Life with my Little Sister

Episode 311: Pooh Pooh Pooh, Shih Poo Poo Poo

Mirtia Ahokaynen.

Five.

She was an indescribable figure in the Kingdom of Moonrayne.

While he is seen as the 'Son of Miracles' who performed the miracle of the Moon God and saved Cyril from the catastrophe, he is also often inclined to see him as' just an asshole's son who is not conversational ', and it is often controversial between a very small part of him who knows she exists, whether Miltia is awesome or not.

Interviews conducted on several occasions have also not yielded any results.

Says...

"Mmm...? You prefer fish to meat? But I also like meat...?

"I want a dog. But now they say I can't...?

"Friends, the goal is to make a hundred......?

Etc., and the beginning and end of all replies that are not very relevant to the question.

The interview does not reveal any confusion.

I'll take a magic measurement of that, but it does hold more magic than kids my age, but if you say how much miracles you can do, everyone will tilt their necks.

"Isn't the miracle of the Moon God something Her Royal Highness the Fourth Princess of Arrowhead gained?

"But then how do you explain the Cyril thing? Her Royal Highness was not there. Arrowhead, shouldn't we think Mirtia Ahokainen is involved?

"Just saying you were there would be no way to make a decision. Maybe it's just a coincidence."

Materials were lacking to affirm or deny, and no settlement was attached.

In the end, it will be called a hold.

The only thing that settled on me was the rating that said, 'I don't know what kind of kid you are'.

It was, for Miltier, an out-of-the-box.

As there was a nursery in Cyril, childcare facilities are developed in this world.

That was because there were wars, monsters existed and therefore many houses that would be single parents.

There are independent nurseries, and churches and temples may operate as side businesses.

And in places like the royal castle, there are also castle nursery facilities for those who work there.

There are tiny children there and many families want their parents to keep them alive or not because they can learn collective behavior as well as teach them simple reading and writing arithmetic.

Whatever, the quality of the nursery is pinky.

Some just keep it, others just play and it's over.

Childcare workers also need to be educated to teach minimum studies. So if it's not too much, I won't even teach you to study.

Going there, the nursery facilities in the royal castle were of the highest quality.

This is not because of the fine motives children call important, but because they started it for popularity after "The Takeover" six generations ago.

But even if the impure reason is the starting point, it's a thankful story for those who keep it.

The people working in Royal Castle made great use of the nursery facilities.

One of them is a woman named Tarbicki Ahokainen.

She was convinced that her daughter would be the future savior, so the nursery naturally thought it should be a place worthy of it.

In this regard, the royal castle nursery facility was considered a pass. Anyway, the quality of the childcare workers as well as the equipment is good.

That's right.

To say that childcare workers are of good quality was a happy thing for Miltier.

The royal castle nursery facility is divided into multiple parts because there are many children to be kept.

First, nobility or civilians?

And in them, parental status or status is high or low.

This class division was natural in a way.

It's a world where discrimination is commonplace, so if you don't share it, it's a source of trouble.

As the Ahokainen family is neither descended nor aristocratic of immigrants, they naturally enter childcare facilities for the civilian population.

The civilian kids don't really care about their identities, so it's easy to get along.

Therefore, nursery facilities for the civilian population are also basically overflowing with smiles.

Basically - I mean, there were exceptions.

"I don't know what he's thinking."

"Your father said you shouldn't talk to him because he's special..."

Mirtia Ahokainen was alone.

There are no children to talk to me, and I'm avoided talking to them.

The exception was the childcare workers, who treated me normally to Miltier.

But that's not "friends."

The desire to have a friend very normally never came true.

Until I met one of the boys.

"Oh? Miltier, are you looking at Mr. Paper Bird again?

"Mmm...... My treasure."

I snort strongly at the childcare worker's question.

That's some, boring, atmospheric boy broke me a parrot glass.

As the saying goes, it was a Mirtia treasure.

Even when I'm alone, if I watch this, I get energized.

"Really, you're doing great...? Wonder how a piece of paper would turn out like this?

The caregiver is leaning his neck as impressed.

"Hmm...... Al is awesome......!

Al, Noel, Al, Mom, Feel.

I have not forgotten the joy of being friends for the first time.

At the nursery in Cyril, some children, albeit temporarily, became friends through origami.

And brothers and sisters that they are relatives of Alto Crane Putt.

If there is such a thing as a patrol, for Miltier, it is the encounter with 'him'.

"The patrol of the stars...... Your mother always said...?

The Poughty Girl believed in her 'destiny' rather than telling her ancestors that she would be the Savior.

"Miltier, you're meeting that friend again tonight, aren't you?

"Mmm...... If I see you, good......?

With his puffy eyes, he stares jizzily at the parrot glass.

Her waiter said she was sorry she didn't know if she was coming.

Suitable for looking up at the sky, on a certain hill.

Still, there, we met.

"The stars tonight are so beautiful...? I want Al to see..."

Miltier said a small favor.

And night.

The young girl, on a green hill, waits for her friend.

A group of meteors should soon run a white paintbrush on a pitch-black canvas that extends into the sky.

"Miloo. Mother, I'm hungry. Let's go get something to eat before the full star descent begins."

Before coming this way, Mother Pooh, who should have had a good dinner, said as she rubbed her stomach.

Apparently, he succumbed to the smell of a stall on the road.

"Mmm...? But I promised to wait for the Al's here...?

"I'm not coming. I'm not coming. I'm not coming."

Tarbicki waves with a bumble, grinning bitterly.

"People who say, 'If I could go, I'd go,' or 'It might be hard to go,' or something like that, would never come. I've heard that line many times since I was a kid, too, right? Waste as much as you'd expect. If you have time to wait for someone who's not coming, it's much more meaningful to have a skewer in your stomach. Look, Mill, your mother's gonna buy you a lot of things, okay?

Like a child, a tartare that pulls your child's sleeves.

"Mmm...... But I want to wait for Al."

"It's not 'I promise', it's not 'I have to wait', it's 'I want to wait'? Yeah...... I can't believe I let my mill, which I love to eat, go that far."

"Me, eating is ~... like it? But there are also priorities......?

"Uh-huh...? I don't have a desire better than my belly. Even our chief Koubas pavilion said, 'It's more than a man's dream, it's purse gold!' or 'loyalty is something to consider only if money does not take precedence', I often say..."

It was a terrible place to work.

"I can't help it..."

Talviki gave up going to eat.

But he didn't seem to give up eating.

I called out to a group of kids who seemed a little off the hook, who didn't seem wealthy.

"Hey, you guys?

"Uh? What is it?

"Is that a crowd? We're not going anywhere, are we?

"And you're rude...... Huh! Towards the Mother of the Savior (Messiah Mother)......!

Tartar has one cough.

"Are you hungry, boys? Why don't you buy me a skewer at the stall you can see over there and I'll luxury you one at a time?

"Really!? I'll do it!