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

Celine, Estelle was taken to her private room, and at the end she led me away, and the servants quickly left.

I dropped off my servant and shut the door. It would be a lie to say that you were not interested in being the son of the inn, and the Count's room has now spread.

A large, fluffy bed in a designer closet. Looking up at the ceiling, the chandelier is hanging, covered in elaborate glasswork, rather than a chaotic lamp.

That's the only room for visitors to Count Castle, and it's more luxurious than any other room I've ever stayed, including my own. It is a little regrettable that there is no other way to compare it.

I remember walking to the window by the wall with the gentle and beautiful curtains on both sides, pressing on the soft carpet. Then I wooshed my finger into the window frame.

"Seriously....."

The surprise leaks from my mouth. I don't know if we hurried to clean it before we came in, or if we usually do it, but it doesn't stick to my fingertips. Too perfect to force me to look for faults, but I got an unexpected counterattack.

Unfortunately, I'm glad to be invited here, but if it's normal to refuse, a small citizen's chic feeling is about to emerge. So I jumped all over my body into a big bed with a sophisticated embroidered duvet to exhale that feeling.

That's a bed of nobility. Soft feathers grab my body and don't let go. Enjoying the feeling of a duvet sinking without making a sound, my drowsiness slowly began to envelop me. If I sleep in a bed like this every day, I'm going to lose my human life... With that in mind, I fell asleep.

--I woke up with the sound of the concom and the door slamming. When he jumped out of bed and opened the door, another servant (still a beautiful boy) came along with the news that dinner was ready.

Celine and Ester were also absent in the back. Looking at them, they both seem to be asleep, and their eyes are shriveled. I guess neither of you could resist the magic of that bed.

We are guided by our servants and stand in front of a large door.

When the servant looked up at the door, there was a red carpet that seemed to be dozens of times more than the favorite carpet I had bought, and an eye-catching white, long table. It's a noble dining room.

Trian sits at the far end of the table, and Liane sits just nearby. And beside that, Nicolas was sitting with her stomach breathed. It seems he's been fed a lot for dinner now.

Send Nicolas a reminder as she takes her seat.

Looks like you liked it a lot. Isn't this where you can live your ideal parasitic life?

While rubbing her bloated stomach, Nicola returns her thoughtful stories, making her face look like she's a gecko.

Please don't. If you get too much attention from Leah, you die of stress. It is my goal to enjoy freedom while parasitic. I'm... free here...!

Well, I thought you'd say that. Nicolas added, "And I can't even see my mom and dad here," and went back to getting hungry. The upcoming dinner will also be luxurious, and it will encourage digestion like delicious Nicolas.

When we arrived at the table, Trian said lightly, and then the food was brought in and dinner started.

I thought it would be like a course dish, but apparently all the menus will be on the table from the beginning. I don't know if it suits us or if the aristocrats are the same.

First, I decided to get a thick steak with a red glow sitting right in front of me.

When I tried to carry the cut meat into my mouth with a fork just by putting on a knife, the sauce was at a minimum, but it smelled as if it smelled like meat.

The moment I put this in my mouth thinking that I could expect it, my mouth was filled with the scent just now, and I felt happy just by that. And while enjoying the fragrance, the meat melted away. That's why the nobles are eating good food.

My surprise and impression appeared on my face, and I hear a commentary from Trian who was looking at it.

"It's a small dragon steak in the Liberian mountains north of my territory."

"Well, could it be a Corpse Dragon?

Celine, who enjoyed wine before meat, shouted.

"Correct. Have you ever hunted a Corpse Dragon?

"Just once. I've partied and hunted on an ad hoc basis, but that's all. Only a dragon that builds a herd needs to be counted, so I don't make much money for my troubles... rude"

"Ha ha, don't worry about it. Speaking of which, with all due respect, Celine, you were a solo adventurer. Seeing as" Celine the Male Hate, "she was famous in the capital."

"Yeah, well...."

Was it said that you dislike men not only in your hometown, but also in the territorial capital? You have a lot of money. Trian continued her words as she lowered her eyebrows and buttocks, affirming Celine's reluctance.

"... actually, I'm not ashamed to say that my Liane hates men, but I don't seem to like men very well."

"Well, Father! I'm not particularly bad at you. However... if you're surrounded by so many people, you can't help but get fed up with it.

Not surprisingly, Liane sandwiched her mouth and looked around at the handsome servants who worked meticulously in the dining room.

I was betting on the possibility of just not seeing a woman, but was the male rate usually high?... sitting in a warm, fluffy chair and chilling my ass again.

Trian added that he was still asking about my complexion.

"I'm ashamed to have played pretty well before I married my wife. Since I met my wife, my wife has been trying to recruit as many servants as possible from Yakimothi. Even after the wife died, there was hardly any change of servant, and it's still like this."

Without stopping Alex, the deacon who stood aside, stopped coughing, and Trian shrugged his shoulders with the Count's affections. Is that really it? I don't think so, but people believe what they want to believe. I believe you. Believe it.

Then the nonquette Trian slapped his hands like an idea.

"-That's right. After tomorrow, you'll be allowed to leave with surveillance... but may I have Liane as one of my surveillance agents? Of course, I promise I won't bother you with any more escorts. Liane, if you're a boy of the same age, it's a little exciting, isn't it?

"Eh, Dad!? I'll stay in my room with Nicolas again tomorrow."

"Ni, Nicola wants to go outside! Oniichan, come with me!

Nicolas, who was holding Liane's arm, was whispering, winking one eye at me. Apparently he's a maniac who wants to take me with him, but he's desperate to forget all about it...

"Onii-chan...?

So for the first time, Liane turned her face towards me. I haven't seen it before. Of course I knew.