Life with my Little Sister

"Ha-ha-ha! You're my grandchildren. Aah!

Gabba and I get hugged.

Hot and bitter.

It's painful.

And muscles.

"Yay, hey, ah! Kinko, hey, hey, hey!

Fee is frightened by the muscles that push him.

(Don't do it, goddamn it! If My Sister has trauma in her muscles, what are you going to do!

It's my grandfather, Shark, holding our brothers and sisters in his arms.

It's very hot and painful, unlike the image of a combat specialist guild official who says executive duties and so on.

Now if I smell sweat, I can't even hit my eyes, but Mr. Dorothea is obliging me to deodorize it, and it doesn't smell.

Did you just say you were a warrior in your thirties or so?

He seems to be a proud seed to have hair richer than combat, and he's proud of his beautiful wives. Although my real age seems to be in my forties.

Well, if you're in your forties, some people are already here quite a bit, hair.

Rich hair and then you look younger than your actual age because you're smiling or like your wife, and I don't think you're very 'grandpa'. It feels like a neighborhood friendly but noisy Osama.

"You're a genius with all your brothers and sisters. Oh! The boulder is this my grandson. Ahhhhhhh!

Shut up. Big voice. It's bad for Fee.

"You, come on! Your grandson will hate you!

Mr. Dorothea, whom I saw, pulls off and helps me.

On the other hand, my mother says "I'm glad we're close" and other off-target things, so you can't even guess ahead.

"He's a fine grandson. Ahhh! Lucica, ahhhhhh! Nice work, man. Ooh!

"Heh heh. Isn't that right? Because my kids are so nice!

He is holding each other with his father and daughter.

We're close. You don't actually inherit this kind of tension from me and Fee, do you?

Time is night.

Hatko's siblings returned and his grandfather Shark returned home to be replaced.

We're having a delicious, handmade dinner, Mr. Dorothea, but Grandpa Shark is being fed the rest of the afternoon treat. but I don't seem particularly dissatisfied. Maybe it's a year-round event.

"I'm listening, Al. You, I thought you already had a wizarding license!

"Uh, yeah. Once."

"Ha ha! As reliable as you can be! The end is the highest-ranked adventurer or another great magician under heaven!

Unfortunately, I don't think so.

Grandpa Shark didn't wait for my words either and smiled at his granddaughter. The muscles, even from above the clothes, thrive.

"Did you say Phee! You look like a genius, too! I don't know!

"Phew, I like it! Kannyaki, no!

Hmm. Looks like my muscles are already getting traumatized.

Loving sister jumped off the chair and rushed over to me and hugged her.

"Oh, all right, all right. Were you scared?

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Phee cried, but the muscle Dharma doesn't look like she cared. He spoke to me again.

"Being a good magician is not enough of his own qualities, and he will always need a good one. Al, what kind of guy is your master?

"He's a nice guy. It's amazing."

Almost all of my knowledge of magic guidance was taught to me by Abel, and I got my witchcraft from her.

Only my original, self-taught, and proprietary technology is to use my raw magic as it is.

No matter how adult brains you have, you wouldn't have passed the exam in full without that elf master.

But I think I deserve to be called a 'nice' master rather than a 'great' or 'excellent', and it suits my taste.

"Yes, yes! Al's teacher is my best friend, right?

"Whoa, is that the daughter of an elf you're always proud of? That's one of the three great races that can handle witchcraft. As a teacher, there will be no more talent."

The remaining two of the three major species, by the way, are the Leunerup tribe with a third eye on its forehead and the Horn tribe, which has a tuna that stores magic on its head.

The third eye of Lünelöp and the tuna of Horn seems to be bought at high prices by some favorites and magicians.

Of course it's an act that touches the law, but is it also an undeniable fact that some human beings are intransigently targeting both races?

The Adventurer Guild is on the side of controlling them, but there seems to be a branch in the past that was using its position to make 'rough money'.

Yeah. Well, humans are despised by other races for being brutal and greedy.

(I don't know, you suddenly missed Abel...)

It doesn't make any sense, and I thought so.

No, because my teacher talked about it?

Because Abel doesn't like people and because she doesn't want to interrupt family encounters, she's early on with Cyril and is acting differently. So it's Yantine who's keeping me on guard around this house. She also said, "I will hide my appearance and leave it to you," so I haven't noticed.

(In the middle of the night, let's go find it for a while...)

I thought about it that way.

"Yes! Come with me! I'm not kidding! What are you doing? Suck!"

By the beds of the rooms, the already invigorating mode of fie hugs me well.

Love Sister has two ways of sleeping if she suddenly falls asleep with a pattern that gradually glows and falls asleep at a rate that makes her look very energetic but she may have turned it off even though she looks very energetic, but today, maybe, the latter one.

I recognize that it is easy to become the latter if you accumulate tiredness that Fee himself is unaware of.

Sleep is very deep in that case.

The pattern of the former makes me realize as soon as I get out of bed in the bathroom or something, I wake up.

To see Abel, maybe, you have to go outside. Should I say it was good in the latter, as it is certain that Phee's shallow sleep will prevent her from seeing him?

I really don't want to leave Fey, but I don't want to wake her up, and there's no guarantee I'll see Abel.

So I'm going to get out softly.

(Is that it? Does this conflict with my brother's mind?

No, no, fine, I'm gonna be back in 2-30 minutes, okay?

If I don't see you soon, I'm going home.

So I want to believe that this is not a serious behavior that is my brother.

And it was late at night.

Fee's face as she sleeps drooling in her mouth is really cute and she can stare at it for hours.

The sleeping face of my mother, who sleeps closely beside me, is similar, but I don't have any particular feelings there.

My Angel clings to me and sleeps, so I always struggle to pull it off.

But I'm used to it there.

Sometimes I wake up in the bathroom, I'm used to peeling in a way.

Recently, some work is being carried out sneakingly, such as the processing of clams, so the peeling technique has been further improved.

Leaving the room to make no noise and walking down the dark corridor.

Instead of heading right to the front door, I headed for the window I poked at.

There is no particular point in this. Say, "Somehow"?

It's brighter out there than the lights out indoors.

Because there are moonlights outside.

The moon in this world is bigger than the earth, and paler.

The moonlight plugging into the hallway was quiet and bright everywhere.

It's fantastic, so I really like it.

There she is.

Under a large tree visible through a window.

One beautiful elf sits gently facing this way.

Oh, yeah. 'Somehow' I know.

She wanted to see me somehow, too.

And 'somehow', he said, he chose where he could see it from this window.

The elf girl, who had eyes with me, smiled faintly, with no expression.