Life with my Little Sister

"...... hmm. Correct."

Time to study.

Even today, I can stroke my head by an elf girl.

I feel like I've had more time to hang out with Abel lately.

I don't like being touched by others, this elf only touches me.

My mother, my best friend, is one of the few who can touch Abel.

On the other hand, am I a rare person to touch me from Abel?

"Honestly, I envy you..."

And my mother says.

"Honestly, I envy you..."

And Abu Nyimaid, too.

"Supi supi..."

My beloved sister is sleeping happily.

Mother is stroking her silver hair while holding her back.

Envy......

"... that's it for the classroom"

A teacher with fascinating ears announces a break.

Usually here, My Sister pops in like he's been played, but as mentioned, he's turned into a resident of the world of dreams. I'm not going to interfere with my sleep, so it's going to be a break without Fee.

"... Al"

Rarely can I call from Abel.

It's a precious sight because I and my mother usually talk.

"What's wrong, Abel?"

"... I need to talk to you for a minute. I want you to go out with me."

At the same time, Abel looks at her mother.

That seems to be enough intercourse for my best friends.

"I'm here, watching Phee, aren't I?

Mother groaned bitterly.

(... Did your gaze now mean 'I hope you don't mind'? You know very well, Mother)

Usually,

"Oh, that's good. I'll be with you."

But that's where it is. It's impossible, such as laughing bitterly and reluctantly at my mother's personality.

You two are best friends around here, aren't you?

"Wow, I'll accompany you to Altokiyun."

You get to work.

That's how Abel and I go outside.

The gardener just takes care of it, and the Marquis' garden is a little something.

The wonder that this place, which is usually a playground with Fee and a training ground for witchcraft, also looks to change the scenery when the purpose is different.

Abel is as faceless as usual, and I can't read my emotions.

Would my mother know? I envy the bond between the two.

"So, Abel, where are you going?

"... Workshop"

"Workshop? At this hour, there's no Gado, is there?

"... so I chose. Just me and Al. No one else."

Does that mean a secret story?

Maybe it is. Otherwise, you should allow your mother to accompany you.

Coming to the cold, dim workshop with Abel. As mentioned, there is no Gad.

The elf teacher immediately locked the light when it lit with magic, then blocked the entrance and exit in the junction.

"That's tough..."

…………

Closing up to the curtain, Abel took the 'Ice Devil's Sword' that was behind-the-scenes.

The Failure Demon Sword is supposed to be disposed of by Gad, but it still seems to have remained.

"... n"

When Abel can help, the attribute weapon in his tiny hand wraps clear crystals around him, like a fish that has obtained water.

Beautiful, I thought.

The ice that Abel creates is of good quality from a distance.

I can see that it's not just liberating the power of the Devil's Sword, it's proper for the icing system.

Besides, I guess the quality of magic itself is extremely good.

"... complicated."

Abel shrugged, as if to faintly laugh bitterly.

I guess "complicated" in this case is not meant to be difficult or messy, but "complicated" about how to give credit as a sword.

As Gad has praised, it would be the worst to do as a single blade. But the demon core is well through. A passage of magic that was initially passed by a single line, like a spine, but now leaves a large black column, while branching it across the metal like a capillary.

The streets of magic should have been much better than the demon sword I made at the beginning.

"... the blacksmith technique is a horn, and the use of magic is a big deal"

"Because the teacher is good."

"... already"

Now I laughed clearly and bitterly. It was a cute smile.

Abel's facial changes are more precious than gold, so I see them coming.

It would be my only privilege, a disciple, to be able to see him like this.

"... Al, can you make 'Snow Demon Sword'?

"Snow?"

I was a little surprised by the abrupt words.

There is still a phenomenon that says that you are not good at witchcraft and you can use fire, but you cannot use water.

Gad, for example, says he can't use wind magic at all.

So, it's complicated from here, but there's something called 'derivation'.

Create ice from water.

That's the derivation.

Anything that can use ice magic can also use water magic.

But just because you can use water magic doesn't mean you can use ice magic.

Whether or not Derivative Magic can be used is also appropriate.

Me and Abel have a proper derivation of ice.

But I never made snow.

If you consider magic in terms of combat or the convenience of everyday life, it is water and ice that is used, and you do not know how to use snow. Honestly, I never even thought about it.

(Unless you want to make it at an artificial ski resort)

Is there skiing in this world?

No, there will be. There must be.

Because skiing was originally supposed to be established as a means of mobility, not entertainment.

(Oh, but can you sell snobs? No, then nothing. Is Ali the one who ignores snow and sells it as a skateboard? Would Fee be happy if I made you a kickskater or something? Then we need to make a protector before that... But since it's a world with protective equipment, do you want to substitute it over there? Wait, wait, can you do something with magic if it's protective? No, that doesn't make it easy to use when I'm not around... But I don't think Phee will play away from me...)

When I was thinking about the extra thing, yeah, Abel peeked into my face.

"... difficult?

"Oh, no. I think I can make it. I was just wondering what the benefits would be."

"... can you make it?

"... maybe"

……

They grabbed my hand all the time.

Even from the kid's me. I think it's a tiny hand.

Uh-huh...

But an eye full of glitter expectations, even though it's faceless.

If you can, I'll take you to the amusement park, like a child told me.

My dear, dear sister is also a good eye for me.

"Hmm, why are we talking about the Snow Devil's Sword?

"... I want Al to see this"

What Abel took out were two beautiful little boxes.

It turns out that complex texts are not just designs, but magical techniques.

(Wow, this. I don't know who made it, and I don't know what it does, but I know it's an uninterrupted magic item)

When the owner of the enchanting ear looked around carefully, he opened one of them in front of me and showed it.

"Is this...!?"

There was something unexpected in there.