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

"... oh, I guess I haven't been allowed... yet..."

After a while, Grandpa regained consciousness and murmured like a solitary cry. It looks like I dropped it after lifting it once, so it seems that Grandpa's heart HP is at zero.

"No, it's not. My mom wants to cook dishes made with bad fruit for some reason. Sometimes we get eaten and we have terrible eyes. That's why it's okay!"

"Really? Can I trust you? You know what?"

Grandpa looks at me with his clinging eyes.

"Yes, of course!... just leave it and I think we should eat something else!

"Nicola, I recommend this white one!

Nicolas pointed to the tentacle grill.

"I see! If Nicola says so, let's eat it!

Grandpa smiled and threw a fork at the tentacle.

Nice one, Nicola. I'm sure it's just a dish where you bake the fillet of a tentacle and season it with salt... maybe.

... if Dogunza is used for hidden flavors, Grandpa's heart's HP will enter negative, and it's likely to grow for five years until parent-child relationships are restored.

While staring at me like I was praying, Grandpa put the tentacles in his mouth.

Good!

Apparently it was a decent dish. When I stroked my chest down, Grandpa poked the second tentacle with a fork.

"This is a monster named Tentacles that Marc Tan bought in the village! I've wanted to try it before, but I only sold it to that store. How many times have I been fooled by a street stall that only uses my name....."

I don't think it would be strange if a merchant appeared to go to Sekamura to buy it, but for now, there is no store that deals in tentacles other than ours.

Rather than spending so much time making delicious things, it seems like it would suffice to sell just the name Pak. I won't say anything about Grandpa knowing my purchase anymore.

"Don't let this stingy texture spoil you! Mark is a real genius to have a business genius at his age. Grandpa has a tall nose."

Grandpa smiled and carried the second tentacle to his mouth.

After that, the three of them surrounded the table and continued eating.

It seems that one of my father's soul ingredients written in the letter was hard to eat, but when I fell into Nicolas's request and finally mouthed it, I murmured that it looked just like my father's taste, and I closed my eyes to miss the old days. Apparently, I know my father's grandfather.

"Hmm, it's been a long time since I've had such a fun meal. Thank you, Mark, Nicola."

After dinner, Grandpa smiles and offers me a lunchbox.

"Grandpa, at least I have to wash the lunchbox and return it."

In a serious tone, Grandpa scratched his head.

"Oh, yeah, yeah. Marcus is solid. I'll be waiting for you."

That's how I stopped Grandpa heading to the sink.

"Wait a minute. I'd like you to show me your travel gear first. So I'll wash it later.... my mother will come and get us while we're out of town."

"... okay. Then don't wash it later. Thank you, Mark."

Grandpa turned to the kitchen and replied with a slightly trembling voice, placing the lunchbox in the sink and looking back vigorously.

"Alright! I'll show you around the shop. There's plenty of clothes and gear you can wear! I bought and made what I wanted you to wear!

Yeah, I knew it. I had such a feeling. But if that policy continues in the future, as we grow, we will not return to normal stores.

"Besides, apparently there was no store in town that dealt specifically with children's travel and sales were higher than before, so it was thanks to both of us that the business was booming. You can take whatever you want!

Nicolas plays a guzzle at an angle that she can't see.

Well then, let me show you Grandpa's recommendations.

"Whoa, let me handle this!

So me and Nicolas got some of Grandpa's recommended gear. I think it would be quite a good forehead if I included the small ones... I want to believe that the management of the store is not inclined.

My grandfather looked happy when Nicola hit me, so I didn't hesitate.

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I got everything I needed and it was time to go home. To test my comfort, I decided to go home wearing what my grandfather gave me.

I look at my feet. I'm wearing leather shoes that my grandfather was banging on. The comfort is familiar as if it had been worn for years. That's a professional finish.

And a light blue cloak on the back. Because it was for adults, it was necessary not to drag the hem, and Grandpa intended to cut the extra part, but because it was expensive, it was tailored in a folded form so that it could be used with growth without cutting.

The material used seems to be Snowwolf's skin, which inhabits cold areas. It is resistant to the cold and the skin of the monster is more durable than it looks. I don't feel the weight when the cape is folded and tailored.

Well then, when I get back from my trip, I'll come with my mother next time.

Well, it would be better to leave the cooling period a little longer with your father.

"Oops! Marc and Nicola can afford any Alliance request, and we look forward to souvenir stories!

You look just like your mother in trusting us all. That's my father and daughter.

And we waved away from the store. Grandpa waved at me all the time to see me off.

On the way, I saw the neighbors surprised at the gap with Jesus, the usual troublemaker, but Grandpa didn't notice or blow it out, and he waved until he couldn't see each other without changing his attitude.