Life with my Little Sister

Magic.

The amount of magic is important without having to explain it.

Without it, you can't use magic, and less, you can't be a magician.

In everyday life and in combat, you won't be able to think of a state of no magic.

"The more money and magic, the better"

There are even adage things like that.

But -.

Sometimes' a lot 'can be a vendetta.

That's before you give birth.

Sometimes something that has enormous magic from the time it's in your mother's tummy, depending on the magnitude of its power, can cost both mother and child their lives.

It is rare in itself to have a huge amount of magic from the fetus, but it is also true that there are people who lose their lives that way.

But there are exceptions to everything.

The aforementioned 'child who dies'.

Among them, they say, are survivors.

That is Her Royal Highness the Fourth Princess of our country.

I don't know what you did or how you survived, but I hear Your Highness is the only survivor in this case.

Therefore, its magic is mighty.

It is said that even the great magic that is excessive in people is used without bitterness.

Especially since the story is secret, there are few people to know and some people to disconnect that it is just a rumor.

There are two factors that determine the amount of basic magic power we magicians have.

It's what you were born with and then your growth power.

It is certainly important to say that there is a lot of magic innate but less, but how much it may stretch afterwards is important without losing or being inferior.

Growth power is not the same for everyone, but is a thousand different.

In other words, it can be said that this is an area where individual differences are significant.

If you have a lot of magic in the first period, you'll die and you can't be born, so stretching out afterwards is probably more important.

And even in this aspect of 'growth', very rarely can an awesome child be born.

If Her Royal Highness is an exception in terms of 'birth', 'the child' can be said to be an exception in terms of 'growth'.

First name, Arolina.

Arolina Esmaine el Brauerth.

February of the Holy History 1204.

I mean, she was just born this year, she's a girl.

"No. Hey finally, I can suck moku wow"

In front of me, there's one woman who's really smoking while she runs a hell of a thing.

The place should be sacred and inviolable, on the grounds of the cathedral.

In a deliberately majestic courtyard, she looses her purple smoke.

"You're incredible. Where I have a baby, I can't believe I smoke."

"Heh heh heh. You didn't get the smoke, did you? Besides, I've been putting up with it for a long time, and if it's one bottle or so, fine."

Mm-hmm. And stretching, she says that.

The name of this insane woman is Deborah.

He's my best friend and this baby I'm holding up right now - Arolina's mother.

As you can see, he is a child of nobility, and his position is priesthood, but as you can see, he opens the field with a good cut. It has a transverse nature with branched large leaves.

He is a disgruntled monk who gave advice and donned his counselor to the fold where he was consulted by the followers of a troubled woman who was married to him, all he had to do was beat up his husband and make him obey.

At least I don't know anybody else who smokes in their coats.

"There are as many corrupt priests as there are, so cute as smoking"

She serves God, but neither the church nor the upper echelons of the church seem to like her very much.

Naturally, it also seems hated by the upper ecclesiastical level, can you say that it is both thoughts in a negative sense?

Even though a baby who sleeps in my arms is as cute as an angel, my mother is now worried about the future.

"Duh? My daughter, isn't she cute?

"Yeah, no matter how many times I look at it. If I don't resemble you on the inside, I'm sure you'll make a nice girl, Deborah."

"If you look like me, good woman confirmed. If you don't look like me, you say, nice girl confirmed. Either way, she's going to be an exceptionally beautiful girl. Not a winner, Arolina."

You're so confident. I envy you. No, I don't want to imitate you, though.

Arolina looks like a mother.

Deborah is exceptionally blessed with both ravioli and horns in the contents and only on the outside.

It looks clear and pure, and the inside is' this'.

Rough woman adventurer. Or it's such a shame it's contents like a sea thousand mountain thousand women pirates.

This child wants a good child to grow up without resembling his mother.

(But that's awesome...)

Touch it and you'll see, the strength of Arolina's magic.

You're supposed to have been born into a normal kid, but you already make me feel magical at the mage level.

It's an impossible level of growth rate.

If you're going to keep growing like this, you might even cross people's realms.

"Deborah, is this girl okay?

"Concerns about what? The mother is perfect, so the home environment is fine, right?

"... this much magic. Isn't it used by the church?

"Well, they will. You're telling me, Tordie. If the sun goes up, it's warm, that's the obvious level, right?

Deborah washed her hands when she generated a water polo in the air, dried it with wind magic, and then hung a purification on herself.

The magic of purification should be challenging, but this kid will use it easily.

He's a lot of naughty people, but he should only be praised for cleaning himself up before he strokes his daughter.

"As soon as I learned about Arolina's ability to grow, even though the pigs in the upper echelons didn't look to my child at first, I began to feel evil. In some cases, there can be the Virgin's Certification, for God's sake."

"Virgin! Are you the 'that' Virgin!

"Yes. That Virgin. Stupid, huh?

Deborah grins, gently stroking her daughter. Emotions, tones and hands-on emotions are fragmented and chipped. Weird place and clever, huh?

The term 'Virgin' is an important title that includes not only one of these churches, but also other religions.

Because that 'testimony' is a gift from God.

What is the testament of the Virgin, that is, nothing more than being a 'crest'.

Having the 'Seal of the Virgin' is the most important condition on the assumption.

"... Arolina doesn't have a crest, does it?

"If there was, there'd be noise from the moment I was born."

Naturally.

The Seal of the Virgin has never yet been manifested in her sacred history.

If such a crest comes out of the world, it will be important to involve the country.

Conversely, if you insist that "this child is the Virgin" without a 'proof', it should be seen as a tick and the Church will strangle itself......

"Sounds like it's evil, including around here. You really are an asshole."

"It's not another HR, Deborah! Just in case the upper management tells you that 'this child is the Virgin', even Arolina will suffer!?"

"Take it easy, Tordie. Virgin certification depends on the growth of this child. If you stop at the right place, you won't speak so much language on a boulder."

"But even at the moment, it's already generating value for use, right?

"Exactly. So this kid's safe."

"Ah..."

Is there such an aspect?

Safe or used, you're drooling just like that of the nobility.

It is unacceptable for a child to be involved for the convenience of adulthood. I hate that.

Deborah smiled bitterly as I silenced herself.

"Nothing, it's not your kid."

And I got squealed.

I don't think this kind of anger, whoever the child is, matters.

"Well. But, Tordie, you're not gonna live long, are you? That's how you live."

"Is that what the priest says!

"More than that, the word of the priest, isn't it? I'm preaching you a way to live in peace."

With a crunch of laughter, Deborah lit a cigarette.

Wonder and mood seem to have gotten better.

Even though you say that in your mouth, it shouldn't be a good idea for your daughter to be used because of the nature of this child.

Until just now, I felt subtly angry.

"What the hell is a public servant doing with me? You're busy, so you're just here to see me, right?

"I'm just here to see you because Arolina is cute. You're just a jerk."

Laughing at my words with my nose, Deborah used the magic of silencing.

This courtyard itself, a place where people are lonely, but it would still be the beauty of this filthy priest who cares.

"Still good, though? Well, let's hear from your best friend."