Life with my Little Sister

July of the sacred history 1204.

Grade VIII exams begin.

It gets a little more difficult from here.

Even if one demonic item is taken, there will be an extraordinary increase in the number of types that can be handled from the eighth level, and the permission to use high-powered items will be lowered.

For example, if you take the example of a demon-led stove, a small household stove can be purchased and used by an unlicensed person, but if you do not have a large stove for business, you will not be allowed to use it.

That's all that's at stake when you say the output is huge.

Safe and secure use of those powerful magic tools requires a magical ability and knowledge of magic guidance that can be immediately handled in the event of trouble.

Grade eight is such a line.

That's as much of the category as the "Mage" and the world calls it.

Anyone who can get a Grade VII or higher will be a 'Mage'.

In other words, level eight is two-thirds of the reach point of a magician.

So the prescribed value for magic measurements is a lot higher than the ninth grade... Apparently.

"You have more magic than the prescribed value. Pass. Please proceed."

Fortunately, it didn't really matter to me.

My magic power doesn't extend far to the possessions of Fee and Abel, but they still far surpass the average person. In addition, it has not yet reached its growth limit. The test for measuring magic power would be cheap for the time being.

Written exams get more professional descriptions. I wouldn't take it if I hadn't studied it well, and even if a human being who doesn't know how to behave looked at the problem paper, the content would be puffy.

But this one's fine.

Abel has always done mock tests for me before exam day, but everything so far has been a lot harder than the real deal.

Practical skills are focused on precision and stability.

I continue to work out with sand dolls in my current progression, so there are no problems there.

I had no trouble with it because I could handle it in a no-time and unchanging manner.

As was said, Grade VIII only made Grade IX a little more difficult, but I feel strongly that it does become a narrower gate.

I think people will be sneering all the time.

So, compared to the previous grades, the exams' expressions are quite serious.

Some people want to engage in a profession with professional magic tools, so it's only natural to talk about it.

So, it's my story.

The main part of this outing is not the Grade VIII exam.

Of course, it's important to take the exam and pass, but the purpose of the day is to visit the Shorcina Chamber of Commerce.

What are you going to do?

Now that we have item number one of the consignment, we're going to ask you to look at it.

I guess I should really make some candidate products and then bring them in.

Otherwise, it would be wasted when it was not adopted.

But the journey in the meantime made me feel painful about the importance of having money. I have prepared prototype number one, thinking that the means of earning money should be gained early.

Bring this in today.

At the same time, I wanted to give my mother and Phee time to walk in the commercial district.

"Yes! Oh, my God! Ha, ha, ha! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Hey, hey, hey, hey! Gonna be gone, hey, hey, hey, hey!

My sister is crying because she was separated during the exam. In a way, as usual.

As a matter of course, I cried hard this time.

When he saw me, he shook off his mother's hand and ran off, and he dived into momentum.

And keep it up, it won't stay away from me forever.

"All right, all right. Phee, I'm sorry to make you miss me, okay?

"I can be a fool, I can be a fool! Meh. Ooh!

I know how you feel, but it's an exam, so I want you to be patient there. I'm a mess, too.

But there's a merciless word from my mother that I don't anticipate.

"Al, you can't make Fee sad too much, can you?

Exams, huh? What am I supposed to do?

Even my mother knows that, so she hasn't told me that before.

"Because it's an exam, you can't make your family feel lonely."

I got hugged along with that line.

My Sister is hugging me from the front, but my mother embraces me to envelop me from behind.

This is you. Mother, it's a return of interest.

I haven't been able to study exams for you lately, so I guess I'm stubborn. It wasn't "make my sister feel lonely, no", it was "make my family feel lonely, no".

My mother is quite lonely, too. Or maybe the area is inherited by Phee as well.

But whatever the circumstances, I can't move if I keep this up.

"I hope it's time you let me go..."

"Yah!

"Damn it!

I was rejected by a double.

I have no choice, let's rely on my master.

"Abel."

"... I don't know any other way to get rid of it with strength, but still good?

"I can't do that. Then hold Abel too."

I fucked up and ran about things that didn't make sense.

What am I going to do with creating human dough here?

Well, in the first place, Abel's not a hugging character.

Gyu.

Huh?

Tighten me from the side, this feeling of being poor and soft.

"Um... Dr. Abel, what...?

…… This is what Al demanded. "

"That's right, but come on..."

You really don't think he'll do it, do you?

Will this, if I demand an ear, respond to me?

"Meh! - I'm stuck. - Of, just Phew! It's just fu!

Since her sister was angry, the human dough plus one was dissolved.

"Big store...... Cyril doesn't have any stores up to this point."

I came before the Shorcina Chamber of Commerce.

My mother speaks frankly.

The branch of the Chamber of Commerce seems to be in Cyril as well, but it doesn't seem to be the size that outweighs the head office on boulders.

"This is noble! Welcome aboard! Come on, come on, come on, come on! Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead!

As soon as he entered the store, a male employee in a high-looking suit approached him with a rub.

(Ah. He's a human clerk who was blown away the other day when he came...)

What the hell happened to him?

I'm dealing with Abel with a smile like Ebisu's, but it also looks a little drawn.

Well, you must laugh affectionately. Compared to my business smile, it's sweet to make.

So, he smiled at me like that, even then Dr. Abel said.

"... I hope you don't shout too loud. I don't like to stand out"

I ruined the sesame seed because of it, but I don't think I care about the customer service attitude.

Then this time, the beautiful elf who blew up the male employee last time came close.

"Welcome, Takazu. Let me show you to the reception room."

Whether you heard Abel, or if it was Abalone breathing, he gives you a good guide without needlessly making a fuss.

"Shorcina is currently dealing with visitors, do you want to call?

"... good"

I don't know who the visitors are, but if Abel says, "Call me," you feel like throwing them out, those eyeglass elves.

And it's also important to say that I asked you properly whether to call or not, maybe.

Abel worship of the elves here is amazing.

If I were in her shoes, I'd still be uncomfortable.

(And yet I have to thank Abel for taking my feet so many times for me...)

The Shorcina Chamber of Commerce is on three floors, with reception rooms on the second and third floors.

The second floor is for many people. Or, for general use.

And the third floor is for guests.

Last time I was put through, it was on the third floor, and so was this time.

As we climbed up the stairs and approached the reception room, the door to the Chamber of Commerce office, visible in the back, opened.

Apparently, visitors to Shorcina were handled in the Chamber of Commerce Office.

I can hear a man I don't know and an elf woman I've heard during this time.

"I will definitely ask you again, Chairman of the Chamber of Commerce!

"No matter how many times you come, your response is the same. Pick it up."

Even though the door is open, I'm doing that kind of intercession.

The man's voice included anger and frustration, and Shorcina's voice is somewhere togey.

It was the two of us who came out of the room.

It's a little shadow with a grown-up guy with a tough look on his face.

(Are you a kid as tall as me...? Why are you here...?

I put myself on the shelf, and I thought so.

Men and children alike are good. Maybe he's a nobleman.

Well, isn't it any wonder if you're directly in the chamber of commerce?

"Same civilians as us Neh..., those guys"

But my mother said so in a casual tone.

When you're a civilian and you're a good person, is that like a luxury merchant?

No, before that.

"Mother, are those people civilians?

"Yeah, civilians. Otherwise, I think it's cosplay. - Oh, Mother, you like cosplay a lot? Oh, and Stefanus loves cosplay, too?

I heard some really bad information.

(If the "production process" of my existence burned in cosplay, or something like that, it would be suicide...)

How do you know you're a civilian?

I tried to ask my mother that, and my leg stopped.

I walked in from the other side, because I was surprised to see a good looking child.

The kid, I don't know which one it is.

Beautiful, that's for sure.

But which gender is it?

You look like a boy like a girl, and you look like a neutral girl.

I'm pretty sure it's a rough look.

"Sweet girl."

I can hear the brain-weather solitaire, but does Mother know the gender of this child?

(... oh. I had eyes)

The kid did see me when a good civilian passed by beside us.

If I could at least hear it in my voice, it would be judgment material.

(No, from what I've heard, it'll still be before the voice changes, and you won't be able to)

I shrugged so with my heart as I stared at my disappearing back.