Life with my Little Sister

The beginning of April of the sacred year 1207.

A man walks along the streets of King's Landing, bustling with festival preparations.

He was a young man with a straight face and dressed in luxury equipment.

Its appearance is elegant, but on the other hand, its arrogance is soaked.

He was from a noble country at first glance, but his equipment was well used and he looked like an adventurer with certain abilities.

His name is Villy.

He was a legitimate son of the ancient kingdom nobleman Hayfte, and an adventurer of swordsmanship and magic.

The young aristocratic adventurer walks gently along the boulevard, looking around as if he were on his property.

"Mm...?

Villy found and approached one of the grand men preparing for the festival.

On the other hand, the closer he came, the more immediately he noticed Villy and looked down.

"Long time no see, 'Slasher'.Are you still showing off? "

…………

In the words of the nobles, the man called the slayer silenced.

He has no good memories of Villie.

That was two years ago.

The incident at the end of February, 1205.

When Queen Paula was freed from death and illness by "The Miracle of the Moon God," and the festival was held in an extraordinary setting, the two met and became agonized.

Even though it was boring, it was just that Villy wore a seat of nobility and was unilaterally involved in this "Slasher".

The young man tells the silent shopkeeper to show discomfort.

It was an acting narrative somewhere.

"What's the matter? Why aren't you answering?Uneducated civilians can't thank nobles?

"... no, I just accidentally deceived the great nobleman before.... it's been a long time. "

"Hmph, I'm not good at that."

The slayer poisoned his heart, wondering which one he was good at.

Of course, I tried not to put it in words, but also in expressions.

"Sometimes I get slashed.You sure you had a brilliant jewel that didn't fit in as a civilian?

…………

This time, the slayer showed discomfort openly.

But the Heifeth's wedded man repeated his words without caring.

"What do you think?Hurry up and answer. "

"... what would you say if you had it...?

It was like I was pushing him to death.

Villie says with a knife on the shoulder of the slayer.

"Is there? Let me see."

"... I refuse."

"Huh? Even though I am the aristocrat of the kingdom, you, the civilian, refuse it?Ho ho... I don't know... "

…………

The slayer, who admitted that there was a sword-like light in Villy's eyes, told him to squeeze it out.

"... that's an irreplaceable treasure for me.I didn't bring it here. "

That's why I can't show you.

As a matter of fact, I just don't want to show you a nobleman's name, whether it's here or not.

"Hmm. You don't think it's here?If that's the case, there's no choice.But I understand you're still in possession.--Slashed in time.I'm sure your presence here means you're planning to open for the April festival?

I'm on the left, but is that it?

When the smasher answered with a disgusting face, Villy snorted her nose.

"Nah. So I'm going to make a reservation as a guest?I only bet one coin last time, but this time I'll bet on a gold bag.You can bet on the jewels for that, right?

"............!?"

The slayer bowed himself down.

There was no choice but to run through the cold.

He is confident in his ability to fight.

Two years after that.

I don't know how much the nobleman in front of me raised his arm, but now, from what the man in front of me has done, it's been determined that he can still be easily defeated.

And Villy probably understands the power difference.

(And yet, I've challenged you....)

I interpreted this as an attempt to take the jewels away from me by letting the words "mouthpiece" and "identity difference" speak, as I did last time.

Otherwise, I can't think about it.

We don't have any reservations...

"Slashed. Shame on the nobility.You know what that means?

It was a powerful force that could not be said.

I don't like it when you want to take away that "jewel" so much.

…………

The silence of the slayer forced Villie to 'affirm'.

Well then, that's settled.This time, I can't do the same thing as last time.You will win in earnest.Just like you brought the jewels, right?

Put your hands on your shoulders and smile.

And he walked out...

"Oh, that's right...."

He looked back with a wild attitude.

"Let me tell you something, slayer.Don't waste electricity by mistake, okay?I'll let my men keep an eye on you, but in the unlikely event that you break a promise, you'll be held guilty without asking questions, so please do so.

Hahahahaha laughs and laughs, and the noble youth leaves.

The man who was left behind was holding his fist and dropping off his back.

--This is the beginning.

Or it was over.



"Letters?"

"Yes, it's a letter, Alto."

April someday.

A familiar high elf, Fennel, came to Cranput's house, which was close to King's International.

A major town in the Chamber of Commerce and a great waitress, she picked me up as soon as she came to us.

"Um, that's a rabbit and horn, why am I being bothered by Fennel...."

"Whatever (...), I have received a 'privilege' from Alto...."

The director of the Chamber of Commerce leans strangely.

I don't know, but is that privilege "perpetual"?

You're kidding, right?

Mmm! Feiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!

Sure enough, my sister is furious.

But Fennel said he was waiting for this, and Fennel was hugged.

"Fufufufu...!Then Philia is coming with us.--No. "

"Yikes! Feiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!But right next to you!fee, I'm so glad!

"Fufufufufufu. Felia-sama's cheeks are all sticky...!

What a nice smile...

This man's child loves money.

I quarrelled with my angel, who was in a good mood as soon as she got close to me.

Um, Mr. Fennel.

Yes, what is it, Alto?

"Shouldn't Teenage have carried the letters?She comes to us almost every day. "

Well then, I won't be able to pick up Alto.

Even if you say so out of your mind.

On the other side, my spear teacher looks like, "Please give up."

Now you can't even hope for rescue...

Mr. Fennel is holding us tight.

"Who is Noir?I'd like to see Mr. Noir too. "

That desire is endless.

But I'm sorry.

Marimo is napping with her mom on a hammock, right?

"Mmmm... It's a shame you're not here right now...!Later, I'll let Noir go too.... "

You're absolutely lying that you're here to deliver the letter, aren't you?

You're just here to pick up Cranput's three brothers and sisters, right?

"Alto, Alto!

"No, what?

"Is it true that Alto created a new invention for Eurakasha?

"Well, in the meantime...."

To be precise, it was Gado who made it.

"Can I see it later?

"That's fine, but I'd be happy if you could get back to your original purpose.

I don't know 'who', 'why', 'why', 'to me', sent a letter.

If the sender is Eninevé on the Great Iceland or the light blue one on Kishkood Island, then maybe Abel will bring it to me, so I can predict 'something else'.

"Yes, the sender of the letter..."

I was surprised to hear Mr Fennel's words.

It's probably the person I haven't seen in a long time among my few friends.

The son of a Civil Guardian who belongs to the Civil Society of this country.

A good person whose gender is unknown.

Noel Corlein.

He (her?) There was no difference.