Life with my Little Sister

"Ohhhh!

Touch.

"Ahhh!"

Stop crying.

Let go.

"Piggyyyyyyyyyy!"

Cry.

Touch.

"Damn!

Let go.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!

Touch.

"Uh."

This is my newborn sister, Phyllia Crane Putt.

My sister was already a child from the moment she was born, who would be no good without me.

If I don't touch you at all, I'll cry.

Without me, I would cry badly.

Phylia - nicknamed Phee, she had enormous magic before she was born.

There is naturally a tremendous amount of magic even after birth, and I have grown into a force even greater than in my foetal years.

If such a child goes wild with the unconsciousness of the baby's death, it will be a big deal.

I mean, if I don't do it by my side, the room will collapse.

The only magic master, Abel, who can hold her sister back, explains this to me.

"... I think Phee remembers when she was a fetus. Not the head, but the soul remembers. Make sure you know who saved you."

Ha ha. He said he missed me with that.

I stare at my sister laughing happily.

Silver hair and blue eyes. Being a beautiful girl in Nice Buddy in the future is an intense winner because I think she looks like her mother from her face.

"Shh, shh, shh!

You won't have the ego yet, but your gaze won't go after me. Even the fingers I grabbed, I never try to let go.

You really liked it, and I think it stings.

Unlike me, who turns a lazy gaze, Abel says slightly more seriously.

"... it's better for this girl to learn to control her magic sooner"

When you cry, miss, or shake your emotions loudly, strong magic is released from Fee.

All of them, Abel is doing something about it.

My sister's magic is awesome. At least, I can't hold him down.

But to Abel, that's possible. When I see him fogging the mighty magic that leaked out without bitterness, I really wonder.

"If you could do this, wouldn't you have managed to do the magic of Phee that was in your stomach?

"... I can't. In my case, I will merely do my best. Must have hurt the mother."

What we were doing by the time we gave birth was in the realm of miracles. Arrowhead, that seemed right in a joint effort.

I'm honestly glad I was involved in the survival and delivery of my precious sister, too. I was just a little proud to have helped my mother and Fee.

Oh, now, but me, I can talk messy fluently. I grew up.

My birth was in June of 1199, when I was consecrated.

It was in November of 1201, when Phee was conceived.

Two and zero year old brothers and sisters.

Still, my sister's only been two weeks since she was born.

But you're nostalgic.

"Fee seems to really love Al, so take care of him, okay?

My mother winks like that while reading a romance novel.

My mother is only half-joking, but this one is meant to be.

Sometimes I say Phee won't leave me, but my sister is cute, too. I have the thoughts of a life I worked hard to save, and I have no brothers in my previous life, so I admire them.

"Of course she's adorable."

"Heh heh. I mean, you have both thoughts. Well, if you grow up and Al and Phee get along, you two get married."

"Buffoo!

I lost my mind.

What are you talking about, this guy?

Needless to say, me and Fee are totally blood connected brothers and sisters. My father and mother are the same. "Materials" are 100 percent the same thing, not brother-in-law or sister. What are you thinking?

"Oh? Al's talking about Phee, hating her?

"No, I don't have enough ingredients to hate yet. Problem is, the real brothers and sisters!

"... is that it?

My mother tilted her neck. I think so.

"... marriage between brothers and sisters is no problem?

"What's the problem when it's allowed by law?

...... shock facts.

Kinship marriage seems to be OK in this world.

Finally, I heard that both bigamy and same-sex marriage are permitted.

No, I won't, that's not true. Maybe. I'm sure.

"So, you know, I really want Al, who became you, to remember," My brother knows. "

"My brother understands...?

Mother makes her place right.

Did you say something strange again? Or can it be the law to understand and do things?

"... Lucica's words are good in half. This girl's always a love brain."

Abel exhales slightly. Apparently you don't have to take it seriously.

"That's not true, Abel. For my beloved brother and sister, it's something I absolutely need."

"No, I love you..."

Sure, Phee misses me now, but it was before I still had myself.

In the meantime, he said, "Brother, it's hard!" or something like that. "... Imagine being depressed.

"... what do you know about that?

Well done. She asked me, and my mother strained her chest. Something plump plays.

"First, the first. Don't retreat."

I got a speech that didn't make sense because it was nasty.

(You said you were leaving, right? I like Mr. A, but Mr. A already has a lover, so let's give it up, or something. I don't think it has anything to do with the existence of "sister" at all.)

"Hehe. You don't get it, do you?

"... you can't possibly tell. Lucica, are you okay with your head?

Abel says what I want to say. A little spicy.

"Not bad, either. It's important, right?

"Mother, please be specific."

"Specifically, here's the thing?" I'd rather not be there for him to grow up! Get out of here! 'Or' I make my sister unhappy when I'm beside her. You better not be around! Get out of here! 'Or' He's got company to support. You can do it without me! Get out of here! 'Or something. Finally, don't even be sure how your beloved sister feels. You can never try to leave your side with solitary self-satisfaction! I mean. "

"Uh-huh...?

Like I know. Like I don't know.

Well, I can't help but say that the push of unilateral feelings is out, if you interpret it broadly to the point that it's an inclusive word.

But normally, I retreat from my sister, there shouldn't be anything going on, and perhaps, no, definitely, it's a statement poisoned by a romantic novel.

"... Al. Lucica's statement makes no sense to read in depth"

Abel let go cold.

But where is the wind that my mother blows? Make a serious face.

"You can never leave your beloved siblings alone, can you? Especially not, 'Shut up and try to leave the side'!

Don't leave the first half, though I honestly don't think I can.

'Cause when you leave, it's what you leave, isn't it?

Even by Japanese standards, you may transfer to a place of study, and then you may leave with your parents' divorce.

Even if we look at this world, it won't be convenient for our house, if the Bailefelds have done something, or are missing due to a war disaster.

(Well, I don't like chili)

However, I intend to protect the second half of "Don't Be Silent" without being told.

Unless it's not a pattern where you can't get in touch with me because of something as sudden as my overworked death in my previous life, because horseradish would be the secret not only to the company, but also to family circles.

"Second eye next."

"... still going on?

Abel's cold voice. I know my mother's "hearts and minds" and they're from a romantic novel, so I guess it's hard to ask.

But my mother is gorgeously through it as if it wasn't there. Mental You're strong.

"Second. It's 'Don't be amnesic'!

…………

It doesn't make sense, you're here again.

What do you mean, don't lose your memory? I don't know yet because the nagging of leaving is an individual's choice and determination, but amnesia wouldn't be like turning it on and off at your own convenience.

Me and Abel's cold-eyed mother hug a romantic novel.

"... Mother, I don't want to see my good friends Al and Phee lose their memory and get giddy..."

Is that true?

Is it really me?

Aren't we talking about a romantic novel we're about to hold?

Abel slapped me on the shoulder with her finger.

"... Lucica doesn't like sadness, but she loves to read it"

What, like, "I cry in a horror movie, but I watch it all the time"?

"Mitsuki's eye is full of siblings."

No, because your child, your blood muscles are exactly the same.

I am no longer willing to listen to heartache and focus on giving up Phee.

"Yikes!"

My Angel holds my hand and makes a voice that sounds sincerely happy.

Glad to see you like that, too.

I haven't even spoken to my sister yet. I don't know what kind of daughter you'll grow up to be.

But at the moment, I can assure you that it's both me and Fee.

(Let's take care of it...)

Let's raise her well so she can be an angelic girl.

Watching my sister smile, I was so determined.