Life with my Little Sister

"Master Abel, welcome aboard."

The look on Shorcina's face that showed up in the reception room is bright.

The voice feels light too, and that's the difference between cloud mud and what I just heard.

"Ugh. Is it nice to be attentive, Henriette?

"Hehe. Thank you, Mr. Lucica is lovely, too. I have good taste in hair decorations."

On the other hand, Mr. Vice Chairman and Mother are in a mood. Will it fit with any wavelengths?

Soft sofa seating order is high elves on the front. Abel and Mom on my left and right. Your sister is in formation on this brother's lap, as a natural right.

"I thought you had an Alto invention today."

"Yeah, this is it. I hope you're not wearing existing products."

As I have said before, patents exist in this country.

I can't acquire it personally, and there's no reason I can do mass production or other management, so I'm asking the Chamber of Commerce to buy my rights.

What I brought you was a cooking tool.

If you hit it well, you should be able to expect to continue purchasing it...

"Is this...?

"I call it Peeler. To put it bluntly, it's vegetable peeling."

"Isn't that enough with a knife?

"Well, try it"

Mm-hmm.

Was it a failure to be an uninteresting sellout at a glance?

If you're not someone who's tried all this, you don't know how convenient it is.

To see how the two reacted, the analogue does not appear to exist. I was lucky on that point. Well, it's the result of research in the commercial district. You won't be all lucky.

By the way, Gad did the work on the peeler. Machining of blades. The woodworking of the patterned part is still in my hands. I haven't had a choice since I started my blacksmith training.

"I don't know what this is about creating kitchen supplies... When some cock asked me to make a knife before, I kidded him back..."

He followed my instructions even though he said so. It's sweet, that Dwarf master.

He even makes my training supplies. I can't get my head up.

"Shorcina, did you bring the potatoes?

The vice chairman himself went out of his way to bring me vegetables to try out. I didn't know you were going to pick it up from yourself, even though no one was going to instruct you, and you could order others. Mr. Henriette, Ozabe.

"Yes, yes! Phew! Phew will do it! - Try it? Huh, good luck!

My sister appeals to me as I jump.

I remember seeing a similar sight in the world I was in.

Why does the existence of a child want to use so many peelers?

(I mean, it's Phee. If you do it to someone from the Chamber of Commerce, it won't tell you how great it is.)

Well, since it cannot be said that it is relatively safe for children to use it, it is not to say that it is completely useless.

"Hehe. Well, yes, Phee. Good luck getting your brother to praise you, huh? Then, be very careful."

Yet, the vice chairman who gives me the potatoes.... a good man.

"Phew, do it! - I love it!

Potatoes on your right hand. Peeler on left hand. My sister who holds her hands up in heaven and poses.

By the way, Fee and Abel are left-handed, and me and my mother are right-handed. He's mostly right-handed in this world, and left-handed is rare.

"Shit......! Mm-hmm...!

Oh, you're working so hard.

I taught him how to use it unharmed when he made a peeler in the workshop, but Myangel is protecting it.

"Fee, come on!

"Yes! Phew, hang in there!

Right. The skin has to peel.

"Heh... It's an easy strip, isn't it? Besides, it's good that it's easy for kids to use. Some young children are apprentices in the cooking area, and if it's a dining room or something, the children in the house will help."

Mr Henriette is calmly analyzing it.

Boulders are professionals. It's not like me just being seen as the bravery of a loving sister.

"The problem would be an appeal to the inexperienced. As I said first, knives tend to seem adequate. If you can't clear it, it will be convenient and safe, and you won't sell it."

Does Chairman Shorcina see it from a selling point of view?

Then her mother opened her mouth, smiling at her beloved daughter's cancer.

"My child would definitely like to do something like this, so I think I should let him experience it somewhere. It may also be effective to keep them together in the tasting corner or take them in for some of the events and festivals"

Mother, thank you for the backup fire. I will dedicate a romantic novel to my sold life.

"Yes! Done! Praise me!

"Ooh, boulders are fie! It's great. Look, why?"

"Honey, hey, more praise! More! Sucky! Sucky!

Embrace your sister jumping into me with a full smile.

In the meantime, the High Elves are trying Peeler.

"Cheng Cheng, this is convenient. I can see the usefulness even more when I use it. And I was wondering if it seemed easy to produce. Perhaps the blade and handle parts can be ordered separately."

"Ugh... Depending on how you sell it, it might turn into a must-have cookware."

Good, you're responding well.

I knew if you tried it, you'd know how good it is. It's really convenient, Peeler.

I wasn't good at sales, and I know how hard it is, so I want you to do your best.

Shorcina and Mr Henriette exchanged words afterwards and drew conclusions.

"This new cookware right will be bought by our Chamber of Commerce"

"Oh, good. Thank you."

"Oh, wow! - I love it! Huh? Huh?

"Good for you, Al"

My mother and sister are blessing me. Abel nodded silently, too.

So, it's a contract.

It is the first time, and whether it can be sold is said to be opaque, so I was told that I could not give that amount.

but what I actually got was a lot of money. You seem to have distracted me.

Patent payments are divided into two parts.

One is the sale of the patent I just got. It may be called an idea fee.

And the other is the royalty.

10 years and for a limited period, but a few percent of the sales will continue to be paid.

They say this is an arrangement to avoid trouble when seemingly unpleasant products are sold.

He said it was just the sale money.

"That's when they wanted to buy it cheap"

"What are you talking about? I didn't even know if it would sell, so I said I couldn't buy it at a high price."

They say things like that happen.

Of course, it didn't sell at all, and all I got was virtually, the sale money, which seems like something.

My peelers will be selling thin profits, so I really want them to spread out. I wish I could make money forever......

Since the business talks are over, they are supposed to be dissolved.

As a matter of course, both Shorcina and Mr. Henriette are very busy people. I'm stuck at work, so I don't have time to play.

But you two stay sitting on the couch in the reception room.

"If you seem to have plenty of time, please take it a little slower. Shorcina will be delighted to spend time with Takazu."

"Become!? Henriette!

Next to her glasses daughter upset, Abel turns her inorganic eyes to this one. I don't put it in the words, "What do you want me to do?" It was obvious.

"Heh heh. Abel, give him a break. Pretty junior, isn't she?

My mother smiles. This guy is lonely, too. Maybe that's what I said.

"... n"

The master of witchcraft snorts. What she says about her mother seems to weigh quite a bit, and often becomes an ingredient in the decision of will.

"Oh, thank you......!

The face of the Shorcina Chamber of Commerce shined bright. Looks really happy.

"Takazu is the savior of our elves, who was involved in all of the 'war roles'. Shorcina is a personal fan of Takazu, even though she was born noble."

"Hey...... Huh! Henriette!"

My glasses daughter is turning her face bright red.

Apparently, she doesn't admire Abel simply because she's an elf in the beginning.

(Er... The Great Battle is definitely about three battles involving the Great Collapse, where all of humanity is in danger of annihilation... wasn't it?

The first time is "Jihad of Nirva". The second time is "Fantasy Realm Crusade". And for the third time, "The Seal War".

None of this is history, but a mythological event, in the human race that lives in the present.

"... I didn't get involved, I just got involved. If it was involved in the first place, it should be said that almost all living organisms at the time were involved and affected. I'm not the only elf who's gone to battle."

Abel says it doesn't even seem funny. In fact, I guess it's not even a very interesting memory.

Made from divine ancestors, there are only eight arch elves.

Abel, who did not become the original ancestor of the race, seems to be known to the public or some scholar questioning the reality even if he knew it existed, and the beginning elves being seared by the population are considered seven, with the exception of my master.

Most of those seven are apparently dead in one of the Great Battles.

The temperature difference between Abel and Shorcina would be the difference between a 'party to the war' or a 'listener to hero Tan'.

"Well, but good for you. Shorcina smiles."

Mr. Henriette says with a soft smile.

Speaking of which, she must have had visitors before we got here.

There was a lizard in the voice I heard then, and it must have been an unpleasant event.

"Speaking of which, Mother, how did you know the customer was a civilian?

I totally forgot to ask because of the cosplay, but that was also a concern.

"I can see that. 'Cause the clothes he was wearing, they belonged to the Civilian Society."

"Exactly. That's a representative of the Civilian Society."

Back to his grumpy face, the Chairman of Commerce answered. Apparently, you reminded me of something I didn't like. I'm sorry.

"Civilians will…? What do you mean?"

As knowledge, I know its existence.

And, I mean, it was in the Earth world, that kind of organization.

And if it's as knowledge suggests, then maybe that civilian association belongs to someone.

"Yeah, that's a protection officer."