On the one hand, it would be similar to your hostility to me."

…………

When I shut up, the old man with the stretched spine put his hand on his chin and started thinking.

"Now, then, what shall we do to take my mark? I thought it would be nice to have him educated in the Wang capital, but here, always, he would be compared to you. Take me to my territory."

Fucking grandpa. Keep pulling at the end of the ground.

"I told you not to stare. I thought you said you weren't my enemy."

"Must it not be useful"

"It would be natural. The useless should disappear."

"Really? Then why don't you take the initiative and disappear first?

"Hmm. Why do you conclude that?

Arrowheads don't get angry. On the contrary, the old man laughs at Niyaniya, questioning the meaning of my ramblings.

"... useful, but not standing, because it should not be applied to a tiny extent, like 'noble society in the human world', inferior to cockroach shit. We should speak from the perspective of whether we can contribute to the world itself."

"Ho?

"If you look at it translationally, you've never heard of a Bailefeld Marquis aristocrat saying that it helped the world. It's just useless being drawn to court situations and storms in the cup. So it's the chief who should disappear as useless?

"Kuku, Cheng Cheng. That makes sense. But by that logic, most humans have to disappear. Are you going to be able to survive in such a world as a useful human side?

"Better than an old man with no life count, isn't it possible?

"Kuku, is it possible? Good escape. You can shelf as much as you want."

The old man looked back.

Someone like a secretary, like an entourage, is coming.

Even a man like this must be busy.

"I was lucky to find out who you are. It's been a lot more meaningful time than meeting a baby you still can't talk to. - It's good to grow talent as it is. If it helps, I'll take full advantage of it."

"I refuse. I can't believe you're using me."

"It's not you who decides that, it's me. Will it be a pawn for me or will it be disposed of as useless harmful? Know that the end of your family is only one of these two."

Oh, yeah. No.

I don't think I'm gonna like this old man.

I kind of hated it because of the preconceived notions, but it was confirmed by what happened today.

(Did I misrespond?)

Should I have even pretended to be a stupid kid?

No, this man would have seen it through.

Even if you have taken a friendly response on the surface alone, and.

"Nice eye. I appreciate those who try to live on their own more than my men who are loyal or only puppets"

"I don't want to, I don't know what you think."

"Kuku...... I'll see you."

The old man did not stir up his emotions until the end, but left with an extra grin.

(Oh, shit. I don't like him.)

If he were a dumber, craving, poorly controlled man with emotions, it would have been easier to give.

You will never be able to counter it in Her Father, who is being pulled around with her nose taken by Mrs. Aufsta.

Covered shooting would be as futile as you'd expect.

It was only a short time away, and I was terrible and tired.