Life with my Little Sister

Episode XXXIV: The Attic of Detection Magic and Admiration

"... poison brought in"

As I put Fee on her knees and read her picture books, my dear master, Lord Abel, said such a thing.

"Did you get caught in the juncture?

"... n"

Nod quietly at my question.

Abel, also a great magician, is also a good detective magician. In this case, it might be better to call it detection.

What she's using now is not the 'Actively Find Something Here' type, but the 'I Can Sense the Operator When What I Designate Enters the Position' type, the kind of installation-type special sorcery that synthesizes junctional and appraisal sorcery, which seems to be the original spelling created by Abel himself.

Naturally, the designation is poison. The range of the position is this entire mansion.

It engraves demonic squares in the remote east, west, north and south to cover the mansion itself.

Needless to say, this is what Abel is doing to protect our parents and children from poisoning.

Actually, this magic takes a lot of work.

The same applies to the creation of multi-layered and complex demonic squares, but there is a constraint that only the poisons that react are those registered by the operator, Abel. That was both a weakness and a busy task.

In other words, my teacher registers one poison at a time that I can know about.

If it wasn't also a place to live for a long time, I wouldn't normally do this.

However, there are some things that are easier. Once activated, you can always benefit from it later, and sometimes there will be no work other than re-injecting magic into the Demon Square.

And this time, I hear the poison reaction came out of the mansion. It can't be poisoned all of a sudden, so naturally, it would bring it in.

If it's our family's assassination, there are two possibilities.

Did you bring what you applied to the dark vessel, or did you bring venom to mix with meals, etc.?

It's just...

"Is it Wednesday?

"... n"

Me and Abel have some idea of the people who bring supplies to The West Away. This is also to protect your mother and Fee.

The ingredients and clothes and articles are basically delivered to the main building and then lowered to our house.

Bringing it is the lower with the main house, with different duty depending on the day of the week.

By the way, Mother Mother's romance novel is exceptional, and sometimes she seems to bring herself that Father wants to give it straight to the woman she loves.

Apparently, the ambiguity is that my father doesn't necessarily bring it because I've never actually seen the scene.

It's just that my mother and Abel say that, so I guess it's not a lie.

Hi, Mr. Stefanus said that Mrs. Aufsta personally, not the Bailefeld family, told me not to "see my concubine's child," and that I was disciplined to do so.

I'm sure he has a situation, and he's not willing to say, "Come see me if you can," etc. However, I'm not just going to allow Phee's father's face on my body because of this.

Return to the story.

The Wednesday man in charge of the inferior carrying supplies to our house is a human man called Hus.

I remember some of the ingredients he used to carry away were rotten enough to tell at first glance.

The cook is a man of craftsmanship called Henk, but Huss told him,

"Bring me something like this! I guess I should throw it away at the time of inspection!

And there were things that were yelling at me. That, too, more than once.

I mean, he's not punishable at all, he's not bad.

On the other hand, I have a lot of faith in this Henk guy.

Because he's stubborn and unfriendly, but therefore loyal to his job.

This kind of person bites fine that even the person in front of him has a mistake.

So he pushed the concubine and her child in charge of the cooking area as well as the left transition.

As far as he's concerned, I know he doesn't mean it, but even if he doesn't mean it, he won't get out of hand. That's what Henk was like.

People like him wouldn't do anything to serve a meal if they asked for it.

Of course we shouldn't blind and be chronic about Henk's character, but as long as he's in charge of the cooking area, it's true that our threat drops.

So, talk about poison.

I don't think this was brought in for us parents and kids.

Anyway, it's Wednesday. It's Hus' day.

I'm wondering if he did something again. but you can't fail to confirm.

"Let's go check it out"

"... n"

Me and Abel decided to go check it out.

"Phew, I'm coming! Go, go, go!

When I put my sister down on the floor and stood up, she quickly hugged me.

Perhaps there is no danger, just in case. I would like Fee to stay if I could......

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! I can be, of freaks!

My Sister's vocabulary is growing...... Is it via Mother?

"Right...... We can't help it if we're all in one place..."

Lifting her hugging sister as she was, her desperate shape turned to a smile.

"Eh heh heh heh heh! Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha!

My Angel pressing my cheeks indifferently. Soft and pleasant.

I guess Abel doesn't say it's especially better to stay either because she thinks it's less threatening.

(If you really consider it a crisis situation in the first place, you wouldn't even approve of my company)

For that reason, hold Fee and start moving.

I keep my sister in my arms because she refused me when I tried to get her down. Apparently, he wants to stay hugged by me. I love boulders.

The western detachment consists of two floors plus an attic, and our parents' and children's bedrooms are upstairs.

My teacher, Abel, lives in the attic.

That's good, the attic. I find the secret base strangely attractive.

Me and Fee should be assigned private rooms in the future, but I live in the same room because I say I'm still young and my mother misses me.

Speaking of which, a while ago, we had this exchange.

"Hey, Abel. If I can get a private room, trade it for an attic."

"... no. The attic is my sanctuary."

"Can't you really?

"... really, no"

I don't even have a bite. As the word goes, the attic seemed like her favorite.

But you look at me, Master.

"... if you're going to live with Al, I don't mind"

"That's a fascinating suggestion. If my mother told me the same thing, I'd be ecstatic."

"... Lucica is a good daughter, but the downside of the noise"

Because of the tension, my mother.

It's my discretionary image, but the attic should be a quiet space. That's why I can understand Abel's blur.

"Meh! I'm with Phew! I can be, no! Whoa, whoa, whoa! Always!"

"Fee doesn't like a room for one?

"Phew, he said he did! Pussy!"

At that time, like now, this is how I stuck Fee to you.

As soon as we went down the stairs, we heard yelling.

"Stupid bastard! This is a poisonous mushroom!

"So, but he bought it from a merchant, and that's what I got around there. Bye."

It was the voice of Henk and Fuss. Is it from the kitchen?

But this conversation alone gives me an approximate understanding of what happened.

The Bailefelds buy goods from merchants in and out of the country, but they also regularly send people to commercial districts.

This is done to know the price of the goods in the market immediately at that time, but also to obtain excavations and specials.

Apparently Fuss has been purchasing suspicious mushrooms on the market.

"I bought it because the assortment of mushrooms was at a special price. It's mixed up to the high one, but it was cheap, wasn't it? You don't have a hand in not buying."

"Mixing poisonous mushrooms doesn't make sense! By the way, the" tall one "in front of you is that poisonous mushroom."

"How can a cook tell mushrooms? I believe in merchants."

"Well, then you eat this guy. So I'm gonna do whatever it takes, dugout or whatever?

"Gu......!

Glancing into the kitchen, the fuss stands at will and you can also see the luggage car behind you.

Monkeys with mushrooms in Henk's hands.

I guess that's the poison mushroom in question.

"... Abel. The poison reaction, I knew it..."

"...... hmm. That. I'm not sensing anything else."

Is it still a fuss failure?

Well, it's probably a better situation than being actively poisoned, or something.

Speaking in a whisper, I had a fuss and an eye.

He had a negative gaze on me.