Life with my Little Sister

Those who opened the door with their hands with a burn, and appeared refreshed.

That's our familiar, that parent and kid.

Right behind them, there is one elf in armor with the security department trying to stop him with a crying face...

"Shh, I'm sorry! I've been broken through. Ahhh!"

The word alone tells us how the star reader's father and son got here.

Looking back, the sister-in-law holds his head.

The asshole Kainen mother and daughter who walked in with Tsukatsuka immediately seemed to notice our home.

"Oh? Oh? Don't you know me well, Crane Putt family!?"

"Mmmmmm...!? al the guys, with the oooh mi-glass...!?"

Pooh's eyes nailed the Hina birds in the women's arms.

He rushed right over to me (late) and stuck to me.

"Nyyyyy!?"

Fee was furious, and the familiar Clara hid in the shadow of Mr. Michaemon.

"Pooh - Mill, long time no see"

"Mmm...... Long time no see...? Al, too, the parrot glass is looking for...? Shoulder......? Far away......?

"Meh! - I'm leaving because I did. - Whoa!

Pooh's puffy eyes remain nailed to the wolf glass.

Pong Yao Mei is sparkling.

I keep my mouth shut and give my watery hina to my friend's girl.

Mill softly held Hina in, as if dealing with even broken goods.

"Oh, whoa...! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!? I even dreamed of it, oohmm, scum...!

What's with the baby? I look up at the mill feeling like that.

The eyes are intriguing to see if they can play.

"Oh, whoa...! Me, you can die now......!

Pooh girl sitting around like she's losing her strength.

Still, should it be called boulder that ensures Hina's safety properly?

Hina, who was following Mr. Mitchemon, leans over to the novice toddler.

In the wake of the parrot glass siege net, Powoko remains pompous and dreamy.

Personally surprising is Tartar's attitude.

He's a tough guy, and I thought he was gonna make a fuss, but he's staring at the Hinas with a deep smile, as if he could even see something he misses.

Is she her, and does she have anything to think about?

Well, I guess this one should be called a boulder, too, where the guards are pulling me off but I don't give a shit.

Mr. Fennel, whom I saw, took control with his hands and lowered the security elf.

She was half crying to the end.

"Master Talviki, how did you get here? I thought you said you'd see me later. No, before that, I should not have told you this place yet. The whole thing, how the hell did you get here...?

"Hmm? My kid, right? 'Mmmm...... I feel better going out today...... I think the place is this way...?' I walked out. So, I followed it."

As always, it's the behavior of a psychic mill.

I guess Mr. Fennel doesn't know what to do either.

I exhaled powerlessly.

And now Tartar seems to have noticed Mr. Mitchemon.

"Ahhhh!? The scammer's grandfather!?"

"Who isn't a fraud!? The evil of people!

"What? 'Cause you sure are the fortune teller's grandfather, aren't you? You're a fortune teller, you take the money and you divine it, you don't refund it if you remove it, you put the money in your nostalgia, right? I don't know about that. If you get a hassle, I think you should apologize and refund it properly."

"I'm not a fortune teller, I didn't take any money in the first place! First of all, if you're sick of fortune tellers, it's the people at Kansas Yard who will call you a bunch of con artists! Besides, my lord, when you screw up reading the stars, you're not paying me back!?"

"Hmm? Oh, we're, uh..."

What do you say is good?

Two tongues are also bad.

Let me just say a few words about someone named Talviki Ahokaynen.

As you know, she is one of only three star readers in this country.

Appraisal is generally either "awesome" or "not awesome," but in her case it is "what is it, this guy".

Awesome, not awesome, what the hell is this guy, man?

Star reading is someone who sees the future without saying anything.

However, it is difficult to read the indeterminate time to come (come).

Therefore, when it comes to star reading, it is impossible to preface perfectly, and there are many patterns that say, "I can't see anything".

Talviki Ahokaynen's vision of the future says that there is already a lot of underdevelopment.

I don't see it.

I don't know.

It's sappy.

Leave it to her, and she'll generally get a response like this.

Then I'm a complete eater, a grain crusher, and about wasting rice, and I don't think so.

When the King's immediate life gave him a futuristic vision of the disease healing of the first prince, Prince Wang, for some reason he had minimized the damage with a diagonal prediction that he would foresee the catastrophe caused by the Great Flood, and in the fold that accounted for the cultivation of agricultural auspiciousness, he had discovered and pre-resolved massive forest fires caused by completely unrelated natural demonic stones, and without her futuristic vision, it was said that there would have been tens and hundreds of thousands of casualties.

In baseball, for example, that's it.

Boom-boom round but if you hit it, it's not even a home run...... usually even hands on a fucking ball and triple strikes, but when you order a send bunt, it's like cutting off an off-site home run for some reason......

It doesn't make sense...

Exactly, nothing more.

So her assessment is, 'What, this guy'.

Note that the person's valve.

"My biggest role is to have a mill! Whatever, future Savior, Savior. I think we've achieved enough for the state to support us for the rest of our lives."

Maybe it's for her.

It's such a messy tartare, but it seems like she wants her daughter to grow up as a star reader.

Even the carriage back from Cyril, over and over again, said, "If you want my daughter's autograph, you can do it now, right?" I remember being told.

Until last year, Pooh still couldn't read or write.

"Mmmm......! Mother............!

Pooh, who was traveling to heaven due to the owl glass, performs a reboot.

"Hey, Mill? Are you hungry? Actually, I'm free, too."

"No...... About my future…"

"The future? It's not definitively clear that the future or anything, Mill will be glorified as the Savior and Super Ultra Great Delicious Wonderful Star Reading"

"Mmmm......! I can't be a star reader..."

"What!?"

"I'll be the breeder here......! I will live with the Ooh Mi Glass......!

"Hey, what are you talking about... Huh!? I'm hungry, I'm crazy!?"

"What's strange is your Lord's head..."

The old man's soliloquy didn't seem to reach the ears of the asshole Kainen parents and children.

"Pi, pi......!

"Pippy!"

"Mmm......! My place was here......!

Pulled on by the parrot glass, Pooh has a rough nose, too.

But for some reason, Hina, other than Balamos, who is nostalgic to Phee, is gathering around Pooh one after another. Is it compassion?

"Ah..."

And unfortunately, the one thing I seem to miss is Clara, who's too familiar to go forward.

Hina, who was in her arms until earlier, has already been bedridden by Pooh.

So My Mother approaches one Hina.

"Chee, can you please?

"Pi!"

One hina who flippers like a salute and walks over to Peppy's little one and her granddaughter.

The whole body watery seabird stuck to Clara just because she was there.

On the face of the young princess, a smile blooms again.

The boulder is a child-loving mother.

You're looking right around you. Nanny has the qualities.

But when this happens, there's no reason for me to do anything either.

Mr. Mitchemon cared about Clara's familiarity, and he should be able to help improve the area a little bit.

(Yeah. For your sake, there's Pooh too)

Mirmill must have said he wanted a lot of friends.

Is there anything you can't do to make these two friends?