Life with my Little Sister

Four of them showed up.

All men.

And all of them, they're like flowers.

But there's one thing that's different than the kid we helped.

That's the size of your body.

Even though Hana was about the same height as Cheché, the newcomer quartet was the same size as a human.

The fact that the head is a flower is no different from the flower...

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She tries to be frightened and hides behind me.

"You were here!

One of the flower fairy men shrugged with his eyes as if he could even see it at a stone's throw on the side of the road.

Another man stares at this one, as if to see something frigid.

"Elves and humans...? By whose permission are you entering the sanctuary?!? What is that mushroom?!? No way!?"

It's a noble thing to live in.

I can't favor you with this.

"Who are you guys?!? I won't let you be rude to these kids. Yikes!

Cheché came in between and intimidated the men.

But her hard work, she laughs with her nose.

"Hmm...... You think a fairy breed flair would give us an opinion that is the Spirit? - I'm gonna ask you over and over again. Who are you people and what are you doing here?

The answer was Mr Henriette.

She leaves a soft smile and leaves softly in front.

"I am vice president of the Shorcina Chamber of Commerce, my name is Henriette. Excuse me, but who are you like?

"Shorcina Chamber of Commerce? - Oh, you're making money against both inferior humans, the shame of the Elves? What, you broke into the sanctuary to get a sale?

I'm not provoking them to observe from their expression, I just look down on them naturally.

Should I call it more vicious just because I didn't intentionally insult you?

Without being particularly intense, Mr. Henriette remains a soft smile and stares quietly at the men.

"Hey, Elf Woman! Answer the question! What are you doing here!?"

"Spatial fixation"

"........................!?"

One of the men stopped moving as if it had even been paused in the video.

But the consciousness seems to be firm, with eyes open, only massive amounts of sweat are flowing.

"Oh, you, what have you done... ugh!?"

Another man screams.

The vice chairman leaves a soft smile and turns back to the man.

"This Cheché is a resident of the sanctuary. If that girlfriend asks who she is and doesn't reveal her identity, then as things stand, this one has to turn you all down as trespassers. So in self-defense, we fixed you."

"Co, fixed...? What are you talking about...?

"On top of each other, who are you and why are you here? If you can't answer me, I'll detain the rest of you."

"Ma, wait...!

Another man controls it with his hands.

"... before you - no, did you use 'space magic'?

"Stupid, spatial magic!?"

"Isn't it a great magic trick that even spirits have no use for?!?"

…………

Mr Henriette does not answer.

Keep a soft smile.

Maybe next time, if there's no answer, she's going to detain everyone.

It seems the man figured that out, too.

I replied to Mr Henriette after looking abominable for only a moment.

"... We are flower fairies who came to the sanctuary with the use of the Spirit King of Flowers. Along the way, I found the flower fairy, the cookies, and so on."

Surprised, I thought.

Hana was so exhausted that she was about to disappear.

What does it mean to get away with her like that?

Or do you mean to say that you swung your power away so much that it drained you?

(Is this girl's name called Cooka...)

Flowers are still frightened.

I gave in a little bit and stroked him that it was okay.

Soon Cheche will fly in, too, hugging Hana.

This wind fairy has a nice personality to take care of, huh?

"... so. Who are you? Why are you with Cooka?

The answer is Mr Arrowhead Henriette.

"We're only here for personal reasons. Of course, the Holy Spirit is aware of that. This daughter- it's a coincidence that I got to know Cooka. She was down here."

"Is it to the left? We will leave this place early, so deliver the flower sperm."

Without answering, the vice chairman looked at Abel.

They're going to respect her opinion more than the men.

Abel opens her tiny lips.

"... one thing I want to ask you"

"What the hell?"

The men may see our teacher as Mr. Henriette's squire or something.

It was clearly a more transversal attitude than when dealing with the vice chairman.

"... what did you try to use this girl for?

"- Huh!?"

The complexion of the flowers changed.

It was the colour of wolves and anger, like a mixture of amazement, vigilance and intent to kill.

"... you weren't watching...?

My eyes are fixed.

I'm sure it's a long way off.

But I don't know what they were doing, but it's impossible for Abel to 'see' something.

She was here hunting mushrooms with us.

"... I haven't seen anything. So I'm asking."

"Do you want me to believe that word?

"... I don't need your trust"

"You…"

Jiri, and the man who approached him, couldn't move there.

He is holding one leg up and stopping perfectly, as if he had been instantaneously glued all over his body.

"I'm sorry, but we don't tolerate disrespect or intimidation of these people"

"It's you again...!

The remaining man stares abominably at Mr. Henriette.

But nothing more.

No, I guess I can't.

They don't seem to have the means to fight it anymore, just to say they are the users of space magic.

"Let these two go. And just give me back my cookies!

"On my side, I can't make that decision."

"What the...!?"

A flower fairy man with a giddy toothpick.

Abel looked at Cooka and squeaked like one.

"... tried to make a difference?

"- Huh!"

The men's eyes are opened.

I can't seem to get into Abel because Mr. Henriette is giving me a stare, but that look seeped a strong willingness to kill.

"Arrowhead... you were watching...?

"... I thought you said you hadn't seen it. All I know is the remnants of the ritual that linger on her daughter."

"... that it's magic sensing? A lie in sight."

What the man said about 'lying' was that, for one thing, the ability to perceive magic itself is rare.

And the other thing, I guess, is because 'magic is the only thing you can normally sense.

Even humans can feel 'heat', but if anyone affirms whether that 'heat' came out of an appliance or from an organism, it's the same thing they think is frigid.

Abel, however, seems to have some understanding of the technique used from the remnants of his magic.

(But 'change' is arrow-stricken 'that'...)

Many spirits feed on magic.

The body is also made of magic.

And magic is the generic term for what 'converted' magic.

If so, both the Spirit and degenerating existence itself will be possible depending on the conditions.

That's not about Marimo's ability to transform, it means that the 'way of being' itself is replaced.

Simply put, the Spirit itself is seen as a tremendous magic and converted into something.

Normally I don't do that.

In the first place, the Spirit itself does not want it.

If you change, you die.

However, to the best of my knowledge, it is also true that there is a certain 'specialty' that was' born 'that way.

Were they trying to convert your flowers, into 'something'?

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Cooka clinging to me is frightened.

If Abel's guess is correct, they'll say they tried to kill this girl indirectly.

"I'll just say it again. Give me the cookies."

"... so far, I don't intend to"

"What right and say such a thing!?"

"… not rights, but obligations. Considers it the duty of the elderly to protect young lives"

"With you, little girl!

Abel's appearance is young, so I guess they seemed younger than Mr. Henriette.

Even so, Mr. Henriette is also Mr. Henriette, who looks like a junior high school student.

The vice chairman, with a soft smile, took a step forward.

Even with a smile, I can feel a stronger will than earlier.

It will be because they found out 'why' to ask for flowers.

"There will be circumstances for you, too, but if you intend to use this daughter as a magical ingredient, you cannot hand it over for no reason. I think you can understand that...?

"You don't need to know why! But let me just say this. What we do is righteous and good! Because the Holy Spirit is what you want too!

The flower fairy man said with a look as if he had a cause.

Abel, who saw how it was, remained faceless and groaned cold.

"... I understood what you were going to do as soon as possible."