Doing Something with my ‘Angel’ Little Sister in Another World

After a while, Grandpa regained consciousness. The grandfather lying on his back murmured as he stared at both of us with a blurry look.

"What is this place...? You mean there's an angel in the afterlife? Damn it, I should've made up sooner... I'm sorry, Leona, Mark, Nicola...."

"... Tam?

"You can't abandon angels who have descended into this world, can you?"

"Nothing, we don't mind.

"I can't allow a piece of shit like me to do that. Even so, you're poorer than I thought you'd be in the afterlife... is that it?... what are you doing here? It's in the store!

Grandpa wakes up with a gabber. It was difficult to move both of them, so I put them to sleep on the spot to see how they were doing, but it finally seemed that my consciousness was clear. Remove the red stained cotton stuffed in your nose and stare at us.

"Um... did you hear everything?

"I heard. He wants to make up."

"Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

As I answered, Grandpa started banging his head on a pillar nearby, screaming. Parallax and dust fall from the ceiling.

Gong-gong!

"What are you doing, Grandpa!

"Die now! Let me die! He's already dead as a man!

Gong-gong-gong-gong!

"No, I'm cured! There's also healing magic!

I keep applying healing magic next to hitting Gongon's head.

"Uhiiiiiiiiiiiii! Even if I hit my head, the pain would soon go away and I'd be scared on the contrary.

Grandpa kept banging his head on the pillar, screaming like confused.

"Then kill him! Kill me! Mark, I need you to make me a skewer with your favorite dirt magic!

"You can't do that!

Gong-gong, gong-gong!

I kept hitting my head on the pillar for a while, but as I kept applying the healing magic, my grandfather gradually lost the momentum, and finally stopped hitting my head on the pillar.

Speak slowly to Grandpa who breathes on his shoulders.

"How are you holding up?

"... ah, ahh"

"So, um...."

"I know. Why don't you just keep it a secret from Dad?"

"Please, I have feelings for you too... I can't forgive him yet."

"But it's going to be normal in front of us."

"... are you sure? I think I've hit you too hard."

"Fine. He's a man, isn't he? It's hard."

"Nicolas is fine!

When we answer that, Grandpa, who is still pointing a little red forehead at us, shows a saved look as if he found Oasis in the desert.

"Haahhhhhhhhhhh... I knew from scouting and listening to neighbors, but Mark is a really smart kid and a genius. Nicola is as sweet as an angel, and what is it? Jesus Christ!

Grandpa began to agonize as his feet twitched. What is this dialogue? [M] The anguish of an old man with long blonde hair tied behind him is quite disgusting.

I said scouting and listening, but I also knew about earth magic and item boxes that I had never talked about, and I brought our shoes without measuring their size. Maybe he's pretty dangerous.

I'm still a little worried, but if my attitude has softened, it's just fine. Hand over the food entrusted to you by your parents.

"Grandpa, I think my forehead is fine with healing magic, but let's take a break. I brought my grandfather lunch too."

"... is that Jayne's cooking? No, but that's...."

Grandpa makes his face strong. I know I hate my father and can't forgive him, but I'm sure he's still resistant to cooking. And then Nicola came out in front of Grandpa.

"Mom made it with me. So let's eat together!

That's how you smile.

Oops!

Grandpa answered instantly with an unclogged smile that he had never seen before.

Nicolas and I were guided to the back of the shop. There was a living space in the back, a staircase to the basement and the second floor. They say the basement is a workshop, a warehouse, and all the upstairs are residential. My mother used to live here, too.

Behind the ground floor, he was led into a room with a slightly larger table. A dining kitchen with a small kitchen. It has no ornaments or extra colors, and it's a simple look that can be said to be a man's life alone.

I was surprised to imagine Grandpa eating alone here. I wanted you to make up as soon as possible, that's what I thought.

As everyone arrived in their seats and took out the lunch box given to them by their father and mother, Grandpa raised his emotional voice with his eyes shining.

"Oops, I've never seen one of these up close, but Marcus's item boxes are really amazing! That's my grandson!

You've seen it from afar, haven't you? Hand over a lunch box made for Grandpa while feeling afraid of something I didn't realize before. And when Grandpa opened the package, there was a letter on the lunchbox.

On the surface of the folded letter is written "To Dad". Looks like a letter from my mom to Grandpa. Without saying anything, Grandpa began to read the letter.

--After reading the letter for a while, Grandpa looked at us and smiled a little illuminated.

It's not surprising that we can expect Grandpa to settle down and eat with us. When I looked at my face without asking about the contents, I somehow understood.

"... okay, let's eat then. According to the letter, Leona can cook somewhat. Among the dishes Leona cooked, it seems that the black dumplings in the corner of this lunchbox are recommended. Well, let's get you started."

Grandpa stabs a black dumpling in the fork.

No, wait, I've seen that color somewhere.... yes, that color darker than darkness is undoubtedly the color of the Devil's Fruit Dogunza. But when I realized it, it was too late. Grandpa had black dumplings in his mouth.

"─ En!"

That's how I screamed and bled out my nose again and fell down.