Life with my Little Sister

The next day.

Aletta saw an elf and a child's mentor near a paddy field outside the village of Rühling.

She approaches them without one or two.

"Hey!"

Speaking up, the boy looked back, but the elf girl did not react as if she had not heard.

The elf's surgeon punched his tongue and tried to grab his fellow countryman's shoulder.

- But.

"... Become!?"

Aletta's hand cut the sky in vain.

Siebel behaved very naturally and approached it from behind.

"Ku... Huh! This... ugh!

Hands stretched out twice and three times, all of which wave empty.

It was clear to the elves with their backs turned that they had a physical acumen.

"Sulsulu and......! Why are you doing this?"

"... I don't like being touched by my body"

The elf magician finally talks about it.

I knew you were hearing me, and Aletta poisons me in the chest.

But I can't help but restrain myself from grabbing my shoulder.

I wanted to talk to you.

"... I'm not particularly"

Siebel doesn't look back at all.

I'm staring at Ji and Mita.

Those eyes are serious in themselves, but the only person who can understand them will be about her apprentice or best friend.

"I asked your godchild. You know the missing old potion generation technology, don't you? Tell me about it."

"... I can't"

"Why do you think I can't be trusted?"

Siebel turned a chilling glance at Aletta as she peeled out her emotions and glanced at her.

"... Pre-technology issues. There is a great discrepancy between me and you in the amount of knowledge that underlies it. I can't make a decent potion without starting where I bury it. And now I don't have the time to be giving knowledge"

"You don't have time!? So what about your apprentice?!? You're teaching such a little kid how to generate medicine!?"

…………

With a tiny sigh, Siebel approached his apprentice and gave him some instructions.

As soon as he nodded, he switched places and started investigating the water quality.

Apparently, the master dared to move the disciple.

"... that kid is"

"What?"

"... that child is starting his studies properly from the acquisition of knowledge. Besides, I only teach the conditioning and the foundation part. It's a good match for" time. "

"Liar!

Aletta screamed.

"And that kid's skill. I didn't think he was very new to speed, either! That's a skilled man's move! I won't let you call me an amateur."

"... because she's a little special"

"Ha! Special? What, you're gonna tell me your apprentice is a genius?

"... Al is not a genius. That child's skill was brought about by the result of his efforts."

"Don't be ridiculous!

Aletta screamed again.

"That kid, I don't care what you think, isn't about seven to eight years old! I mean, for the first time I've studied for a few weeks... it's a good few months, isn't it? So if you have that skill, you have to call it genius! What an effort!

At the moment, Aletta was struck by the intense cold.

It didn't take me long to realize that was due to 'killings' emanating from the sorcerer in front of me.

I feel obvious anger even though I remain faceless.

If I buy any more unhappiness, won't I lose my life?

That's enough to make me feel that way.

(It's no big deal, and there's no way they're going to hit me with a boulder... This Siebel or something in the first place, she doesn't look very strong... But maybe I should stop pissing you off. For once, for once...)

When Aletta shuts up, 'The former chill' disappears from Siebel.

She took her gaze off Aletta and turned her attention to her disciple, who was diligently investigating.

And groan with potpourri.

"... four years old"

"What is it?

"... that kid started studying medicine when he was four. Not weeks or months."

"Four? That's a long time ago. But if you can make a potion like that in two or three years, you'll still have to say you're the owner of a talent you've missed."

"… that's the result of the effort"

"What are you talking about?

"Al continues his training without taking a day off from the day he started studying. Even on days without me, without rest."

"Hmm? You really like potions."

"... no. She has a family."

"Huh? As much as my family, who would it be? If there's a difference, it's just a difference between living and dead."

…………

Siebel's gaze at the word is cold.

But I never noticed Aletta because of her anger and lack of killings.

"... that kid desperately studies because of his family. To support my family."

"You're so young, you're thinking about that? Sure, it's good to take care of your family, but could a little kid, normally, come to think of that?

To Aletta's question, Siebel did not answer. Instead, I spinned the words.

"... that kid keeps a stockpile in private with his family"

"Huh? At that age, you're already making money?

Those who work even in children are actually not that few.

Some people are forced to farm with the help of houses, and the slums' poor and orphans are constructing their living expenses by grabbing villages, picking up garbage, etc.

But it will be rare for anyone to make enough money to 'save'.

"... Al, this is what he thinks. 'It's a world like this, so you might leave your family and die first. When that happens, I want to leave some money with my family. Even if it's only a few, I want it to add to my life'. So that kid doesn't waste time. I rarely buy what I want. I'm saving money for my mother and sister."

With that word, Aletta noticed that that child did not seem to have a father.

Especially in a world where there are as many children as there are single parents or unaccompanied children.

"... so Al doesn't rest on his studies. I don't lazy. I don't get out of hand because I believe what I've learned will support my family. That's the reason for the fast improvement. How do we make it work? How can we not fail? I always think about it, so I get the hang of it right away. Al's skill, that's how he was fed. Never a genius. Just for the sake of my family, she's still studying."

In Siebel's words, Aletta understood why she was angry when she said, 'What's the effort?'

Because the words I said in a light-hearted manner insulted that child's life and behavior.

She herself is well aware of the difficulty of continuing to run without rest.

(Especially since I think 'what I can strive for' is one of my talents)

Aletta remembered that one of your conditions should have been to have the 'will to last'.

"Well, that's it. Gaining knowledge from a good doctor like me will also save a lot more lives. So just tell me what you know."

"... hit me elsewhere. I thought you said I was busy."

"That's not what you're saying, is it? If we don't find a cure for this strange disease, we're gonna lose more lives, right? Is that why you or your apprentice might be in danger?

"... I can understand that logic. However, in this case, I have decided that 'turning down the original' is a higher priority. I want to focus on finding those who sprinkled the embryos of parasitic species."

When she heard about the suspect, Aletta remembered Ditt's cleric.

Can't you take this information from Siebel, even if it's a little too much, into trading material?

"Well, then I heard something funny, didn't I?

"... what?

"Hmm. You want to know? I want to know, right? But dah meh! It's not free, is it?

"… you just asked for my knowledge without offering a price"

"What are you talking about? You said you could save a lot more lives if the effect of the medicine I make was increased, right?

"... If you're going to shake that argument, securing the killer should do the same. Request immediate disclosure of information to save lives."

"Gu...... Huh. You have an unexpected tongue..."

However, if we cannot "trade" here, we may not be able to know "ancient potion generation technology".

I didn't want to pull.

At any rate, I wanted Siebel's knowledge.

Arrowheads where Aletta tried to figure out a way to make the next concession, it (...) happens.

Doon, and something exploded.

Around the top of the mountain near the village, it looked like it wobbled heavily.