Life with my Little Sister

The sacred history of 1207, the end of March.

Isabella Edit El Bailefeld was in the land of the onions.

It's just next door to her main building.

The other side of the hedge.

There are a lot of playthings there that even Marquise's eldest daughter envy, and laughter always resounds.

It was a very different world from the chilly Bailefeld family, even if it was luxurious.

There she is, alone.

Sitting on a swing, waiting for a boy.

A strange boy who lives in the land of the onigi.

A strange boy who looks like an adult all the time, even though only two are supposed to be of different ages.

Isabella was meeting someone she rarely met.

(Come quickly...It's too late.....)

Keep your feet on the ground and move the blanket back and forth to sharpen your mouth.

When the "boy" heard the words in her chest, she smiled bitterly.

"I don't think it's time for what I promised..."

But I would have murmured.

It's nothing.

Isabella only came too early.

In the general public, it is a 'short time'.

But for Isabella, the boy came after a "long time."

Isabella raised her face immediately.

"Oh, did I make you wait?

"Oh, it's too late...!

The girl stared as she rocked the golden drill.

On the other hand, he apologizes with a soft smile.

It's a smile very similar to her father's.

A very unreliable smile.

But she smiled deeply, as if she were her father.

"............"

Isabella looks at the smile and slips away.

It was a smile you couldn't keep looking at, as if you were looking directly at the sun.

It's a small celebration that you two are here today.

It was the celebration that Isabella was officially decided to serve the Fourth Princess of the country.

Of course, there is no way to forgive her mother, Mrs. Aufsta, to be with her concubine.

So this is what happens when you do it with a pestle.

At the garden end on the west side, a soft drink is prepared and you are supposed to spend time there.

It was "alone", but two maids, one working in the main building and the other working away, broke their bones in preparation and setting.

Now, before we head to that little venue.

Really, just the two of us.

…………

Isabella looks up to her "older neighbor" again.

The boy was still there, smiling.

After all, she couldn't face the smile and turned to Puy again.

The boy says to the girl next door.

Congratulations.

Just say that.

"─ ─"

Isabella's body trembled.

It was a 'word you couldn't say' to your family.

I was told 'well done' for my results.

They also said, "Amazing."

They also said, "Encouraging all kinds of things," but the word "congratulations" didn't finally come out.

This boy spoke such a word.

Perhaps in a sincere sense.

Isabella began to cry for some reason.

But I can follow it.

She hated showing someone her weakness.

"You look great."

That's what the boy said.

Beyond that, he looks up at the big trees that tie the blankets.

Is that just a coincidence that I was looking at you?

Or did you turn your eyes away?

Isabella rubbed her eyes and put back her expression.

He smiles.

"You're going to start climbing next month?I think it's hard, but good luck. "

…………

It's the word of the "sender."

It was the words of those who were not with the Fourth Princess.

"... why?"

Yeah?

"Why aren't you with me..."

Isabella qualitatively squeezed it out.

He laughs in trouble again.

"Because... I'm not a recent student."

Of course she knows the meaning of the word.

Mother Aufsta and the servants of the main building have seen "the kid from the neighborhood has fallen" whispering with an unpleasant smile.

"Did you really fail...?

…………

He kept his eyes down.

Neither denied nor affirmed.

However, Isabella understood that the results alone would not change.

The future of climbing the castle together.

I dreamed of something like that once.

After a little silence, he walked around his pocket and offered something wrapped in cloth.

"... is this...?

"Congratulations on passing. It's not much, though."

Spread the cloth.

There's a little silver workmanship.

"--Beautiful...."

I unexpectedly watched my eyes.

What was there was a unique design accessory that you wouldn't find in Our World.

Even if it was abstract, it was somehow a strange shape that attracted attention.

She immediately blushes and then turns away.

"Fu, hmm...It's not a very good design.By the way...!

"Yeah. If you got the point, was it worth the gift?

The boy also understands that Isabella did not dislike it because she has seen flickers and silver workmanship many times.

"For your information, where did you buy this...?

It's handmade, by the way.

"Eh...!? Oh, really, this is you...?

"Yes, silver is certainly a treasure as an amulet, right?I'll start a new life for you next month, so I'll take care of you. "

…………

Isabella was surprised that there was a "meaning" of silver, not just a gift.If it's a 'pointless' gem, I have many...

"You can make this stuff..."

"Compared to what you're trying to do, it's easy."

It is neither modesty nor humility.

Probably the boy's undisguised words.

That's why Isabella's heart was rough.

It was only natural to work hard, and it was a real shock to be recognized as a 'process' for a girl who was told every day that it would be worthless without results.

At the same time, there are people who know that they are working hard.

…………

Isabella trembled silently.

(What is this guy...?With this guy, my mind goes crazy....)

But that's not a bad thing.

The girl equipped with the golden drill leaned silently as she wrapped her accessories with both hands.

Whether she knows or not how her heart works, the boy says, "It's nothing."

"Okay, let's go.It's just a little whisper, but there's a celebratory seat. "

Isabella gave her one hand to the words.

The boy took the hand respectfully.

It was the perfect maneuver for a single lady.

"Let's celebrate...!But if you don't satisfy me properly...!? "

"Yeah, I'll try.It's a big celebration, and I'm glad you enjoyed it. "

There must be a "smile" ahead of me.

Isabella was convinced of why.

It was a dreamy miracle for her in a very short period of time in the land of the onions.