Life with my Little Sister

"I was in, ahhhhhhhhhh! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

I have to get out of here.

The breakup is sad. And sloppy.

That's not just my emotion, neither is my sister.

My dear, my dear Meister is crying as she reaches out to me.

That's it, my chest's going to rip.

"Ku......! Phee......!

I ran over to my sister and held her hand.

"Ahhhhh! Ha, ha, ha, ha! Phew, I can assume you did. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

"Even I don't want to leave Fee!

"Ahhh! Nice, nice, nice! Phew, that's nice! I can be, oh, oh, oh, oh!

"... I'll be right there"

A totally painless chop released by my master pierced my head.

Yeah. Well, it's only during exams that I leave with Fee.

"Dull. Really, Fee loves Al, doesn't she?

I still think my mother, who sees my brother addicted beloved daughter and has that sentiment, is a big shot. In her, she says, "Sibling love is better than all."

I hugged Fee and said a temporary goodbye.

to head to the exam venue.

"Then touch the magic gauge.... Yes, fine. Keep going back."

Magic measurements were as simple as accepting admission tickets.

Instead of measuring exact numbers.

I use magic props that only measure whether there is more than a certain amount.

I heard that a simple structure is cheaper to buy and, more importantly, less likely to break. It's with the appliance.

The actual technique was also terribly easy.

"Now, any attribute of witchcraft is good, so try making a sphere. If you can only use one of the time attributes, the space attribute, or the no attribute, please let me know here."

Copy that, sir.

I generate spheres of light. Abel told me beforehand that there was no need to look good and make it big, so I made it about the size of a softball.

"... I wonder if this is good"

"Ha!?"

Suddenly the examiner raised an odd voice.

I turn my consciousness to the stability of the photosphere even as I am surprised. Because Abel tells me it's third-rate to ruin unfolding sorcery by surprise.

"... is it among the exams to surprise me and see how it goes?

"Yes, no, you don't. I'm sorry to disturb your concentration."

I bow my head with a strange face over and over again.

Then it seemed like a complete irregular who made a weird voice. I'm in trouble.

"But... this is amazing..."

I don't know, but the examiner is surprised.

Is there something in my light sphere? I think it's about the same size as the people around it.

The exams, other than the odd ones, are looking at me and whispering. Something's wrong, this kind of air. If you need anything, I want you to be clear.

"I pass without complaint. Please continue along the way."

"Ha...?

Apparently, it's a pass.

No complaints, but I don't know under what conditions I can complain, and I just have to nod vaguely.

Without interrogation, the final is a written exam.

It's obviously harder than grade 10. Even so, it is not at the level of holding my head.

"If you don't study, you won't take it first, but if you study, you'll get it easily"

Is it that difficult?

Oh, there was also a mix of scratch and high difficulty issues this time. Though there was no particular point in complaining.

"I was in, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

When I leave the venue, I am hugged by My Sister, who cried as badly as I did last time.

"Oh, all right, all right. I missed you, Phee!

"Phew! I wanted to be there for you. Shh, shh, shh! Oh, my God!

It smells soft and good, and my sister is the best to touch. Even though it was only during the exam, it was a bummer that I was losing this warmth......

"... How's it going?

Abel asks for a simple, arrowy response.

"I think I can get you a present somehow."

"... yes. Looking forward to it?

The elf girl laughed just at her mouth.

Really, what are you giving me?

Would you let me touch your ear or something?

"No, Abel. If I made a photosphere out of some practical exam, I'd be surprised, you know why?

".................. ha"

Abel exhaled.

"... Al. That's something you don't need to worry about. Perspectives from the 'Unheld' are not worthy of consideration"

"Eh, what? Tell me something about Al, too, Mother."

My mother hugged Abel. The tangle between my master, who looked like a young girl, and her mother, who is still completely young, is strangely vivid. I mean, the way my mother hugs me is nasty.

"... Lucica, stop stroking me"

Hands in disgust. I thought you said before that you don't really like to be touched by others.

(So your ears don't seem to have a line of reward...)

Since then, my consciousness has been nailed to Abel's ear.

I want to touch it someday. It's a covert goal.

I can't believe I'm distracted besides Archangel Phyllia...

"So ~. How's Al doing?

"... I'll explain. Get away from me."

Abel carefully fixes the wrinkles on the robe by paying off the dust and scratches.

"... Al was surprised for a composite reason. In short, the light bulb was amazing."

"It's too much to tell. Yikes?

"... ha. First, Al can create light spheres unchanging and no-time. Neither is possible with a juxtaposed sorcerer. Next, the stability of the photosphere is slipping out. Specifically, light intensity and shape. The light sphere made by a normal mage shakes like a flame. But Al's. It doesn't shake small, and the shape is a beautiful true sphere itself. And because the supply magic is stable at a high level, the brightness that reaches the perimeter is constant and does not tickle. In addition, it is excellent for duration. So I was surprised."

"So, then, how can Al make that so easy?

"... Al's adequacy lies in 'The Root and Root of Magic'. If the foundation is solid, it is only natural that all of the derivations from it will stabilize"

"Awesome, not awesome, Al! The boulder is my beloved son!

My mother hugged me every fi. Phee, who would not know very well,

"Shh! - Oh, my God! Sookie! Sookie! So!"

We are together. "Stroke me" without context is the usual thing, so I respond to demands without either. Ah, soft.

Thanks to my mother for asking me questions, my questions were also fogged up. But another question arises. I'm sick and tired of the exams' attitude.

"Then why did you say it wasn't worth considering?

"... if you do compare it to a juxtaposed sorcerer, Al is awesome. However, with more than one magician, the stability of the procedure can be normal. So to this extent, 'I am amazing' is not a chronic problem. If you're going to do it as a magician, I want you to look up more."

Nothing. I'm not going to do it as a magician.

Magic is a convenient tool and qualifications are advantageous ingredients. It is necessary as a means of keeping yourself and your family safe and making money from demonic props. So I'm just learning.

But I certainly don't think it's a good idea.

If the treat is high, the walk stops there. Not to mention embarrassing to be Tengu for what the top magicians can do for granted.

However, even if I'm not going to make the magician a profession, I'm going to keep drilling.

myself and, more importantly, for Abel, who is teaching me magic.

Thus, the ninth grade exam marked its end.

A week later, you will receive a notice of acceptance.

Magic measurement, full score.

Practical exam, full score.

Written exam, full score.

My mother celebrated with great joy, but I don't have any particular thoughts because it's a passing point. Well, should I say I'm glad I didn't have a careless smith?

Apart from my mother and Phee, all my exam scores converged without any particular noise.

That's because the Fourth Princess of this country also had the youngest full exam score.

Nobody cares about unnamed civilians. I hate being noisy, so even this one would appreciate that.

On the other hand, it seems that the Fourth Princess is held hostage to the great talent of the unknown.

Guess from the casual impression that we only had one conversation, but that girl didn't feel happy to be made a fool of noise.

I'm sorry, but I'm royal, so I guess this is part of the job.

(I wonder if I'll see you again in July...)

Given her position, I can see that I won't be able to see her again in such a place.

I knew I wasn't going to be noble.

That's how it came to me.