Life with my Little Sister

Part of the western distance has recently become a place for horticulture.

Part of the garden, I started growing plants.

This is one of the fine pharmacies.

Finally, they grow potion ingredients.

It is also important to try to handle the herbs that make up the material yourself.

That's what my teacher said.

There are two flower beds.

It's a tiny thing and a tinier flowerbed built to lean against it.

If you're relatively large, my jurisdiction. As mentioned, I grow herbs.

For the smaller one, there is a wooden plaque marked "Phew."

As the name suggests, it's your sister's flower garden.

My Angel's place of charge plants regular flowers, not medicinal herbs.

I chose a variety that was easier to grow and more durable than it looked. Make it a high-difficulty one, and if it dries up, it's pathetic.

My Sister said when I started making herbal fields, he said, "I'll do it, too!" and stretched out.

So they made me a little flower bed.

I don't know what kind of job this daughter will get in the future, but I want her to have all kinds of possibilities and many options.

If this kind of behavior helps, I wouldn't even say it to you.

Your sister's scoop is made by Gado. It is marked with flowers at one point.

Prepare the mansion. This one has no flavor or temperament.

Fee mostly takes care of this flowerbed on her own.

Well, after I sow the seeds, I only have enough to water them or pull through the weeds, though.

"Phew, I like to shake! I like it!

My Angel seems to like watering just fine.

She looks so adorable looking after the flowerbed with a smile and singing her nose song.

Exactly, angel!

"Akiko!

It also feels good not to throw it out. She's a good girl, my sister.

Plus, I'm glad you sprouted from the seeds you planted.

Yeah.

I know how that feels, too.

I've bought cactus in my Japanese days, but I've been captivated by the way I love it, watered it every day, and let it rot.

By the way, a cute scoop made by a legendary masterpiece has other uses than horticulture.

No, it's nothing. Some kind of tribal or military martial arts. You're not gonna fight with Scop as a weapon, are you? Made by Gado, though it is sturdy enough to take the blow of a great sword.

The use of Scoop is to play with sand.

Really childish, let's cloud it with just about anything.

In fact, part of the garden has been converted into a sandbox.

Abel did this for me.

The place is also well thought out and care is taken not to allow sand to enter the mansion or contaminate the laundry even when the wind blows. Though I will walk a little for that matter.

Me and Fee are playing there making sand mountains and making mud dumplings.

By the way, I haven't yet taught my sister the iron plate story of toddler play: Deception.

I feel so uptight that I weigh myself down.

This is the same reason why I haven't taught my kiss-loving Phyllia to kiss her lips around here.

If you say you didn't teach, make it the strongest and forbidden word.

- I love you.

I haven't told you this either.

I think I'm going to abuse it. I don't have a choice.

"Yay, yay! Phew, I'm going to make it!

"Ooh! Do it!"

Fee loves to build mountains and castles out of sand. I also love opening tunnels.

"Yikes! Huh! Tony, I bumped into you! Phew, I'm happy! - I love it! Daisy!

My sister rejoices in the sandy mountains built beside Sandcastle.

You do feel kind of fun when you open the tunnel and your fingers flutter, don't you?

But as a child, even if it's shaky, it's a mage's egg there.

Obviously some parts are different from the average child.

"Yes! Heh, I'm gonna make it! Kikurisan Making!

All of a sudden, the sand in front of the castle gate rises, and a tiny object in the shape of a man is born.

At the top of the sand mountain, the figure of a dwarf with an axe.

It is Phee's earthly sorcery.

The modeling itself is rattling like clay craftsmanship made by a child, but because it has a proper spear and axe, it is impressive to see the role at a glance to match the location.

The two gatekeepers and one wood dust appeared at the same time.

Do this one hassle at a time, so it looks like Fee can at least use more magic than Mitsuzu at the same time.

"Yes! Build it?

"Hmm? Yeah, I got it."

Build a single tree beside the wood dust.

This was created not with earthly sorcery, but with magic that remained raw.

It's easier for me to build dirt walls, horns, and a little something like this, and do it right with root magic.

"Really, magic is convenient. But, Al, don't you build castles and mountains by magic?

A mother watching my child beside the sandbox raises questions.

Mothers when playing outdoors often sit on tiny chairs that they can carry, but this was also made for them by a carpenter under the heavens.

(CHUCKLES! No, Mother)

You don't seem to realize the implicit understanding between me and Fee.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha, I'm going to make it with you!

My Angel is responding that way to her mother, but my mother is tilting her little neck.

Yeah. Well, that wouldn't make sense in this answer.

When I say the answer, it ends in an instant when I use magic.

Fee wants to play with me in the sandbox, not end up daddy with magic.

So whatever you do, do it as hard as you can, by hand, and then enough to use buckets and scoops.

On the other hand, you can't make it without using witchcraft if you're a 'man with an axe' or a 'leaf hey bush tree'. If it is clay, it is impossible to make them with horns and sand. But I miss being without people.

So only that part is made up for by witchcraft.

I didn't discuss the rules, but I understand them properly in my sister's chest.

I'm still your brother!

"Yay, yay! Tonneru, you're going to stick around!

"Ooh."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

I was digging from face-to-face earlier at the same time, but this doesn't mean that either.

I want to scrape sand together from the same direction, meaning.

"Hehe... He said he did! Come on!"

Sister who comes beside me and snuggles her body perfectly.

Pushing his shoulders together, he leaks his voice happily.

When I look at you, not Sandy Mountain,

"Yikes! He looked at me, Phew! Huh? Mixed! Sookie! Sookie! Sukiyasu!

I'm trembling in a good mood, and the sand mountain collapsed in that shock.

Even the day the sandbox was first built, it collapsed like this.

My Angel cried.

"Huh! Good for, good for, good for, good for, good for, good for, good for, good for! I'm sorry. Awwwwwwwwwww!

I guess the destruction of the sand mountain that you and I made was an interminable guilt for this girl. I struggled to forgive you.

"Phee, sand is something that collapses or collapses. Think we can make it together again. That way you can enjoy it as many times as you want."

Many times, she liked the words, and since then, even if the sand shapes have broken down, it has become okay.

Of course, I still do.

"Yes! Booty, do you want to?

Leaning his neck, he suggests that to me.

On the day my first sand mountain collapsed, I suggested I keep playing with it, and then stick knockouts (aka landslides) are my Sister's favorite.

"Okay, okay. It's a fight, Fee!

"If there's a fu, I'll have it done!

"What if I win?

"I'll kick your ass!

Um, this.

For that reason, even today, my sister challenged the sandbox with vigour.