Life with my Little Sister

November of the year 1206 of sacred history.

In the western distance of the Marquis's residence in Bailefeld, some people continued in and out in whispers.

Needless to say, her sister's birthday is imminent.

Phyllia Crane Putt will be five this year.

I mean, it's a milestone year.

I'm two years old and Mia is just ten years away.

By the way, my mother is now twenty-three years old.

Going in and out of our house are the elves as usual.

Yantine brings most of the supplies, but I often see Mr. Fennel as well.

Shorcina, the Chairman of the Chamber of Commerce, is - I guess he's just hanging on to Phee's birthday and coming to see Abel.

"So, Master Alto. You can't go wrong with your birthday party prep here, can you?

"Yes, no problem. Thank you, Mr. Fennel."

Receive supplies for the party from a familiar exorcist's sister.

This guy is not supposed to be in a delivery position, but he still cares about a lot of things.

Preparations to celebrate My Angel are kept secret from Phee himself, but he's under the same roof. You can't be unaware of that satirical girl.

However, this is what Phee says to her mother.

"Fee. Al's doing a lot for Fee, so pretend you don't notice, okay? It's better that way, Al."

"I get it! Phew, I'll pretend I don't know! Happy for you!

Is that worth it, Fee, after happily hiking my mouth when I'm fucking around,

"Phew, I don't know! Phew, I didn't see anything! Heh heh heh heh heh!

Pretending to block my eyes, I'm running away with a smile.

Well, I don't mind if they know about 'getting ready' or so.

I don't want the gift to be known.

"Heh, heh... Huh!

Still from the shadow of the rear, it looks like the cute little pig is peeking this way with Kossolikoso.

Meanwhile, Mr. Fennel is better.

She checks her surroundings with Kyorokyoro to make sure there are no extras.

And I took something out, and I approached Fee, mostly.

"Dear Phyllia"

"Ah! Phew, they found me! What do we do!? Phew, I'm in trouble!

Apparently, he meant to hide skilfully...

Mr. Fennel rejoices with a gentle smile.

"Dear Phyllia"

"What? Phew, I like it!

"Yes. I know. So,. What do you think? What do you mean, make something for Master Alto with this ceramic clay? Currently, Master Alto seems to be busy with" why "."

For some reason, Fey only laughed for a moment.

And dressed as a wind that I don't even know, he turns his face to the sister-in-law of the devil.

"Heh, heh... Huh! Phew, but I'm busy with something! Then I'll make something for you!

A sister who receives clay and rushes to go.

I'm sure it's you.

I guess he was too happy in person and didn't have time for it.

Rubbing clay will also change the mood of My Sister.

"... thank you, Mr. Fennel"

"No, compassion is not for people."

Beautiful. Your eyes glistened suspiciously.

I don't know, I have a strange chill.

It's no longer a waste of time, and you won't be attacked again.

"By the way, Master Alto. Did you know that at the end of the year - especially in December - those involved in business will be busy?

"Yeah, well. There will be a lot of things to do to prepare for the New Year."

"Yes. There it is. Preparation for the New Year also includes the liquidation of the past. So you get busy."

That would be called recovery of the tsuke.

The Edo period counted for the bumps accumulated in the basin, but even in this world, some of them do.

As a general rule, the Shorcina Chamber of Commerce makes payments on the spot, but when some nobles and large business partners are opponents, they can be 'late payments'.

Recovering this tsuke, or the collector, was referred to as a 'hangover', was once a Edo-era poem, and was also the subject of rave.

"- So the Chamber of Commerce will also be busy at the end of the year, so if you can pay for it, of course, advances are very welcome."

"Well, I guess so. November is halfway there, but it's much better than getting old."

"- Yes. I got your word."

"... Huh?

Yura, and the beautiful elf approaches.

"Oh, um... Mr. Fennel?

"Master Alto hasn't been paid for me yet"

"Ahhh!" Special "...... ugh!

Yes, I did!

I promised this guy I'd get a 'Snack Special'...!

"- Ha!? No way, I gave Phee some clay to get rid of...!?"

"... Master Phyllia is more about Alto's life, but on the other hand, you tend to lose sight of things around you when you're obsessed with art"

"Ugh..."

"Tottle. Please keep the door closed so no one can come in, right?

I reacted to her words and a little squirrel popped up.

The spiritual beast became immense during the moment, leaving his body at the door and sitting down.

Can't anyone come in with this?

I mean, help isn't coming.

I didn't know I'd be so cautious...!

Director Fennel, don't be afraid......!

"So, Master Alto. Get ready...!

That's how I was left with a beautiful high elf.

He held me tight, and I was cheeky and headless, and then, he got all sorts of things.

I've never been snuggled or caressed by this person before, but I've never been loved in a wide variety of ways...

(Unlike when Mia, she doesn't get goosebumps, so the vector of desire is still healthy, I guess...)

But boulders are special. Anyway, it was thorough.

Shall I just tell her that the details lay low in her honor, but she was worried that she was under a lot of stress?

(As far as I'm concerned, I couldn't help but wonder how many times Mi Ear slapped me on the cheek and Tottle looking at me lonely...)

Still, "I'm a stuffed animal bought out by a young girl," he told me, and kept waiting for the storm to pass.

And in front of me, there's a hangover that sits up and covers its own face with both palms.

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He returned it to me.

Beautiful ears and cheeks visible from the sides, but bright red.

It seemed like you were planning on loving me, but you must have escalated uncontrollably yourself, too.

It's okay, Mr. Fennel...... Because it was slightly healthier than a suspicious maid wandering away......

"Ugh...... Master Alto's raw and warm gaze hurts......"

Well, if this unusual violence wasn't directed at our sister, fine.

If Fee eats it, I'll cry for sure.

There, and then a light footsteps sounded.

There's no way I heard wrong.

It's a footstep that reaches my ear every day, so I know who it belongs to.

"Good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good!

He sounds very happy. I'm sure you've got a satisfying piece.

Fulfilling, through the untouched door of Tortl, My Angel jumps in.

"Yes! Mr. Pig! Phew, I made a cute pig figurine! This is very well done! Phew, I want you to bake this and give it to me!

My Sister, who makes a big jump and hugs me.

I can push my mochi cheek, but it's very healthy, so I feel safe too.

Well, Mr. Fennel seems ashamed too, and the disaster will only be about this once.

"No, I'll do it again if I get a chance"

You're not punishing me, are you?

Either way, I'm ready.

Come on, my dear, it's the opening of your sister's birthday.