Life with my Little Sister

"Kuchi-kun!

On the second floor off the west, a lovely sneeze sounds.

The source is My Mother.

The current condition is a cold.

If I were to put a sound effect on it, I would whisper, duh, duh.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Well, you seem to have enough room to talk, so you can rest assured there.

Right now, my mother is upstairs in the guest room. This is the room where we celebrated Phee's birthday.

I don't normally use it here, so my mother designated it as her own hospital room.

"Al, can't you get close to your current mother ~? Because I'm going to lie. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I can't believe I can't get close to my beloved son."

I mean, it seems to be a relocation that cares about me and Fee.

Well, sure, I can't risk a raven or a horn or a mysister. Emotionally, I'd like to see you.

"It's okay, Alt-ki-yun! I leave the care of my mother-in-law to this Mia sister -!

Yeah. What's "mother-in-law"?

I appreciate you taking care of me again, but I don't want you to catch a cold and talk about yourself.

"Ha... I want to hug Al. I want to see you, Phee. I want to cheek on Abel ~ …!"

It's a routine, that.

I have a feeling that Abel has also given up resistance lately.

I have vain eyes, and I often see them being done but left behind.

Kuchi-kun, kuchi-kun, zu-kun ~.

Such noises continue to sound from the rooms that have become the hospital rooms.

"Ha, ha. Ooh, what's so annoying?

My sister, who was peeking indoors through the hallway with me, pulls her sleeve when she cripples.

Our angel is full of energy and sturdy body.

Fortunately, I've never caught a cold before.

I fell asleep once when I was three.

I recovered from taking Abel's fried medicine.

The Crane Putt family, an abandoned route, doesn't have any medication.

... No, so is the house of ordinary people.

It is common sense on Earth to say that there is constant medication. Maybe we should be careful around there.

I stroke your sister's head.

"I'm glad Fee's healthy."

"Phew, whenever you say you have! But, hey, hey, hey! Phew, but I like it! Pussy!"

Do you know what vitality means?

Well, you're holding me innocently, so I guess I understand it by instinct.

"Look, Fee. What are you doing?"

"Hehe...... heh! Huh, I rubbed it! Oh, my God! So!"

Dr. Abel came from across the hallway as he held up the mysistery he had been clinging to and stroked his head.

I have a vial in my hand.

"... Al, is Lucica inside?

"Yeah.... you know, Abel. That's what it's all about, right?

"...... hmm. Medicine Al made when he caught a cold"

The effect of Abel's potion is amazing.

I remember my illness healing in no time.

But that doesn't taste good.

Very unsavory.

I think maybe I'll cry if I let Fee drink it.

Is your mother okay? Seeing how it goes with that in mind......

"Hih, hih...! Abel, that's, like, no way ~... ugh!

I was normally frightened.

Looking like that, I guess I've had some drinking experience.

"...... hmm. Colds can only be cured early. You mustn't ramble."

The opposite is true.

Don't tell your mother that Abel is snooping around.

"Ah, Al! Tap my mom!

"... Al. Hold down Lucica. Give me a hand."

Yeah.

You don't have to explain to me which way I'm going to join you.

"Hehe hehe...! Awwwww. I'm gonna make sure you're ready, yeah?

"...... hmm. Stop wasting your resistance. It's not for Lucica."

"Yes, no, ahhh! Take-!

It's no use making a scene!

I approached my mother with my hands behind my back.

"Phew! Phew, that's right! Phew, oka-san! Phew, I want to go! Phew, but I like it!

"Hmm? Right. Fee's sweet. But if you catch a cold, you'll have trouble holding your mother down in the direction of none."

Colds may not make much sense because they have air infections, but they also have splash and contact infections, so it wouldn't be in total waste to keep them away.

"Get out of the room because it's dangerous," but I'm sure you'll cry unconvinced.

"Well, Phew, I'm stuck in! I'll give it to you!

Sooner or later, my sister pulls on my back like a koala. Is this still good?

But, princess. Don't fall down, will you?

"Hehe...! - It's warm... Fee's place is pounding......!

"Fee's warm, too, huh?

And then, soft.

Speaking of soft, my mother's nice buddy, who is currently being admirably seized, is also very soft.

I'm holding it from the front, so it's shaped like a hug.

"Al, you can't...! I have a husband...! Kuchi!"

They gave up the earliest resistance and decided to run to the story.

Well, you know it's a therapeutic act, and if you've ever taken that fucking unsavory pill, you know it's an effect surface.

"...... hmm. Lucica, drink."

"Yes. Uh."

Open your mouth like a young sweetheart and urge.

Abel relentlessly pours good venom into her body there.

Well, it still smells amazing. My eyes and nose tingle.

If they were drunk by accident like this, it would be a reverse straight line.

"Ugh...! Grr...... ugh!

My mother gives me an awesome voice.

I've never heard that before, such a terrible groan.

But, well, I know how it hurts. Yeah.

"... drink well. I'm not allowed to put it back."

Mighty char hanging from blocking my best friend's mouth.

My mother's body, which I held down, is cramped with bicumbicum.

Even the mia of the swallowing things you see on the side are making that face catch on.

If our mother's face is purple, then so be it.

If someone who doesn't know anything sees this sight, shouldn't they mistake it for a poisoning scene?

Eventually, her mother's complexion returned to that of a human, drinking white water and howling.

"Uh-oh! I didn't want to take that pill... My mouth still tingles..."

"... curing a cold is a prerequisite. Drink this too."

That said, it was not the medicine that Abel gave him, but a type of sweet dew extracted from a sweet plant like Amazura.

They use 'fine, precious' plants by Abel standards, and I can't help but wonder if my best friend is important because I'm feeding them to my mother at all costs.

"Mm-hmm! I like this! Sweet ~ ~ Yikes!

A smiling flower blooms all at once at my mother, who was tannic until earlier. And I don't even cough already.

The cold seems to have healed instantly.

That's a really great effect, that poison. No, it's not poison.

So the situation afterwards.

With my recovered mother in my arms, My Angel is asleep with My Mother.

Mia, who sat down and tried to skip, was found by other servants, and was drawn away and went.

So now it's virtually just me and the teacher.

"Thank you, Abel"

……

"That medicine. Isn't it precious?

"... what I wanted to do. Al doesn't have to thank you."

Don't insult yourself with a cold, it could be a nasty disease similar to a cold.

That's what I thought, so I guess Abel got me that potion.

In this world, they say a lot of people die from just a cold.

I guess worrying is natural in a way.

"Was it Satsushi? That raw material."

"… this time it is a sacrificial grass. It falls in rank over the sacrificial grass. But it works properly."

"Either way, isn't it precious? Plants with a history of illusion, both."

I mean, it's already a herb that doesn't exist in the world.

"... In the garden of the trees, I used to share stocks. If you're successful in procreation, it's probably there, too."

Doesn't matter what people don't have in the world, does it?

Abel has a dedicated garden in several locations.

There are already a number of lost plants.

But there's a way to grow and maintain it, and if you don't know about it, even if you can get it, it just dries up.

"... dedicated magic also exists to grow plants. I'll tell you that, too, when Al can handle the herbs properly."

It must be hard to say this kind of thing, its magic.

By the way, right now I'm all over making low-level potions.

No, it's hard to tell the difference between plants, huh?

Even the world of the planet is said to be difficult to identify poisonous mushrooms professionally, but this one is also difficult.

There are usually grasses that look the same and only have a different amount of magic.

Abel doesn't give her meds to the world.

Because if they find out about its effects, they gush out trying to get anything.

The ingredients are extremely difficult to manage, so if it is impossible or impossible to increase them in large quantities, it may be natural to keep them secret.

"... if a malignant disease is endemic and you have to use a large amount of medicinal herbs, I will only use them for elves"

That, in a sense, is human rejection.

No, other than elves, should I say?

I don't think this is ego.

It is in every race to say that compatriots are important, but in Abel's case, they are not just compatriots.

All the elves who live now are children of her brothers and sisters. It weighs differently.

So it's natural to give priority, and I think it's right.

Because if I were in her shoes, I would still make sure that whatever I put down was for Phee and her mother.

But from something else, I wouldn't give up a potion with a surface effect.

If known, it will be a dispute.

So there's only one thing I can do.

Even with what I said, I'm going to protect Abel.

Though I don't really want to think about it, 'sealing my mouth' may also have to be kept in the corner of my head.

I was thinking that way as I leaned in with my dear teacher in a shooting room at sunset.