Life with my Little Sister

"Yay, that's good. There he is. Ahhhhhhhhh!

June morning.

Fee, who has stormed with a full grin,

"Yuuuuuuu!

Brake suddenly in front of me.

"Holy shit!

Apparently, he stopped hugging me from himself and wanted me to hold him up.

"Look, Fee. Gyu"

"Gyu! Hehe...! I really like the feel of it! Love it!"

Hmm.

My cheeks are soft.

"So, what's up, Fee? You're in a good mood."

"Fuhi-ju... Huh! Heh, heh, heh, he understands the mood! He's taking a good look at me about Phew! No boulders, but you did!

Well, obviously it's tense......

"Yes! Today, the day we go for pudding! Huh, I eat a lot! I'll change!

"Oh. So..."

Today is the day that Miss, that frigid elf, invites me to meet the cache of Etgo's textile enquirer.

So, when Pudding comes out, too.

Especially among the sisters, eating pudding seems to be the main purpose.

"Phew, I'll, uh, give it to you! Phew, I need you to, uh! Just thinking, Phew, happiness!

"Meetings with people will be the main thing, and you can't tell them how long to wait, can you?

"Then I have a good idea for Phew! I'll take the game! Phew, I'll play with that!

What your sister pointed to was a board of board games.

Living on Kishkud Island, this souvenir was conceived for our Crane Putt brothers and sisters friends, Watercolor and Mime, but they often play with Fee in prototypes made apart from gifts.

(But if me and Fee were playing board games, who the hell would meet Mr. Mitchemon?

Well, I might have some waiting time or something, so I wouldn't mind taking it just in case.

As usual this time, I, Phee, Mother, Abel and Marimo will go outside, but Abel and Marimo will split up on the way and wait at the Chamber of Commerce.

Mother seems lost with her best friend and Marimo, but she seems to follow us if we don't leave the two young children alone.

Well, a seven-year-old and a four-year-old.

If you were a parent, you'd be worried.

"Uh-oh... eh. I wanted to make some sweets for the Chamber of Commerce, and my mother wanted to try them too..."

Are you pulling your hair back over there?

Whatever, I left with that kind of mentz.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are out of time..."

With a mosquito-like voice, a beautiful young lady gives a toast.

Was this daughter indeed Clara, Mr. Michaemon's granddaughter?

He sounds like a great person, he didn't have a name in this story, and I didn't expect to see him again blah blah.

A well-manipulated and graceful thank you, but its expression is dark. The colour of fright can be seen clearly.

I must have swung my courage to say hello even though I was scared and wanted to escape......

"It's been a while, Mr. Clara. Glad to see you again."

So I rolled out my best smile (for business) too.

Because I'm confident that the only laughter I've had in my past life is the laughter.

I hope this makes you a little less alert......

But...

"………………"

(Ah. You immediately hid behind Mr. Mitchemon, didn't you?

Are you familiar with the rest of the crowd, or was My Smile no good?

Anyway, even a small run has a strange elegance...?

(Even though it is unwieldy, every single one of the motions is beautiful. I don't know how to grow up, but does Mr. Michamon's shop seem like a luxury to deal with nobles?

For that split, I don't feel very noble from my tall grandfather.

Either way, I smell like a "common man".

"Er... Today, uh... Come to the pudding tasting party... Ugh...... Thank you very much - thank you..."

With Mon's awesome bar reading, the frigid high elf is reading out the words.

It's not that I don't have the acting skills, either way, it's close to that of an unmotivated new hire. I'm sure you're unwilling.

If that's the case, I haven't asked you why you're meeting with Mr. Mitchemon.

Will we find out properly at this meeting?

"Eh...... Due to some trouble - …. Pudding is served... er... Just a little late -...... So -...... Ugh...... Until then - …. All of you are making a joke and you're down there..."

"Holy shit, Mis! Whatever it takes, it's not too harsh! Why don't you be more serious!

"Ugh...... I'm a Berry Berry Tiered because of my ghost glasses. If it's true, you can't even come this way, can you? That's how you forced yourself out to reward years of friendship."

"Hey, but years of friendship! I thought you were out of the Chamber of Commerce under the pretext of coming here!? No one else can deceive me!

No, the others are deceitful, and I don't think anyone believes you, do they?

"Please don't talk about it. I'm not lying. Horns on the rabbit, the pudding will be with you for a while due to unpleasant circumstances. I'm eating pudding over there, so please stay in touch."

With all the mess said, the little high elf just pulled in.

Well, I guess the main purpose is, 'I'll see Mr. Mitchemon', so you ate pudding and said hi goodbye, then you stepped on it.

And as soon as I heard of AC, my mother, who is not afraid and loves cute things, is fast approaching Clara.

"Hello -? My name is Lucica. It's the two of us - Al and Phee's mom. It was Clara, wasn't it? This is the first time I've talked to you properly, okay?

My mother's face is frizzy.

I'm sure you want to stick around.

"... here, here, ha..."

Clara, on the other hand, says hello diligently, frightened as a small animal.

But there is no sign of Mr. Michamon coming out of the shadows.

The mother turned her childish, unyielding smile to the tall old man.

"Mr. Mitchemon, let me stuck your grandson!

That's straight, dude.

"Oh, you don't mind, do you? Ning Lo, keep doing it."

"Huh... Huh!? Oh no, Eph - Grandpa, I... Akiyu!?"

In an understated protest, Clara pokes a gap in her face and My Mother hugs' Beautiful Young Girl of the Future 'without hesitation.

"Oh, oh, oh, my..."

"Hehehe...... More than I thought, nice hug, huh?

Not for interactive purposes, but for complete self-satisfaction?

Mother walked in front of us with Zunzun, holding Clara back, showing off her textile inquirer daughter.

"Heh heh. Isn't that good?

You smile like a kitten or even a stuffed animal.

But there's one silver-haired toddler pulling on my sleeve when she puts it around.

"Ha ha...! Phew! Huh? Huh? Huh?

"Yes, sir."

I hold up My Angel too.

Now we have two pairs of "Snacks".

The old man, who doesn't exist, who snuggles at us, smiles at us like that.

"Hmm. Isn't that a good combination? Well, lords, why don't you be my granddaughter's friend?

"Yes, yes! Me! I'm your friend number one! So, Al and Phee, you're two and three!

Mother, you did the same thing when you were Pooh, but you don't care about the difference in age at all.

Well, if you get fed up with your age, it would make a huge difference with Abel.

"Ho ho ho...... Good for you, Clara. Looks like you made three friends at once, huh?

"Oh, my God, Grandpa..."

A young girl who is unilaterally decided and very confused.

Oh?

From the shadow of the other door, you could see Master Chirali and Chibi Elves.

Even though he ate pudding as declared, he was concerned about how things were going over here.

Especially though she pulled right in again.

"Sa! Sa! We became friends because of this, so why don't we just play together! Clara, do you like games?

"Oh, you know, me, I've never done that at all..."

"Then let's do it? Is my Al awesome? 'Cause I've been thinking about a very interesting board game!

"Meh! Oh, my God, no! Fu's! Ha, ha, ha, ha!

Dobby, but put the game you brought on the table.

I was wondering if I could use a board game just to get in the way of it, which was helpful in an unexpected way.

This time I brought two types of plates and two types of commas.

But there will be a little more games to play.

"Wow...! That's adorable fine work......!

Clara let her eyes shine on the board where she was placed, then she clutched her mouth at first sight.

I mean, I guess that's an unexpected feeling right now.

It should be noted that craftsmanship is the strong hope of My Angel, because it carves pigs and rabbits on the board, deformed animals.

Of course, it has nothing to do with the game.

"Ho? Do the chambers of commerce sell these hands-on boards these days?

Mr. Mitchemon peeks at it with interest, but I made this from woodworking practice, so it's not for sale.

At last, I haven't even sold it yet.

"Good, Klau...... Klara. There are two kinds of games. One is that the game itself is fun. And the other is the rush to play through the game - there's no way to talk about it yet, it's not as good as a" betting tool. "

Hey, is this grandpa okay?

You're not a gambling addict, are you?