Life with my Little Sister

"Oh, no! Look more closely at the condition of the material! Don't just go after technology!

May of 1204, a sacred history.

I was teaching Gad to blacksmith in a workshop that Abel gave me as a grade IX gift.

It's basically a yelling tone, but the way you teach it is polite and easy to understand.

"... Al is improving fast"

And so on and Abel praised me, but I can assure you that this is because Gad is a good mentor.

Gad himself doesn't talk about his background in depth, but he's wonderful enough to be known to the world.

The same is true of the skill in instruction, because the iron made by example looks famous to the amateur.

"Hey Gad. Why did Gad want to do a blacksmith?

During the break, I asked him that.

Talking to Gad is fun. Because you can learn about different worlds through experiences that come from many experiences.

"I love it! Nice smell! Suck, suck, suck!

And naturally, your sister is with you in the workshop.

I'm being shy when you have something in your hand that might be dangerous, but otherwise, you can't hug me and leave.

(Well, do you like my smell? That was my first ear)

As mentioned, I'm taking a break now, so sit on my lap and rub my face against my chest. Sorry.

At first Gad yelled at the toddler not to let him in because he was in danger, but allowing him to enter the workplace by rooting for Phee, who cries but never gives up.

(I don't care what you say, this grandfather, you're so sweet to see Fee.)

I'm sure you like kids. I'd be in trouble if I liked it in 'Gentleman Meaning' though.

The gad narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"Am I? Why did you become a blacksmith? Why would you want to know that?

"It's a simple interest. I started with either impure motive. I want to know why a full-fledged blacksmith made it his profession."

"... I'm a much worse motive than you."

Gad laughs bitterly.

"We were blacksmiths for generations. That's all. My dad pushed me to the hammer and I had a great time. So I just took over the family business as it was. I never thought about it for anyone."

"But I'm glad it's a gift."

"Well..."

Gad looked away and stroked his beard. A fluffy beard, like Santa Claus.

My Sister is nodding like she touched it. I'm sure it's similar to my mood when I want to pretend to be an animal.

Yeah. I mean, mine doesn't feel guilty either. It came out of the Red Heart. True. Trust me.

"Even with a sip with a blacksmith, I heard they each have their own specialty, which one is Gad?

"It's a weapon for once, but I'm not really in custody... If you had the skill to make what you need when you need it, that would be enough."

"... I think Radon would be angry if he heard that"

Abel put the penetration in. What an instant brew of tea this elf makes during the break. My mother said, "Abel is bound to tea."

"Who's Radon?

"... famous armorer dwarf"

"Why are you angry?

"... Complex"

That's the only reason why Abel asked me to lay it down.

Radon was born in the arms maker's house for generations.

He also loved hitting objects, and it was a sad wish to strike a beautiful and strong sword.

So naturally, since then, I have become a weapon-only craftsman.

But behind his hopes, Radon was only second-class, good and first-and-a-half as an arms maker. As he wishes, as a clan job, that is unconvincing and inadequate.

A request to create protective gear happened to come in as I was living my troubled and depressed days as a blacksmith. He didn't want to take it on because he named himself an arms maker, but he had no choice but to live. Undertook.

Then, an uninterrupted specialty was produced.

Apparently Radon's talent was in his protective gear.

Since then, requests have increased, but all they want is protective equipment.

As a radon claiming to be an arms maker, I don't want to be outraged. But the swords he strikes are all arrow-stricken and second-rate, and there is no demand for them.

Eventually Radon began to take on a reputation with celebrities under the heavens, but naturally, it is as a protective craftsman.

As an arms maker, he had no future, no demand, and in the end, the "strong and beautiful sword" that he had wanted and dreamed of since he was little could not be made.

And around here would be Dwarf's stubbornness. Radon's shop sign has been a 'weapons store' ever since.

It's a luxury story, that's what I think.

If the armor had talent, I think it would be a blessing. Because some people in the world won't even want to be blacksmiths.

"That's the difference between Dwarf and human sensibility around there. Say it with your senses, yeah. I guess it feels like being told to put up with another woman you don't even like because you can't dictate. I definitely don't like it if it wasn't for that woman. Why do I have to be tied to a woman I don't like? Can you see a little bit of dissatisfaction?

"Heh..."

If you applied it to me, would it be like dumping Fee and telling her to adore the other girls as her sister?

That is unacceptable. Even if that happens, I'll keep naming Fee's brother.

Or give up Abel's ear and compromise with Gad's ear, or something.... Sure, I don't like that.

"... in Radon's case, I sometimes say that my brother was excellent. Anyway, he was a craftsman who could do any kind of request, and he was competent as a parent to train backwards."

"Yeah, I have a guy named Radon, your brother?

"Sort of..."

Gad nodded instead of Abel.

My brother.

What if I had a better brother than myself?

If it's Lucica's mother's kid, I feel like we can get along. Now my sister Phee is better than me even if she tries one magic trick, but I don't feel the complex.

The question is, what if a masterpiece was born to the Bailefeld family? No, Ning Lo, you might be resented for not having a better being than me, so maybe you'd be more thankful to have a talent over there. It's hard to say that we're going out with brothers.

Whatever it is, if you're going out with Dwarf, you're going to have to be able to understand these differences in sensibilities, too.

"Don't think hard. Dwarves, if you give them booze, they'll solve the problem."

Gad laughed at me for breaking through my chest.

As you can imagine, the race in this case is probably a big drinker.

"But I don't really know the Dwarves themselves..."

This is totally solitary over here.

Tall, sluggish, excellent strength, sturdiness and dexterity, stubborn and liquor lover.

I have only that degree of knowledge. I don't even know what life expectancy is, for example.

"You care about the Dwarves? It's the same as the Elves, there are three kinds..."

"... Elves are elves. There's no point in separating."

When Gad tried to talk, Abel blocked him. Maybe this is you. When Shorcina said she was a high elf, she told me not to make a distinction.

I glanced at Gad and said, "What's this about? When I asked him, he answered with a bitter laugh.

"For example, Al. You can use magic. But your mother can't use magic. Think of this separately from another race, or don't think"

"No, I don't want to split it up. My mother is human."

"Right. However, there is a clear difference in ability between what can and does not use witchcraft. Even if you take one battle, your contribution is very different. Or the creation of the magic props you need to live. This is an important factor underpinning cultural civilization, but it cannot be created except with magic. I mean, it's just impossible for humans. In the case of the human race, it's only about magic or not, but Dwarves and elves are different. There are also clear differences in physical ability and life expectancy. You think this is the same thing?

I wonder about the treatment of "different species" with or without magic power, but I find it difficult to identify with boulders differently to their lifespan.

There must be a huge separation between the different senses of time.

"Master Abel doesn't think they deserve to be distinguished either. Elves are elves. but in general, well, the powerful are not called the superior species. Especially since the difference in power between the direct descendants of the Divine Ancestors and the rest is as big as an idiot."

Arch elves are like magical creatures in their very existence, so much so that some people clearly call them "those are flesh-received spirits". Built with mighty magic, the body nullifies all low-level attacks and slight wounds heal instantly.

On the other hand, other elves don't have instantaneous healing abilities, and it's impossible to disable an attack. I think the idea of a different species is certainly correct, because it is not done as magic, but as a creature. I don't know if Abel would like it.

"Let's get back to it. There were three types of dwarves. Dwarf alkay applicable to arch elves. This is already dead. Anyway, Dwarves have a lifespan. So our Takazu doesn't exist anymore. So, the rest are regular dwarves and superior species dwarf real. The difference between normal and real is the difference in magic holdings and physical ability. Then life expectancy. Since there is no difference in dexterity, it is not uncommon for a normal dwarf to be more famous than Real. Well, martial artefacts are stronger with magic, so there are still basically a lot of better celebrities in Real life."

"Yeah. So, which way is Gad?

"Come on. I don't remember anymore."

The old Dwarf grinned. Maybe you care about Abel for not affirming which one it is.

I feel Gad's thinking and perspectives are superior to his sense of balance. Do you want to distinguish it from an objective viewpoint or do you want to look down?

Even if it reminds me of the way I used to hear about humans and Dwarves dating, it seems so.

So I began to think that I wanted to teach you something other than blacksmiths. I don't have enough knowledge or common sense, and I don't have a fair view. I also need a teacher role in terms of morality. Gad thought he might get it.

Though I'm going to have to absorb it in the form of chatter because even the most straightforward mentors are going to say no.

Yeah, he's a good master. Thank you, Abel, for letting me get along.

Thinking that way.

"Meh! Ha, ha, ha! So!"

It was a break, but I left it, so my sister was crowned.

"I'm sorry, Phee. Look, why?"

"Chan! Phew, why not! More! - Oh, my God! Daisy!

As such, all of the rest time that followed was spent in the mood of My Angel.