Life with my Little Sister

"… conversion"

"Aye!"

Since then, I have begun to learn magic from Abel.

What we're doing now is' converting 'basic technology.

Conversion is a technology that turns magic into flames and water.

A technique that, like fireballs and water bullets, transforms what is called magic into matter and phenomena and interferes with the real world.

Magic power is not of this world, even if it is equipped by man and filled with nature.

Like God, spirits, or ghosts, it's the energy that belongs to the 'other side'.

To manifest to the world what is not inherently of the world, it arises the need to convert it into something of the world.

That is the most fundamental fire and water, and conversion to such fundamental natural objects is relatively easy. Conversely, conversion to artifacts far from the ground up becomes extremely difficult.

Unleashing magic itself without conversion is considered a great waste.

Because if you release something into the world that is not from the world, it will, by the way, disappear.

Naturally, the magic that remains raw is not a great power, and interference in the real world is low. So if you actually use it, it is fundamental that you can convert it.

But there is only one exception. That's when the magic is huge.

The great magic does not disappear instantly and can be allowed to interfere in reality during the period leading up to extinction. It seems that the fuel consumption is too bad to make any sense.

(That's what I sweated for just moving my feathers...)

Heavy luggage can be moved if you have arm strength, but it is impossible to move it with exhalation.

Conversion is arm strength. Considering that exhalation is the magic that stays raw, you'll see how impotent it is.

But it seems that's what I was doing.

"... basic training in magic is good as it is. It's incredible, but Al is fit to handle the 'fundamentals of magic' itself"

It seems that using the magic that remains raw is something that should not be done because it is too draining and burdensome.

However, if it is made in the current situation, it is better to work out as it is to increase the amount of magic. Should I call it an image that carries weights and muscles?

Whatever it is, Abel's instruction is accurate, and even from me, who doesn't have any other magicians, I can tell he's an excellent teacher.

Thanks to this, my repertoire of witchcraft has increased dramatically.

It was a memorial, because I could manipulate the fire, the water, the light.

And naturally, it became clear that I could exercise magic.

Training is done in the garden. So, no, but it gets in the eyes of the servants. I can't hide what happened to this. Naturally, the Bailefelds know about it. But we just have to break it off as a trade-off around here. Because I absolutely needed to study witchcraft.

However, it is also true that there has been more material of concern.

I've already been overrated for 'genius' and 'prodigy' because of my ability to read and write arithmetic. It was added that there was magical literacy there.

Whatever the real image is, from the edge, I guess it's a uninterrupted Kirinko. It's weirder not to be wary of this.

Excellent (seemingly) cold-hearted concubines tend to be a source of quarrel in ancient times. I just hope it doesn't get extra.

When the Bailefeld family had a child, they were going to live in comparison with me one way or another. My very existence is becoming a source of trouble.

(I hope she doesn't have to resent me backwards...)

Yes, a child.

Not only my mother, Ljussica, but also my rightful wife, Aufsta, are currently pregnant.

You think they expect it to be a fuss of great joy over there and a genius more than me?

It's a quick story, but they've already got a lot of tutors.

I feel sorry for the kid who's been pushing my expectations since the beginning, but I'd appreciate it if the aftermath didn't come this way.

So, another pregnant woman. Talk about our mother.

Here too, there was a problem.

My stomach is swelling well, but from time to time, I started complaining of strong pain.

He is distorting his face in pain and rubbing his own stomach.

My father, whom I haven't seen in a long time, started looking for a doctor with a blue face, and I always care that Abel, who has no expression, is frowning.

"... may not taste good"

One day, Abel shrugged like that.

"What's wrong with you?

I ask questions that allow me to speak fluently little by little.

This elf often skips the subject. So it's hard to tell.

"... Lucica's stomach. That's probably caused by the baby inside"

"With Doyuko?

Abel seemed to know the reason for the pain.

When asked, there have been such cases in the past.

"... the baby's magic is too strong. It has unconsciously released high concentrations of magic from the fetus. Following growth, the more harmful its influence should become."

"Ka-san, what happens?

"... in these cases, both mother and child die. I've never seen a pattern that helped."

……

Oh, no.

My head shook about.

"... now, it just hurts. But then the internal bleeding starts. Then the gut melts and eventually the mother can't stand the expansion of magic and bursts from the inside"

"Tasuke ho ho ho!?"

"... I don't know and I've never heard of it"

Abel groaned remorsefully.

"Why are you doing this..."

"... Lucica is not a magician. But as a" sorcerer's mother, "she seemed to have a gift out of digits. Because I have had enough children to bear you and destroy us. But it was beyond the realm of men."

I couldn't stay or stand, and I ran out to my mother.

"Oh, Al. What's the matter with you?

Her mother, who did not know the seriousness of the matter and had no magic pain, was relaxing and reading the book.

It's the ease of those who don't know what's happening to them.

"Ka-san, from!?"

"Are you okay now? What? Are you worried about me? Mother, I'm delighted."

I casually approached my grinning mother and stroked her stomach.

It's like holding an indestructible bomb.

"Do you care about this girl? That's right, that's the girl under you. I wish they were born healthy."

I can't look directly at that figure stroking my belly like it's lovely.

(Abel said I have qualities related to the very essence of magic. So is it something you don't know what's going on inside?

Close your eyes and feel the magic.

"- Become!?"

Surprised.

It was dense.

I could see a powerful, multilayered magic, like an idiot, swirling.

They keep expanding. It was too big to be delivered to a dome called the belly.

(Mother, this is in my stomach, why are you okay?!?)

No, I'm not fine. That's why you die.

I tried to see if I could hold him in, but I instantly found it impossible.

It's like trying to prevent a tsunami with a single door slab.

"... so he says it's impossible. Assuming we can hold it in some way, we won't solve anything. Magic keeps coming out. More than the Great Yuan is inside, it's bound to break down."

"Oh, Abel. You're here, too? Heh heh. Do you care about my kids?

Soon there was an elf girl in the back. Mother is proud to have a baby, she laughs at her best.

But me and Abel can't laugh.

Again, take a peek inside your mother.

I was wondering if you knew anything, if you had any clues to help.

(Dayuan……. Where's Abel's big yuan...?

The heart of the Vortex of Magic.

Align your consciousness there.

――

Seen.

The center of the vortex.

The fetal consciousness is pointing this way.

(He's staring at me. But it doesn't feel bad...)

Try to stretch your fearful magic like a hand.

Then the fetal consciousness grabbed 'me' firmly.

(Connected...!

It comes out full of magic like an idiot. I went to war.

(Whoa, whoa, whoa! What a power! If I stay like this, I'll burst to death with magic!?)

At the same time as magic, emotions pour in that are not mine.

Frightened.

I miss you.

I want to.

Very well.

To that voice, I regain my sanity.

This fetus is terrified of her magic, too. I instinctively feel a danger to my life.

This is the first time I've had feelings for this girl.

Until now, I've only thought about saving my mother, but 'this kid' is my brother or sister.

Then I have to help you.

Fortunately, the magic unleashed by 'This Child' is straight at me.

It's stuck with me. So straight. In a straight line.

(Maybe you can use me as a passageway to get the excess magic out)

It flashed like that.

Instead of preventing magic, guide.

If we let it drain outside, the magic that is not of this world should be fogged.

But through this amount of magic, will my body be safe?

Honestly, I'm scared.

But it was worth a try.

(Like this, what do you say!?)

Being on the way, just focusing on that.

The amount of magic transmitted was awesome, but easy to guide on the other hand.

Similar - of.

Probably because I'm a flesh parent. The magical qualities of "This Child" and "Me" were just as good as they could have been.

So I can freely control the direction as if it were my magic, and I don't think I have to hurt my body.

Unnecessary magic flows through my body.

"... Shh."

He stared at me like Abel said he couldn't believe it.

Speaking of which, could she sense magic? I guess that's why you know what I did.

The elf girl instantly put her hands together and crushed the colorless magic that went out of her belly.

Magic, which is not of this world, will certainly be extinguished if you go outside. But depending on the amount of magic, instantly, it doesn't go with.

It's just like ice in flames.

If it's as small and fine as shaved ice, it doesn't melt instantly and stay. But what if it's a giant ice-cold?

It will stay without melting for days and days, and if it hits people, it will take their lives tolerably.

The release of magic is the same as this.

I can lead, but I can't control my emissions.

If this hits my mother, it's a big deal.

Because I know that, Abel crushed me fine.

I don't have the power to break such a huge mass of magic. Without her, 'rescue work' would have been halfway there. Thank you to Abel.

Anyway, this will help both mother and child.

I was relieved by that.

This joint effort was possible because 'this kid' and 'me' came together and Abel was there for me.

"Oh? It's kind of easier for you, huh?

Mother, who knows nothing, is relaxed and happy.

I think that's a good idea. It's a weight. I'm not even going to let it go to waste. Maybe Abel feels the same way.

… then repeated this' rescue work 'for several months.

I know what to do and how to do it, so it was easy enough to get stuck except for the first time.

Thus, 'the child' was born.

A girl two years younger than me.

My beloved sister.

A family together.

A tiny little baby with out-of-digit magic.

The name is Phyllia Crane Putt.