Life with my Little Sister

Well, this Pooh girl.

What am I supposed to do?

I think the adventurer or knight who was walking just now was looking for this girl.

I can't even take those who came out of the boulder with me, so should I bring them back to your parents?

But, Pooh. Mumble lonely, as if you read my thoughts.

"I want to play with the Al's too..."

"No, I don't think so."

"Isn't that good, Al? If only this girl could keep you company."

Brev, who doesn't know what's going on, says something like that.

But, best friend.

This girl is the star festival guest, right?

I think it's about the Adventurer Alliance and the credibility of the city of Cyril.

"When I come to play, if I tell your mother, there should be no problem,...?

Is it true ~...?

Pooh, aren't your eyes subtly swimming?

Then tell your mother.

With a refreshing smile, Brev says.

Now you're clearly out of sight.

"My mother, for once, busy......? So, write it down...?

That's a one-sided notice, and you're not getting permission, are you?

Brev didn't realize that, smiled,

"Well, write it down. Sisty, you, you had paper and a pencil, didn't you?

Something like that.

Sisty also took the paper that was folded, and the Epi, out of her tiny pochette.

Writing equipment, are you carrying it?

Pookie, who received them from Sisty, walks in front of me with a pout and gives them away.

"I still can't read or write. Al wrote...?

"Me?

Well, that's good.

Come to think of it, when you're about our age, it's natural even if you can't write letters. It's a world where many adults can't write.

"So, what do I write?

"Hmm? I'm playing with Al, so don't worry...?

Yeah.

As long as you want, I'm involved, right?

Well, I'm familiar with Mommy Pooh.

"... no?

Damn.

Not only Fee, but this girl also naturally takes the upper hand......

This is the girl! Oh my god......!

I have no choice, so write down that I'm playing with you.

It's painful to involve my grandparents' house, but I'll also write down the address and name of Osama in Shark.

That would weigh a lot more on trust.

"Wah... Huh! Mr. Alto, the letters are so beautiful......! It's like a letter written by an adult."

Sisty says that.

Well, it would be better than a dirty letter where 'handle' looks like 'Indian'.

"Mill. Like this, okay?

I'll ask Pooh.

This girl can't read the letters, so the content is phonetic.

"Al. Here..."

Pooko points to the margin.

"Yeah? Here, adding additional messages?

"Just the letters, I miss you. I want you to paint something...?

What an unscrupulous gesture.

Well, I don't mind.

"Bye, sarah..."

If you have deformed illustrations, you can draw them right away.

"Mmmm...!? Mmmm!?"

Pooh is staring at you to eat in with some decent eyes.

That would be so. What I drew is an illustration of a penguin.

If you like parrot glass, I thought you'd definitely stab me.

I mean, is it the parrot glass, the original penguin?

"Wow...! It's adorable......!

And Sisty, too, is making her eyes shine. Girls are vulnerable to cute things, aren't they?

And while you hold me, there's another shuddering toddler...

"Yes! This, what!? This, sweetie! Phew, I don't know this! Phew, this, I'll catch you alive!

Stop catching him alive.

Pooh, who likes parrot glass, sees Fee and Sisty react and nods satisfactorily.

"This is the parrot glass…. My, purpose…"

"Ohmi, scum......! Phew, I remember! Where can I see this?

Turn around gleefully, sister hugging me. I'm not that familiar with it either.

"You're up north. All the way north."

"Farther than a place full of yuki?

"No, to the boulder, isn't that far?

Beyond Mount Fefiat, ordinary people can't go.

"I can't give this letter to your mother...... Mine......!

And Pooh said something funny, didn't she?

Do you like parrot glass that much?

"Meh! The painting I drew! Phew's! The letter belongs to Ugh!

My sister jumps, but Pooh makes a gorgeous move.

"Whatever you want, hurry up..."

Brev shrugged with a tired face.

than Alto Cramput arrived in Cyril a few days ago.

In a certain wilderness, two figures stood.

There, as if it were an inexplicable work of art, the rocks were twisted and the mountains were shaken.

Countless craters made to the ground are also oddly distorted.

"An ancient battlefield of God... That's awesome, huh?

"It's where Tenryu Rygirod and Elf's high ancestors, 'Ruin', made the showdown. You see, that might be unnaturally distorted, right?

"Uhm. What is this? What kind of magic was used?

On the question, the man laughed.

He was a man of a certain long-lived species, with a decent appearance and long ears.

"I didn't use anything."

"What? What do you mean?

"Both Kamiyoryu Rygirod and my aunt have unimaginable powers. The magic of both distorted even the space, causing it to crush easily. In other words, this sight is just a small consequence, not of sorcery, but of its aftermath."

"What the...!"

To the words of the ear-length man, the questioner ceases.

"What is an arch elf?"

"Yeah. As it stands, those strong enough to be worthy of 'ruin' and 'balance' must be as good as Azi Dahaka among us. Honestly, I can't even handle this."

"Is it better than you? Is it" specially made "with you?

"If you can beat your aunts to a certain extent with 'special', you won't have a hard time."

The ear-length man grinned.

Somewhere, it was a spare laugh.

The questioner regains his composure with it.

This man, his own 'ally', cannot afford to be baseless.

"We have a hand to win. Now you said you were getting ready for it. But..."

"What?"

"No. I was wondering if there was any other easy way to win. On the aunt of" The Library, "a character that can be mercilessly cut off for anything unnecessary. My aunt in" Ruin "doesn't care about many things in the first place -"

"Hmm?"

"Even in the human world, taking hostages would be effective, wouldn't it?

"Sort of. The rest, as much as I used to be a hostage candidate for another country. It would be despicable, but effective, to hold onto an important being."

"Those two, if there was such a person, would talk fast. If you can order death by shielding beings that are more important than life, you will work less and get the most out of it."

"Are you saying you're here? To both high ancestors?

"To my knowledge, unfortunately, you're not here. However, if such a person were made, it would be usable, it would be enough of an inexplicable delusion. - More than that."

"Mm-hmm. It would be about Moonrain"

To the words, the ear-length man nods.

"Miracle of the Moon God. If that rumor is true, it must never be. It's just that there's an arch-elf disorder ahead of us. Interfering with God. Gain God's protection. Alternatively, we can exercise God's power. With such a presence, it can be an uninterrupted threat."

"Sa too. But from what I've heard, how frightening was that? I thought that the Fourth Princess would be able to reach such a miracle, but apparently it was something someone else did. And the young lady, who is called the first candidate of the Moon God's miracle, says she's just a liar."

"Yeah. Me too, I think that's just a rumor or or propaganda. But you're not going to leave me alone without doing anything? To the extent of the investigation, we have to"

"Still, you're being diligent. Specifically, how do we find out the truth?

To that question, the ear-length man laughed.

If she was a woman, she had a smile that everyone would fall in love with.

"There will be a star festival in a city."

"Mm-hmm. It used to be a festival where you invited precious star readings."

"Yeah. It's a festival of the right origins, held under a starry sky full of heaven. If the girl is powerful enough to move God, she must be able to do her best that night, full of star power."

"I understand the time of year. Specifically, what are you up to?

"I'll go simple. Do people and let the Warcraft go. That's all. Will it be the scene of a tragedy or will it really be a miracle? Let's wait for the results."

"Right. Zickle."

"Yes, because it will still take a few years for our plan to start in earnest anyway. We need to hurry, and we have to hurry."

The long-time ear-length man smiled.