Life with my Little Sister

April of 1206, a sacred history.

Today is first-degree exam day.

If you pass here, the first stage is next.

If it goes well, next time will be my last exam.

Somehow I want to pass straight to the target point.

"No! Good luck with the exam...... Huh!

That's how your sister in your arms supports you.

The sister hasn't even taken the tenth grade exam yet.

Passing would be easy with this daughter's abilities, but she's the one who cries when she leaves me, so that's where the neck is.

He seems to miss me while I go to exams, for example, but still has a mother beside him and Abel.

But when this daughter takes the exam, she naturally becomes alone away from the 'whole family'.

It's a world Phee's never experienced before.

I don't even know what will happen.

It's just that I took the exam at a single digit age to make money, and luckily, I'm doing a good job of buying and selling patents, so I don't have to force Myangel to take the exam.

If you're going to use magic outside, you're going to need a license, but in a few more years - since you've gained the strength of your heart enough to take it alone. But, otherwise, it's not too late.

(Ning Lo, I think it's not a very good thing that this girl's talent is known early...)

In that sense, even though it's a misunderstanding, my perception of being a 'genius' could be a great hideout.

"Fee. Can you stand it properly without me?

"Phew, I can't! So - please come back to Phew!

It's clouding.

Finally, they even kissed me.

(And speaking of exams -)

It's that girl.

A child on the other side of the example "Saw It".

Unidentified, village girl.

Who the hell is she?

I have no idea what this looks like.

Well, the joke will be over today and next time, both as a raven and a horn, and I'll talk to her directly.

That way you won't even be able to see it nearby because of the difference in identity, rather than conversation.

I'm a little lonely, but that girl now has a sweet mother.

I'm sure we'll stay close until she gets married.

I sure hope so.

"Hello."

"Hello."

This greeting will also end next time.

She is gracefully thankful, but somewhere, above the sky.

"... what's wrong?

I lean my neck.

The usual escort said, 'You don't have to pry too hard!' All the time, I'm staring at this one.

She still hated me so much...

"Oh, and excuse me. It was too rude, such as taking a floating attitude in front of people...... I'm so sorry."

"Yes, no, it's like deliberately lowering your head..."

When she rushed her head up, she still exhaled, "Huh..."

The look of it seems annoying or even annoying.

"Something you care about?

"Ahhh......, if I did, I'd see you again...... overlapping, sorry......!

A moonlike toddler who breaks her hips with a pepper.

But after all, I'm in the mood.

"Um..."

The young lady eventually asked me a favor.

"What is it?

"I heard your magician was previously an elf. If so - is it weird that you know the Great Chamber of Commerce operated by the Elves...?

"Well, of course. I mean, I think even kids know the name of the Shorcina Chamber of Commerce...?

"Yes, right..."

Behind a young girl with a moon-like atmosphere snorted, the accompanying person gave a look like she had chewed up a bitter bug.

Speaking of which, was there a case in which a princess's escort came to the Chamber of Commerce to give me a serving-grass and was put on her sleeve?

Is that supposed to be this guy?

Village Daughter doesn't realize the attitude of the person she accompanies and keeps tickling.

"When it comes to the Shorcina Chamber of Commerce, it is a major store known throughout the continent, but in the last few years, we have heard that it has performed particularly well. That's because they're selling attractive new products one after another."

"Oh, yeah. I think I'm actively buying out inventions and recipes. My kid likes to play with clay and assemble blocks, but I do hear the Dwarves sold them in."

My sister in my arms reacted to my words.

"Phew, I like clay and blocks! He gave it to me! Phew. Yet, sweet! Phew, that's nice! Phew, I like it! Love it!"

The young lady watches My Angel cheek at me as if she sees something smiling.

Not only are you smart, Village Daughter, but you must be growing your spirit fast.

Do you think I'm older than I am?

"The... I have the opportunity to see the prototype before it is officially sold."

Oh, is that like a eel tasting party?

It goes hand in hand with publicity, and to some extent we have to keep our faces connected to the upper classes, and I guess that's the case.

"I bought something for my mother, too, with that handout."

"Heh. Like what?"

"A vehicle called a tricycle - no, is it a toy?

I blocked Fee's mouth with both hands.

If you're another second late,

"Phew, I know! I made it!

But you would have screamed.

My Angel is in my arms.

I whispered, "Don't tell me?," My Sister snorted firmly.

I pretend to know nothing.

"Tricycle?"

"Yes. It's a toy for kids to ride and play with. It's fun again."

Right...

Do you play tricycles, too, village girl?

I can't imagine riding a boulder in a dress, but I don't think it fits this girl's image very well.

Is that rude?

"The tricycle is said to be the work of Mr. Essen."

"Essen?"

"Yes. Charles Essen. Now alongside Mr. Bavaria, it must be the bi-perfection of the great inventor of Wang Du. The reason is unknown, but he says he's only wholesale the invention to the Elves' Chamber of Commerce. No one knows his identity, but the theory also says that he is not a human race, but an elf."

Oh, yeah.

Sounds like an honorary elf, that guy.

"What I noticed was not the tricycle itself, but what wrapped its wheels - an invention called a tire. That's great stuff. The Chamber of Commerce already seems to be developing a wheel with tires on, but within a few years my teacher was also impressed that all carriages and luggage cars across the continent would be equipped with tires."

Is it true that your village daughter's teacher is from Lunelup?

The teacher of such a masterpiece serves, so I guess the teacher is also a great talent.

"He also seems to have earned his share in the clothing industry with safety pins and threading, and I hear he is also the developer of the 'Bottled Ship', which has become famous for its auctions. His inventions are all about transforming ready-made products. The imaginative dimension is too different. I'm sure he's a genius."

Probably not.

"But..."

And, for some reason, the subdued village girl.

"I am concerned about Mr. Bavaria, a genius alongside Essen."

That's what the moon-like toddler told me, and I almost leaned my neck.

I think an invention in the name of Blah Blah Essen would be more useful to the world.

Nail clippers and peelers.

My village daughter, she seems a little embarrassed.

Is there any reason to be embarrassed?

"Well, the... Mr. Bavaria is an expert in cooking…"

"Yeah."

"All of his invented dishes are so delicious..."

A young lady with a voice that's about to disappear and her fingers stuck together.

(Oh, Naruto)

You were ashamed to think you were a foodie.

"So, what was so good about it?

Naturally, I don't know my village daughter's food preferences.

It's a girl, and it would be sweet if you normally think about it, but like Sisty (a mollusk enthusiast) from Hatoko, who lives in Cyril, you might prefer sinister food.

The moon-like toddler raised her face and muttered hisso.

"That's a supreme treat like never before."

"Confectionery"

That's a normal girl hobby.

I liked the dried meat marinated in the sauce, and it didn't seem like it.

"Its body is plump and soft, with a cute yet beautiful shape in yellow. A fun feeling that sinks in when you soak it up with a spoon. And most importantly, that flavor... Huh!

A toddler girl who puts her fingers together to pray and looks up at the sky.

I understood that this girl liked the wreckage of the frustrated Plan A.

"Pudding...... Huh! It is the ultimate sweetness, produced by Mr Bavaria......! Compared to that invention, even Mr Essen's tires would be sumptuous......!

Aren't you a little overwhelmed?

Humans don't get in trouble without pudding, do they?

It should be noted that I still have Phee's mouth blocked.

Anyway, my sister loves pudding.

A few days after I fed Abel, I was feeding my family again, but Myangel, my mother, and all the high elves seemed to like that one.

"Ha..."

And the village daughter, sigh again.

"Me and your mother were captivated by pudding in one bite... But until the formal sale begins, it will never come true again...... I haven't released the recipe yet, so I can't even ask you to make it..."

Is that why you were shouting?

Do you like pudding so much?

(This is probably the most irrelevant conversation I've had with my village daughter...)

No, dark stories and urgent stories are no thanksgiving, so that's fine.

It's also amazing that the last two glances will end with a story about pudding.

"If your pudding is officially sold, please try it. Those are heavenly treats. The world changes…"

Yeah......

If I had activated Plan A on this girl, maybe it would have worked.

Especially since your village daughter is a human race, although her ears are normal.

"Mr. Bavaria has joined those whom I would certainly like to meet. If it's going to happen, I'd really like to show you the spirit of sweetness..."

If you want to be a magician, I think Essen will usually be interested.

Don't be afraid, sweet magic.

Eventually this day's conversation ended only when they really preached on the beauty of the pudding.

"Yay, yay! Phew! Phew, I want pudding too!

"Yes, sir. I'll stop by the Chamber of Commerce after the exam, so why don't we have it there? Probably ready for you."

"Really -!? Phew, I eat a lot! Phew, I like pudding! I like it!

I went back to my family, forgiving my sister for rambling in my arms.