Life with my Little Sister

"You're here, Brace Ma. You're late."

"Bad, bad. I have a little something for the wild. Look, it's a souvenir. Now fix your mood. Otherwise, your hard work will be even worse, Antonius."

To be rude is my acquaintance, the warlord of the kingdom.

This man has a false and evil taste, but on the other hand, he is born with a bad mouth, so if he cares at all, he doesn't have it.

When his friend sat in the chair without hesitation, he opened his drink without waiting for a toast.

"Ka ~ ~ ~! Delicious! Don't realize that the humans you make are living for this cup!

"Don't expand your personal feelings to the whole of humanity"

Well, the very potency of alcohol, I'm not willing to deny it, either.

Ring a toast once again and tell each other about the stupidity of their work and personal lives.

Stupidity is basically unconstructive, and disgusting to both say and hear, but very occasionally, it's also true that there are people and topics that can make you laugh and flourish silly.

I don't really want to admit it, but this bracema seems to be an exception for the better.

When I'm interested in the Yotai story, a servant brings me a meal.

This is also one of the reasons why Braesma rushed to our house.

"Oops! There he is! This is the new menu that Elf's Chamber of Commerce prides itself on!

"Oh, the Ten Bowls and the Soft Steak, which are going to be sold much more than this year."

I had a hard time getting it when I was a eel.

This time he asked the Chamber of Commerce to borrow someone from the cooking department.

As a special bonus not only to me and Bracema, but also to the servants, they say you can eat as much as you like.

It was expensive, but once in a while, this kind of luxury would be good.

Braesma joyfully braves and reaches out to the dishes that have been carried.

"Muho!? This is delicious yeh...... heh! Coming out of a fairy tale, Gods eating!?"

The taste of a friend's things, even if they were great, was so delicious that it was never truly rootless.

Crisp and fragrant, tempura clothes. Soft steak that is tender, but spreads the gravy and flavour into your mouth enough to chew.

Had I not eaten eels before, it would have positioned these two as the 'highest peak of food'.

"I like this... Ngu, you like soft steak...! It feels like we're gonna get as much rice going as we can!

"I prefer the Ten Bowl. Heavy but not persistent, it has an elegant finish. It's amazing."

What exactly is' Bavaria 'that produces this kind of thing from next to next?

Are you an extra big genius?

Or are you a foodie who thinks about food all day long?

Really interesting.

Braithma says as she flies the rice grains.

"If you can think of something so delicious, would you also create a drink or something you've never drank before...?

"Hmm... booze. But 'Bavaria' has never created booze. Maybe it's Shimodo."

"I don't think so. It's the loss of humanity as a whole. I can't believe a talented guy who makes delicious food can't drink."

My friend's words are arrowhead.

But it would also be true that it is a shame.

When we finish drumming our tongues at delicious dishes, our mouths are carried with us again.

The meetups are stupidity, on flavor during meals, and have spoken on different topics, but from here on out it becomes a chat.

Sometimes we talk about things that don't do us any good, sometimes we discuss things to worry about, but now, what about today's agenda?

"Steady...... It's a ratio..."

Braesma laughed bitterly at both princesses' upcoming exams next month. It was the difference in its magnification.

Her Royal Highness the Fourth Princess has one hundred and thirty candidates, while Her Royal Highness the Third Princess has twenty-three.

Besides, Her Highness Sheila's is the number of things that were sifted in the pre-selection, whereas Her Highness Claudia's is the one that remains raw.

"Then the face of the Ventels Hoven Marquis is rounded, hey?

"... you are aware that there will also be a historical difference between Hou and Hou. The talent of Her Royal Highness the Fourth Princess is once in a hundred years. It would be natural to get the attention"

Twenty-three men gathered before Her Royal Highness the Third Princess would also admire the title of the powerful Marquis, not "Her Royal Highness himself".

Momentum, the person applying seems to have many children of lower aristocracy.

"This isn't the court, is it? You don't have to say it in a far-fetched way. This difference in numbers would mean a difference in valuation between the two princesses."

…………

Her Royal Highness the Fourth Princess is intelligent in nature.

At just four years of age, he manipulated multiple languages, and scholars and ancients were also tongue-wrapping excellence.

By contrast, Her Royal Highness the Third Princess seemed to be an ordinary child.

Even before the "Treasure Sword Rite", when he was still out in public, he told others to read the picture books and make it look like he was just having fun.

Compared to His Highness Sheila, who was moving on and seeking knowledge in his specialty books and stepping into the abyss of academia, is too pathetic.

There are other issues involved, whether they are magical geniuses or, most importantly, the right to inherit the throne.

In His Highness Claudia, who did not receive the blessing of the Moon God, even if he saw it as an instrument of political matrimony, he does not seem to find any more value than "The King's Daughter," "The Marquis's Grandson,"

It is regarded as extremely worthless, drawing noble blood.

Especially fatal that the treasure sword didn't shine.

Not only did His Royal Highness the Third Princess herself suppose to have no divine blessing, but hereditary - the end of which His Highness's children are whispered that 'incompetence' may be passed on.

I should say this is too bad for a seven-year-old girl.

Friends say.

"Besides, that princess has been a known drag since the treasure troubles of the example. Even the greats have a worse reputation. Especially since I don't think it's the daughter's fault."

Bracema is wrapping her arms in a grumpy manner.

There's a lot going on with this guy. I guess there are some things I think about.

"At the very least, I just hope that some of your shortlisted candidates will be 'true friends' of Her Royal Highness the Third Princess..."

"That's hard, too. The same is true of Her Royal Highness the Fourth Princess, but I'm guessing the whole place will be full of folks who come by and hit on" Title "and" Futurity ". I don't know how many people will see your highnesses as one person without a loss account..."

My friend's words are spicy, but they poke at one side of the facts.

Or do we have to split 'tools or what we get' and ask for it without expecting 'trust' or something like that from the beginning?

"Oh, yeah. There's one thing I wanted to ask you about that candidate."

"... yeah? What's that? It is up to both Marquises and the Royal Family to make up their minds to recruit. I'm only a civilian, and I don't have any busy information."

"Hey. I don't care if you don't know. There's a strange kid in Candidate, isn't there?

"Weird child? Who's that about? You mean the children of 'His One'? Or are you talking about 'That Civilian Child'?

"Well, I'm curious if they both care, but they both know their traits, don't they? All I want to ask you is that white thing."

"... Oh, that kid. You know all about that."

"It just so happens. I stopped by Dr. Benedictus before I got here, and I pinched him in your ear."

"Right. As always, you can see that he has a lot of information."

I included a bottle of booze.

And shake your head.

"As for that child, I don't know anything. However, the only thing that clouds me is that even though I am not sure who I am, I was never eliminated in the selection."

"Whoa, whoa. It looks terribly unfair from the side to pass even though you're not sure who you are? Isn't that the kind of information that pisses you off with your eyes when you hear about the leading aristocrats trying to screw their own children?

"I don't think so either, but there's nothing I can do. Whatever it is, it's where it came from."

"- And say what?

"The child is recommended by the" Backyard "."

"Backyard! That backyard!

In this kingdom, one of the greatest darknesses.

Mysterious department.

abnormal geniuses' hoarding ground.

Little one knows, the magic agency behind it.

- That's the back yard.

"That's why I'm so clear. I don't know anything either."

"... I don't know how to accomplish it... But you don't fall for it. Now, there's no way the people in the backyard are going to leave it to Her Royal Highness. What the hell are you guys thinking...?

"Stop it, Bracema. The backyard thing doesn't matter if you just explore it or not. If you're going to talk politically or militarily, you can't and shouldn't do anything to anyone who just says they're going to be officially tested."

"Well..."

My friend thinks with a wrinkle between his eyebrows.

And he said with a serious face.

"Exams, in some cases, don't be turbulent."

"I hope nothing happens. For Her Royal Highness and this country."

Will that prediction come true?

The liquor that night was more tasteless than usual.

Me and Bracema kept putting on the glass as we thought about it.