Life with my Little Sister

Finally, your sister's birthday is approaching.

It's supposed to be five years old to celebrate this world in a grand way, but what do you know?

I want this girl to be happy.

So I also ordered the cake.

Cakes in this world, naturally, are higher than those in my hometown and Japan.

It's once a year, and I don't mind that, but it would be important to note that the sense of money is still a little uneven. I really think of it as high and cheap by the standards there.

What surprised me is that there are cakes but no pudding exists?

Fee and Abel think they'll definitely like the pudding.

So if I wanted to feed you, it wouldn't exist brilliantly of things.

To say that pudding does not exist naturally, there is no tea bowl steaming either.

No, although I'm probably the one who's disappointed that there's no tea bowl steaming. You can't be discouraged by something you don't know.

(You just have to make it without it!

I don't make pudding on boulders for this birthday, but I'll try to behave fully when the food is banned sooner or later.

At that time, let's assume that Plan A is activated at the same time….

I'm sure, if it's a little bit or so, it'll let you touch your ears...

In this way, I have a new goal of creating pudding.

The cake, the birthday eyeball, was ordered on the day Mr. Henriette arrived.

At first, he tried to bring me the price by saying, "It's a birthday present from me," but he said no with clarity.

This makes sense because it's my money.

I know you have an opinion that it would be the same if I put it in my belly, and I feel like I would be cramped with answers if they disputed that I should keep the money for the future at all, but I wanted to pay for the cake for that kid myself.

Maybe it's behavior that doesn't leave the realm of self-satisfaction.

"Hehe, Al is a boy, isn't he?"

Mr. Henriette didn't seem to be offended by being disturbed by his care - no, Ning Ro, for some reason he seemed in a good mood, fingered my cheek.

After that day, I had a strange connection with the vice president of the Great Chamber of Commerce.

There's one thing she recognizes and one thing she doesn't.

"What Not" is the rod she came to collect.

Um, the cane I used in the ice hole.

That was a prototype developed by the Chamber of Commerce.

Even though it is a prototype, it is an improved version of the product that was before, so it seems that the occurrence of defects associated with the prototype was of a kind that you don't have to worry about.

The effect is simple and clear. It is an amplifier that makes it easier to pass through magic and has some enhancement effects.

It seemed to be a product for magicians who lacked magic rather than magicians.

I also handle that Chamber of Commerce, weapons and combat items.

However, they don't sell the Devil's Sword or the Vicious Demonic Prop or the "Better Not Give It to a Human Being," and keep it when they get it.

I don't know when it will be directed at the Elves themselves. It would be a natural precaution.

The Demon Sword, which was possessed by Lizard warriors and Lünelöp mages in the Battle of the Ice Plains, has also been recovered by the Chamber of Commerce.

By the way, Abel's rating using rods.

"...... hmm. Not good."

Like that, from our master, it is underrated, but it was very helpful to me.

When I tell you that I'm going to cast magic on you, it's because I understand the structure.

So far my demon sword has focused purely on making the streets of magic better.

From now on, however, we may be able to mount a Magic Booster effect there.

And 'Another Connection' is what Mr. Henriette suggested.

"I'll teach you magic, Al."

I was surprised to hear the words.

I've heard from Abel before that this man is skillful at handling magic.

It's not what normal people call 'skillful'. By Abel standards, it's "clever."

How awesome that is.

"But I, if it's magic, Abel's teaching me, right?

"Yes. Stepping into Takazu's realm is a terrible thing, and you can call it futile. So what I can teach Al is a range of magic that Takazu will not use. I mean, it's auxiliary."

"Auxiliary, is it"

"Yes, auxiliary. But it's handy, isn't it?

The high elf mage, who only looked like a young girl, closed one eye with a smile.

And in our window, a single bird came.

It's a clear watery bird.

Turn it into Mr. Henriette's squire, it's a spirit bird.

He says his name is Ishke, but everyone at the Chamber of Commerce calls him Easy.

It's about the size of a stigma, and the gender is female.

When I opened the window, Yi came right in and got on my shoulder.

He said he was spoiled at the Chamber of Commerce because he looked cute, and he grew up with a personable personality.

"Coo, coo"

E-chan thinks she can stroke me, and she rubs her head off.

Yeah, the little birds are cute, too. I'll give you a stroke, as you asked.

"Coo......"

Uh-huh. Looks happy.

E-chan brackets a tiny cylinder around her body.

It seems your main job is to carry a letter or something here.

In the cylinder, a letter from her husband.

'How is your birthday progressing?

Simply, that's what it says.

"It's Pumpkin '."

That's what I write back.

This is the auxiliary "obedience magic" I'm teaching Mr. Henriette.

In other words, training as an obedient demon.

He said that when the spiritual birds are handled cleverly, they may be able to become Tamers.

Sure, it might be useful if I could use an obedient demon.

So I started something like a line of correspondence with Mr. Henriette.

I'll do you a favor from me, not just a simple letter pickup.

Ordinary submissive demons only listen to the Lord's commands, but Echan doesn't seem to either.

Must have the qualities of an obedient demon.

That Mr. Henriette's permission is out.

And what E-chan likes about it.

When this condition is met, he'll ask me for a little favor.

It's simple to ask for a favor from me, and I want you to go back through South Avenue today, or pick up the dongle.

The Lord Henriette said he knew if my favor had been fulfilled in the fold where Easy returned.

The results, it seems, are still there.

Well, this is with the other workouts, too.

Take a few years and relax.

What's pressing me now is to prepare for my beloved sister.

"Ahhh! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!

My Angel, holding the ball with both hands, smiles and rushes over here.

I've said many times that running is dangerous even though my hands are blocked......

"No! Ki, fu, fu, don't panic!

My Sister sticks a little bit smaller rubber chunk out at me than a volleyball.

Naturally, this girl doesn't know I'm getting ready for my birthday.

Even today, he seems to think of it as a common everyday comma.

No, well, I'm trying not to find out, so I'm in trouble if I don't.

"Okay, well, let's play!

Of course I do.

Busy getting ready, if you say no, it's the end of the line.

"Yay, yay, yay! Phew, phew, you can have it!

My sister is thrilled to jump a little bit.

Playing ball with Fee doesn't make it difficult.

Just let the opponent get the ball, like a catch ball.

In the case of me and Fee, it's dangerous to throw them directly, so they're bound to let them one-bounce and give them to their opponents.

The way your sister throws the ball diligently and catches the ball diligently is exactly angel!

Just watching makes your cheeks flaccid.

... Catchball at a place is so simple, why is it fun? It's really weird.

"Ahhh!

Fee throws the ball as he calls on me.

Bouncing with Po Bing.

"Come on, Fee"

Throw it back.

The ball fits in the tiny palm.

"Hehe...... heh! Hehe hehe! Yes! I'm glad you did! Oh, my God!

A full smile.

I feel like the fathers of the world can work hard for my child.

That's how I played with the ball that day until Fee got tired and slept.

But I can't sleep.

Your sister's birthday is just around the corner.