Life with my Little Sister

"Nooooooooooo! LUCICA AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

And goodbye day.

A grandfather is holding his mother in his arms, crying.

This Osama is probably a pain in the ass too.

Well, after all, I couldn't play with my grandfather this year, so I know how sad I feel when I think about it.

Besides my grandparents, Hatcoz and the Huroit brothers and sisters came to see me off.

These four had the help of a nursery and stage arches, but they rushed all the way to me.

"This is an assortment of souvenirs. Eat in the carriage on the way home or at home upon arrival. Even so, it won't be very sunny, so some of it could go to waste."

"Thank you, Frey. I'll feed you dearly."

But I don't think you need to worry about the sunshine, do you?

Because the moment I received the basket, My Mother and My Angel's eyes glowed with suspicious sound effects.

Probably going to be eaten up on the road without keeping it until we do.

"... oh, ma, again, come, come, come down, no..."

Mechacre lowers her head with a pepper as she hides behind Frey.

Hopefully we'll get along better with this girl if we have a next one.

"Yeah. Hope you get a chance to listen to Flair's song next time."

"- Whoa! Whoa, whoa..."

Flair pulled into the shadow of one of the twins' cracks.

But there were no words of denial like "impossible" or "embarrassing," so it's probably okay, yeah.

And Sisty, the 'understatement' of the Crane Putt clan, gives me the wrap.

"Um, Mr. Alto. This is the lunch I made. Please talk to me on the road."

"Thank you, Sisty. You want a taste?

"Yes..."

Hatko smiles at me, though.

As I said last year, I hear this girl continues to study cooking properly.

Mr. Dorothea said he had good muscles.

I wonder if it will be familial, child-loving, and close to the man's imaginary ideal girl in the future.

And other families.

My mother is cuddling with my grandfather, so Marimo is holding me by Mr. Dorothea, but on that chest, my made necklace shines.

You liked it so much, I gave it to you and then left it on.

"Ah bu!

Miss Noir trying to touch it.

Granma seems to think of this behavior as a baby-specific interest, but probably not.

I think he's trying to eat the magic itself because he's conferring some sort of purifying magic for the sake of twistedness, and it's through his demonic core.

"Oh, Noir, you can't put this in your mouth, can you?

"Akiyu..."

It's a little depressing, Marimo.

If I hadn't been fooled, I would have really eaten it.

"Hey, Al! Now let's go on an adventure outside the city!? I want to do more mock warfare with you."

I'm sorry about both of them, my best friend.

Outside the city, it's dangerous in the first place.

"It's gonna be okay. With my force and your magic, you have nothing to be afraid of! Any adventure will survive!

Though I think even if we partied among the crude, we can only see a future that will be wiped out.

I don't think what Brev needs is a half-baker like me, he's a calm, depositionary staff officer, for real.

There, Grandpa Shark interrupts me when I'm done hugging my mother.

"No! No, you can't, Brev! Next year! Next year, I'll be the only one with my daughters and grandchildren! Last year and this year, you could play at all. Bye! Next, a few more days! The Alliance is also busy at some time of the festival! Come on when it's over! So let's go play!

Well, the experience of swimming, fishing and floating in the lake is very welcome because I would love to make you feel better.

Especially when My Angel says, "I want to go to the festival! If you wish, you are naturally going to give it priority.

"Yay, yay! Hurry up and go home? Phew, I think that's good!

The angel is holding onto my body, but still pulling his clothes.

I have no goodbye greetings or plans for the next one on my mind, and I seem to be hoping to have 'Thanksgiving Day' as soon as possible.

On the other hand, my grandfather is also my grandfather, and I have no spare time with regard to our next visit.

"Look, Brev, Sisty! And the Viscount Bauman twins! Next time, I'll take over my grandson! You got it!?"

"Huh? I refuse?

Viscount family warrant answering sassy.

He clutches his hand close to me with his twin sister on his back.

"Even you'd be much more at ease with a poor beautiful girl like me than a muscular, muscular, middle-aged man, wouldn't you?

And as it were, he turns his expression into a luscious' woman 'face and smiles at me.

But you're a man, aren't you?

"I intend to make the most of the position of the Viscount eldest son and the identity of the trouper to make backgammon popular with the people. To do this, close contact with you, the developer of this excellent game, is essential. So, if it is, you and I should be as close as possible. Wouldn't you?

The daughter of a man who strengthens the power to hold hands.

Yeah, but I don't think you need to hear from me, do you?

You know, inventions of a different name are normally distributed without consultation.

"No, no, no! My grandchildren are mine! I'm not giving it to anyone!

"Heh heh. It's not up to you to decide that. Al. And it's good to remember. Percussion muscles can't beat beauty."

Mysterious attachments erupt.

You're pulling me, they're both men.

"Meh! Ha ha, play with Phew! Others, take it, take it, take it!

And your sister is furious.

The third visit to Cyril ended in relative peace.

"So the reason why a mercenary who is roneem has finally reached the point of murder remains unknown?

"Ha. Suspicious death in solitary confinement - no, because I caused myself harm"

Cyril, the political hall.

Lord Aselberdamian exhaled when he heard his men's report.

"Nothing was supposed to happen at this year's festival, but if you open the lid, is it suspicious death on parade? That's something that won't last."

"Ha. But that's Viscount Dennen's - no, it's nothing. It was a silence."

"Mm-hmm. This isn't a pub at the end of the day. Speeches bear responsibility and evidence. Be aware of that."

"Ha. Sorry"

While paying attention to my men, I thought it would be a shame that my uncle could not get the information out of Ronime.

The captured mercenary man consistently remained silent until his death, but only uttered one word, Mejed.

Last year, he testified that it was also the work of the mejed Phantom that killed a flavor that kidnapped the Viscount Bauman family's breath warrant.

It was also the Mejed who defeated the Herd of Warcraft.

And this year.

Two toddlers declared untreatable in the nursery are undergoing miracle recovery, but, as in last year, the Mejed statue was said to have appeared neglected at the scene.

(What is Mejed? How come you only show up to Cyril?

I haven't invited a star reader - the Miracle Son this year.

Then what shall I think of the coming of Mejed God?

As Cyril's ruler, leaving it alone was not a good issue.

"The treatment of the seized Mejed statue is another problem..."

"Ha. Because it will undoubtedly be the source of new disturbances"

The statue of the god, which appeared last year, was sold, but thereby complained of by the nursery, the inhabitants of Cyril and the royal family.

The residents wondered what it was like to sell Cyril's patron saint.

And from the country, why didn't you give it to me? I was stingy and stabbed away.

"Mejed, God does miracles every time he shows up. In this Cyril, we are already gathering faith as a new God. The Church is also born, but it seems that the Patriarch is an ardent follower and is gradually gaining followers"

"It's a god with only a frigid odor, but it hasn't had an adverse effect. I'm not even going to ban faith. … so I was hoping for some information."

"I'm sure the church will persevere to ask what's going on again."

"We don't know anything. Trouble."

While watching the bitter lord, his men trusted that "this man would make good use of them as trading material, too".

"Lord. As for the protest from the Viscount Baumann family about Viscount Denen's 'fundraising activities', how about it?

"I guess you should put it away with my attention. Viscount Denen has told his men to ask them to be courteous, and his runaway men have said they have humiliated themselves with it, but it also takes time to ascertain the facts. There is no way to spread the house of both Viscounts any further. You should make sure I drop it."

His men said to Damien, who exhaled loudly.

"Lords have a lot of problems. It's hard, but I'm glad you're Cyril's ruler. No, not just me, but many knights and people."

"Are you going to let me climb a tree? You want me to tell you something more pleasant than a sighted asshole?

"Ha. So why don't we talk about animals, etc? The Viscount Baumann family has a cat, but we had a chance to get in touch the other day, and we soothed it a long time ago."

"Oh. That tea tiger. But you can't. I saw that cat, too, but when I tried to stroke it, I got scared away with tremendous speed. Why did you hate me so much?"

Seeing a lord laughing with his shoulders flaunted, his men sincerely thought, 'If this is the one, Cyril is safe'.