Life with my Little Sister

It was an old man of majesty who showed up.

At first glance, human race.

But the hair is like a plant's twat, and on its skin, it also looks like wood.

However, the style is clearly 'king'.

I haven't heard a name or introduction yet, but I guess he's the Lord of this 10,000 fall forest, the Holy Spirit Rove.

The old man knelt on the spot, thinking that he had not dared to rush to take anything.

"O Takazu. Sorry to keep you waiting."

"...... hmm. I'm sorry I called you out of the blue."

"Terrible. That prank told me you were angry. I put down my escort and came running."

Apparently, Cheché only communicated the conclusions first.

Abel makes him stand.

He's a tall man.

Probably, two meters would be over graceful.

If you say he's an old man I know and tall, he's Mr. Mitchemon, but is that guy like a hundred and ninety?

Although Hatko's breves are likely to be quite long in the future as well.

The Holy Spirit stares at the elf standing right next to Abel.

"Is that Balkenende's daughter? I didn't know you were with the escort."

"We are out of time, Holy Ghost"

Vice Chairman to give a token of politeness.

He next glanced at our house, then turned a blind eye to Marimo, who was on her mother's shoulder.

"Dark Spirit...... No, what if it's a pure spirit?"

"Ugh. Wouldn't you be cute ~? She's my precious daughter!

Mother is laughing proudly.

Should I say with the mother of Boulder Fee that I have not behaved in a nasty way at all?

The Old Holy Spirit seems more perplexed by the Word than by his mother's attitude.

As groaning, "A human being is a family of pure spirits......?," he leans his neck.

If this were on Abel's shoulder, I wouldn't have been so surprised.

"Holy Ghost!

There, the sequel catches up.

Number of people, two.

One resembles a flower sperm restrained by Mr. Henriette, but looks quite old. It's human conversion, like, late fifties?

And the other...

"Whoa, whoa! Ha ha! Looking good is here! Whatever it is, Phew, I want to take it home!

My sister got very interested.

What came was a man-shaped tree.

Designed as if branches and foliage were everywhere on a Deathham doll used in Midai, skin is a wooden color on moro.

Plus, he's wearing light wooden armor.

It should be noted that my face is flaunted.

You look like an extra dessant doll because of that.

The size is that of an adult male.

"My king, I have trouble being preceded alone!

Oh, your voice is a young man's style handsome.

It doesn't fit the design, does it?

"Forgive me, Pale. If Takazu called you, you have to rush early. - Let me introduce you. This person is a wooden pale. He is the strongest swordsman, the protector of the sanctuary in our realm. This flower sperm should be referred to as a resident officer. Under the Spirit King of the Flowers, I am being advised in my forest."

"My name is Bunze. From now on..."

That said, the eyes of the flower sperm that bow their heads are cold somewhere.

The people who were just solidified by Mr. Henriette and they look like they have the same kind of light.

"Yay, I finally caught up with you. Ahhh...!"

There, Chechnya flies in as she goes helo.

For some reason, she landed on my shoulder.

"Good day, Cheché"

"Yeah, I'm tired..."

Dear Wind Fairy leaning against your face.

Until so much, you rushed me.

"So, what the hell happened...?

The Holy Spirit shrugged as he saw the flower fairies being consolidated over there.

"Cheng Cheng, such a thing..."

The Holy Spirit Rove, who finishes listening to the circumstances and nods mysteriously.

And the two followers are showing contrasting reactions.

The Dessant doll is better -.

"Trying to use toddlers as ingredients can't even be placed on the adult wind! Shamelessly enough!

And I'm sorely outraged.

On the other hand, the old flower sperm.

"It must be brave, but their actions embody the heart of our Lord, the Spirit King of Flowers. And let it be a testament to your loyalty to the Holy Spirit. Please be generous."

That's why I'm sheltering my own people.

According to the story of the Holy Spirit, he was in vague contact with "I see something serious today".

In other words, he said the 'contents' had not been informed.

The Holy Spirit tells Abel.

"The regeneration of 'roses' is a sorrow in our realm. If it's going to happen, I don't mind throwing this body out. There is no falsehood in that thought, but I also believe that it must be legitimate and sound. Otherwise, why can we claim legitimacy against the next generation? Can you put your chest up, please?

Well, a crown made at the expense of a child would only be the object of ridicule or disappointment.

"O elders of the Elves."

A flower fairy man called a resident takes a step forward and looks at Abel.

"If you had offered us a rose, we wouldn't have had this problem in the first place. I want you to know it's a mistake to blame them."

No, that reasoning would be wrong.

Ningro Abel continues to protect the original roses until modern times.

Ignoring resident Bunze, Abel turned her gaze to the Holy Spirit.

"... I would have said that in the Wan Fall Forest, 'roses' are not yet the environment to grow. Besides, the technique used in children with flower sperm is out of sight. We can't create the 'roses' of the level you seek when you force them to change."

In the first place, "The Rose of the Blue Bird" is not created by the Spirit changing.

environment at the time and the efforts of the spirits of the time.

And it's a miracle created by just a few coincidences, our teacher explained.

But when he heard the story, Bunze laughed out loud.

"Ha ha ha ha! See who the Elves are!

Flower sperm pointing to Biscuit Abel.

"Even though we don't know the results of our research, it's really funny to say that we can't make 'roses'! You can't possibly understand! Nonetheless, it would be an act not to bring 'roses' to this sanctuary!? Only one wants to retain the advantage of 'roses'!?"

That closely resembled the claims of the men consolidated by Mr. Henriette.

Is this the common perception under the Spirit King of Flowers?

Or is this old man the source of the claim?

"Holy Spirit, don't let me confuse you, okay? As long as we don't get 'roses' back into the sanctuary, Elf's high ancestors are going to feed it and win all sorts of concessions!

It is my perception that this is the advisor and it is okay, but the Holy Spirit has a more troubled face.

Let us also determine how the Lord of the sanctuary is troubled by his intentions.

"... I never used 'roses' as a bargaining ingredient in the first place"

"Would you just say you didn't say it straight away? You're the only one in possession of Roses, so I don't know how to fix it, but it's the same thing!

Oh, yeah. You can't.

If you're gonna say something awful to Abel, I'm not gonna like this guy.

Mr. Henriette smiles, too, but the atmosphere is a little scary.

What broke in there was the Deathham doll thing, Pale.

"But Lord Bunze. Leaving aside the possession of Lord Takazu's 'roses', how about trying to use children as ingredients?

"Oh, that happened, too."

The resident sees the cookies at her mother's.

"The one who belongs to our realm. Woman of the human race, shall I give it back?

"No, sir."

My mother cut me loose.

This kind of thoughtfulness, or poor listening, can be described as bouldering.

"Why refuse to return it?

"Because Cooka is scared. I don't know how hard this is for me, but I know you're a bad guy. So I can't give it to you."

"This says something different. There is no reason why we, who are under the knowledge of the Spirit King, should be evil. In other words, if you can't understand the conversation, can you not discuss good and evil?"

"I believe in Abel. So I can't give you this girl."

"Ha. Nothing. Isn't it just someone in the medicine cage of Elf's high ancestors!

Have you even gotten involved with your mother...

I wonder if people around you will shut this old man up......

There is only no sign of any particular movement......

(Mother's working hard, and as a son, I'll have to shelter her)

I decided to go in between.

"Uh, was it Mr. Bunze"

"What, a human child. It's not a matter of immature people like you pinching their mouths. In the first place, I don't even think I understand the story."

"No, leaving the content nagging aside would be a simple thing. I don't think you, Abel or your mother hated you, and I don't think you have any roses or cookies on hand."

"Hmm? I mean, Elf's high ancestors say they're going to leave it to the martial arts to make sense?

Do you want to take the story with you?

You only want Abel to be bad.

When you get a job in the press, you seem highly qualified.

"Huh. But it is also true that if you are goned by Elf's high ancestors, you can't even get your hands on them..."

The old man looked at me for some reason and grinned.

"So, what do you say? Kelli on this issue in one piece."

"What are you going to do, Master Bunze?"

Ignoring Mr. Henriette's chilling eyes, he turns back to Abel.

"How about by the ancient gestures of the Spirit clan, you pass the claim by duel?

Are you insane, you old man?

How the hell do you say you're going to win against the whole Abel thing?