Life with my Little Sister

(Where am I...?

That was how I felt when I saw the room.

Western-style aristocratic mansion?

That's where I was when my eyes closed.

"Ahhhh...!

Even if I tried to speak, I didn't answer. My body doesn't move satisfactorily either.

Strange places, and immobile bodies.

Normally, it would be panic.

But I wasn't in a hurry.

Because this is the third time I've bothered others this way.

(Me... have I fallen again)

Overwork.

That's me - no, the company people I work for, they were occupationally ill.

Manager Sawada, who looked after him well, was too busy to go to the hospital even if he was ill, and died of cancer.

My colleague Tamajo was mentally ill and committed suicide.

My company was a true black.

"Mr. Yumiya, this is the second time you've fallen from overwork, isn't it? Next, I can't guarantee my life. Please be absolutely at rest, okay?

Last time I fell, the doctor said that with a serious face.

And I think I went down a third time.

This doesn't look like a hospital, but I guess someone kind picked it up for me.

I have to thank you, but my body doesn't move and my voice doesn't speak. You have to contact the company, and you can't bother your business partners.

What month and what time is it? First, that's what I want to know.

It's going to be bright outside, so I guess it's noon.

My last memory was just leaving the office in the hours after the power went out. In other words, unauthorized absence or tardiness is confirmed.

I'm sorry to everyone. If I fall out now, my men will fall...

When I was worried, I heard multiple footsteps. I hear someone's coming to this room.

××××××××

A man in his twenties or so brought a maid into the room. He's so handsome. Did this guy pick me up?

(But how many words? I can even speak a little English here...)

A handsome man is a Westerner - it should be. A man with blonde hair and green eyes.

He says words that I don't quite understand happily.

Behind my back.

Yeah, I just noticed, in the middle of nowhere. Someone's holding me.

××××××××

×××××××××××× ……

× × × ×

No! I don't know sappy what you're talking about.

But you look really happy. That's all I know.

I'm sorry to water you, but I can't bother the company with this one either. Let's call it in. I didn't have a voice earlier, but now what?

I squeeze my powers and spin out words for greetings - they were supposed to.

But out of my mouth.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!

If I lived in Japan, everyone would have cried once I heard it.

××××××××

××××××××××××

They were desperate to forgive me. But this one's panicking, too.

"What's going on?"

"Where am I?!?"

All those words are converted into cries.

So, I had to realize.

Apparently, I'm a baby.

About six months passed.

What were you doing in the meantime?

Eat, sleep, sauce.

That's all.

Of course, I actively gathered information.

I'm just a six-month-old baby.

Breastfeeding started last week.

It was this week that I was able to crawl and walk.

There is a limit to the information available in such circumstances.

Time passed quickly.

Anyway, I'm asleep when I notice.

Arr that if I stayed up late, I would have slept at some point.

It feels like I keep waking up and time keeps flowing.

But the words became much more understandable. However, I still don't speak well. I can't turn my tongue, it's creepy.

I still have no idea what the letters are. I want to learn this one fast too.

Alto crane put.

That's my name in this world.

My father is Stefanus Nancha. Kalana Bailefeld.

Her mother is Lucica Crane Putt.

I still don't remember my father's name. I've only heard it once, because it seems long.

But the fact that our mothers and children and fathers have different names is a profound business.

Apparently, I'm a concubine. I call it the child of a noble concubine.

So, I'm naming my mother's sex.

I mean, I'm an aristocratic child, but I'm not an aristocrat, and my mother's not an official wife, and I treat her like a mistress.

But if you live in a civilian house, this isn't the same.

West away.

I live in an annex called that, with my mother Lucica and a few servants.

My father seems to be in the main building, but I only see him once after childbirth.

Why does that happen and what is happening?

This is what happens when you bullet inferences from fragmentary information.

-Father liked his mother, but half forced him into aristocracy and made him son-in-law.

· Naturally I still love it and don't want to leave, so I live my mother in this western part of the country rather unscrupulously.

-The son-in-law's name is the Bailefeld family.

-The Bailefelds forgave me until I surrounded my concubine, but I did not admit to having children. But my parents made me by pushing the opposite.

-It's my first child instead of Mrs Zheng, so I hate myself and need to be careful.

-Father is not free to come away from this west.

-But the relationship between the body and the rabbit also takes precedence over the horn, and mentally, all the mother, so Lady Zheng came to hate her mother.

-The servants in this house belong to the Bailefeld family, and we have no loyalty to our mothers and children.

This is my life, isn't it?

I knew I had to learn the art of protecting myself.

I don't have to think about my position, but I need to be strong.

('Cause you're talking about demons coming out...)

Not now, but I hear this isn't Japan.

Naturally, it's not even Earth.

Different world.

That's where I am.

It's absurd, but I couldn't help but conclude so. Because all sorts of things are far from Earth.

(Speaking of which, a wizard I know of my mother is coming to see my face)

Very important information.

If there is magic in this world, you must learn it. To protect myself and my mother.

(Magic... can't I use it...?

I thought I'd give it a try.

I want to do something muscular, but I can't move that way right now. Then let's try some magic.

"Aye uh."

Fire, I'll scream. Nothing happened.

That's right. I don't know the conditions for using magic.

I guess there's magic, magic props, all sorts of things you need.

But you can't give up.

Let's start by assuming you have magic, and think about if you can't feel it.

I'm lying in bed right now. Time for a nap. There are no servants or mothers.

In sight, there are several building blocks that look light.

Let's narrow it down to that one and try it.

(Can't you move...?

Put your hands together and try to remember strongly.

(Move, move... ugh)

I'll float my sweat and think about it, but it doesn't work.

(I knew you couldn't? Let's be a little more specific)

The building blocks at the far end. I put my strength into it with the image of pushing it out.

Then.

(Ooh, whoa!

No, and only about two centimeters, but the building blocks moved.

(Yay! We did it! I can use something magical!

I was thrilled.

And I raised my scream at the next moment.

"Ghahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

I had a terrible headache.

The shock of whether the blood vessels in the brain were even ruptured.

And weakness as if it were coming out of your whole body, even your soul.

I lost consciousness in a lot of pain.

It's been a week since my first sorcery.

In conclusion, I almost died.

What the maid saw when she rushed to hear the scream seemed to be me bleeding out of my eyeballs and peristalizing.

A doctor was immediately called. My father, who usually can't come this way, also rushed me with a blue face.

The cause is unknown.

The servants seem to have concluded that the Bailefelds tried to poison me. Really, it's a noisy position.

But I know what the real reason for the fall is.

Magic.

That's the price.

I didn't know what caused my collapse at first either.

But I realized it again using magic.

(It's rehab, let's do it lighter than the building blocks)

I thought about it that way and put only the feather part of the feather pen in front of me.

I already know the trick of moving without touching my hand.

No, and try to manipulate it with caution, a tremendous headache. And a sense of nothingness.

Canceling the magic once again, waterfall-like sweat flowed from all over my body.

Apparently, using too much magic puts a strain around your brain.

But what about magic that can't even move wings satisfactorily?

Am I less magical?

I don't know the standard of this world, but there's no way I'm going to fall just moving my feathers.

If you can't use it, you can't help it, but you have to identify the limit values.

How long do you move it and you get a headache?

I tried to start that verification.

And then we got to a new stage.

Same as muscle tread.

I found that the more magic I used, the more limit values I grew.

Yesterday than yesterday.

Today than yesterday.

The distance between the wings that can move without pain grows slightly.

That was a fun discovery.

I'm even Demon Tre (?) punched in.

Be strong.

Because in order to live, that's what we absolutely need.