Life with my Little Sister

"Well, Brev?

When I go back to the venue, there is a small crowd.

Peeping into it, Hatko had seized one middle-aged woman there.

That's not the woman I saw. Who is it?

He was in the middle of becoming a horse rider and grubbing his little fat aunt around.

"Whoa, Al! You're right, you were right to keep an eye on the venue! This guy was trying to throw some weird eggs on stage!

Apparently, Brev succeeded in catching one of the flirtatious criminals.

I had no idea the ideas I offered in my spare time would work.

"Isn't that awesome, Brev!

"Hehe! I'm not looking to Dada for an adventurer! Now you're saying that I helped Cyril a little too!

He's holding onto the subject, even as he laughs so well as he looks at us. Even though I'm proud, I don't seem to be alarmed.

(The way you push in, you're kind of in the hall. Does that mean he also has instruction in the art of captivity?

The way the rope is wrapped also looks stiff to the amateur.

I guess Brev learned it over the past year because he shouldn't have known anything about ropework last year.

Are you saying that our Hatko works hard every day and that it is tied to the results?

The venue has guard soldiers in the first place, so soon comes an adventurer with an armband.

Apparently, he is familiar with Brev.

I ask the child with ten hands what happened from the beginning without asking what happened, etc.

"This woman was about to throw an egg?

"Whoa. That's right! From the crowd, I was about to let it go up!

"This is a dam dam bird egg! If something like this gets thrown at you, you're gonna be in big trouble with the stench!?"

No.

After they already threw it at me.

That's what I thought, a tiny voice sounded like a mosquito.

I noticed that the volume was minimal, probably because the voice was so beautiful.

"... uhhh..."

"Yeah......? What about you?"

The adventurer immediately looks hazy after seeing Mechacre speak up while hiding behind me.

Apparently, he noticed who this faceless young lady was.

"This is...! of the Viscount Bauman family......!

"Ooh, ooh... Ah, uhh..."

They turned their gaze and Mechacre couldn't speak anymore.

But there seems to be something I want to tell you.

And afterwards, I pulled my clothes around.

Maybe you want to explain that Frey was harmed.

"It's all right, Master Flair"

To reassure her, I rolled out the business smile that I kept...

"- Huh. Uh-uh..."

Like earlier, I knew I'd be silent.

I still don't seem to have developed enough relationships to calm her mind.

I have no choice.

I'll explain.

"Uh, right, it's an egg, actually -"

Let me talk to you, your adventurer's complexion changes.

I guess this is natural because there is actually damage to the Viscount's warrant, and furthermore, the eggs that came off are splashed elsewhere.

"Okay. I once head to the stuffing station and run to deal with each place. Brev, I'm sorry, but I need you to hold on to that woman for a while."

"Rikai!

The adventurer runs away with a patter.

"Oh, uh..."

My back is killing me.

When I look at it, Mechacre whines bossy with her face down.

"Wow, me, of, about... 'Dear', yes, I need it, yes… of…. Keep it up, Flair..."

You want me to call it off?

Even though you're a nobleman?

Well, if you say so, so does Frey.

No, I'm out of the question for not using respect in the first place.

(Bauman brothers and sisters are aesthetically shaped and elegant, but they don't feel great at all, so it's because of that, yeah)

Let's just say I'm not being rude.

When she nodded with the intent of understanding, Mechacre continued to pull her clothes as if they were creepy.

"... f, flare, what..."

Do you mean call it in now?

"... flare"

"... Huh! Ooh, ooh, ooh...! Oh, heh, heh..."

You look happy, and shall we be good?

"Dear Flair!

There comes a private soldier from the Viscount Bauman family.

The knights were searching for Mechacre.

They immediately held back the woman that Brev was holding back additionally and at the same time stood to protect Mechacre.

I can also see anger in that look, but I wonder what this is because we know we threw eggs at our own protected opponents.

"You idiot! To our Lord, work with great disrespect!

"That's right! It's very unforgivable to denigrate Master Frey's beauty!

"Exactly! It is not acceptable to attack the beauty of our Lady Frey!

It's disrespectful. I know you say it's disrespectful, but you're also angry at 'beauty'.

Military uniforms are very confident in their appearance because of the attitude of the surrounding people.

I mean, aren't you idolizing the ministerial corps, that guy?

Its Viscount Bauman family warrant continues to perform brilliantly on the stage with noise elsewhere.

The audience also nailed the stage for the most part.

I guess it's a perception of the extent to which drunken or sleazy criminals have been caught, such as this one.

(I mean, it's military uniform. Will you stop sneaking around looking at me...)

Some of the audience and your men who noticed it will stare at me with a tremendous face.

…………♪

Oh, I gave it another spin.

That was totally deliberate, this.

You understand my mood and you do it...

That little devil.

Eventually the guards came earlier and pulled the woman away.

There's no such thing as rushing around and fucking around, and I don't see the 'egg thrower' I saw.

Arrowhead I guess the only aunt they took now was after another attack without leaving.

(I hope the interrogation clears your back...)

It seemed like an act that was really an organization, and I don't think it's a 'little harassment'.

I want the neighborhood to be clear for the future.

"Ah, Al! You're back!?"

My mother, who suddenly passed me her sister, is swelling her cheeks with puffiness.

Marimo looks like Mr. Dorothea was stuck with me.

"Was that kid's song really awesome? So much so that the singing princess is so sumptuous! Did Al see it right? Did you listen to that?

By "awesome song" my mother would mean the singing princess of Marn Heroit, who served as a substitute when she was deodorizing her military uniform.

Right next door, Mechacre is shaking with shame.

But I'm sorry.

I've been talking to Frey for a long time then, so I haven't been able to listen to this girl singing...

It's an opportunity, but it's something I didn't do.

"Ah, brother, welcome home"

And Sisty, she looks at Brev worried.

At this rate, Brother Hatko must have rushed off suddenly.

I was worried, but I guess the only reason the brother is good at it is because he has achieved the corresponding results.

Maybe I should embarrass Brev when I think about Sisty, but the fact that he ran off suddenly is the same for me. I don't deserve to say anything.

I'm sorry, Sisty.

"Yes, Al! It's Phee."

My mother will hand over the angel to me.

Looks like we're still in the middle of Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu mode as far as the look on my angel's face goes.

"Fee."

When I call to try it out.

"Heh heh!? We're here already!?"

My Sister's big favor opened up and hugged me.

"Easy, Fee. This is the central venue of Cyril."

"Miuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!?"

Apparently, less dreamy, delusions were already running in this daughter's brain until 'Thanksgiving Day' began.

When I shook my head, he came back completely to reality, and after giving me a discouraged look, I cheeked as I swelled my mochi cheeks.

"We haven't arrived at home yet! Phew, I don't think that's a good thing!

Pumped and angry.

Why should I blame you?

Right next door, to Mr. Dorothea and Sisty, Brev brags about his hands-on story.

Well, in fact, catching one of the killers would be a big deal.

In some cases, you might be able to get some important information.

"Already! Everybody, shut up! You can't concentrate on the stage!

And my mother got into anger mode.

In the end, nothing happened after that, and the theatre and the festival ended peacefully.