I Want to Become the Hero’s Bride

"Hey, sis."

A girl with smeared hair twintailed squeaked her face up from a picture book spread over her lap. With his sleepy eyes, he gazes at his own sister, who has been busy moving around the room since earlier.

"What?

My sister and the skinny figure with the white triangle scarf on their heads look back as they rock the same smeared ponytail as the girl. The face said it was clarity and "annoying," but makes me think of sisterly love around giving a proper response, albeit with a sinister attitude.

"If the stars flow within three counts, will you take the place of off-road cleaning?

"Huh? What's stupid about that?

"Will you take my place?

"It's daylight. I can't see a shooting star."

"On behalf of…"

"Ahhh! GOOD!!"

The sister who shouted so dragged her to the window as she grabbed her sister's root and stuck the girl's face in a position where she could see the cloudy sky starting to cloud.

"Count now! You'll never see it!

"If you see it, clean it off..."

"I'll take your place as much as you want! Look, I'm counting fast! I'm not free like you!!

My sister narrowed her sleepy eyes even thinner in her sister's blind position, slightly raising the edge of her little mouth.

"Ichi."

Fluffy and soft winds are carried into the room through open windows.

"To"

The moment I thought I blinked into the sky as some light looked up.

"Sa."

A group of meteors pulling a red tail with fierce momentum spread into the sky wrapped around thin clouds.

Sister: Pocahontas.

"Well, Offro, nice cleaning."

When the girl tells her sister standing next to her to do so, she returns to her fixed position with a short leg and leaks small as she asks her hindsight, still stiff, with her sleepy eyes.

"Your sister is easy to fish... ('m')"