Life with my Little Sister

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One day, December was coming to an end.

I was finishing up some swinging equipment.

His name is Blanco!

It is a classic amenity in the park, with a wide range of races doing Geekogeeko, from little kids to retarded Osama.

Ever since you saw the big tree in the garden, you've wanted to make it someday.

But if it is also an unnecessary and impatient play gear, there is nothing else than to put it behind us. Plus, I'm young. Climbing a tree and working on it at the tip of a branch was also a mother NG.

But we finally succeeded in convincing Abel to watch it downstairs.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Ha, what is this!? Phew, this will do! Phew, I love it! Daisy!

Look at the finished blanco and Fee has a fierce interest.

I can't even let this three-year-old climb a tall tree branch, so I told him to wait downstairs while he was working, and he was upset.

It still seemed like a sign of crying out, but when the playthings were ready, those emotions seemed to have blown brilliantly of things.

"Ok, ok..."

Plate sturdiness and angle. Rope durability and length. None of them have a problem.

It looks pretty good.

It was worth the effort.

"... it's been a long time since I've seen Shiyusen"

Abel leaks such thoughts.

In the elves, too, they have blancos.

Oh, by the way, I meant Bronco.

Oh, my God, he said one of the Elf's high ancestors was the first person in the world to make this hand plaything.

Well, there 'll be sturdy twats and stuff in the woods.

It must have been in an easy environment to imagine.

"Fee, you want a ride?

"Noru! Phew, this will do! Phew, I feel like I'm here!

Oh well......

Do you see any sign of liking it?

"Phee, you can't ride Blanco alone, can you? If it's not me or Al, it's dangerous, right?

My mother sat down with me on Blanco, saying the most seemingly.

Because you're like a kid with big contents...

I carry the mysisters over my arms and put them on my mother's lap.

"Mother, please don't drop Fee, okay?

"It's okay! It's my precious child. I wouldn't do that! Sa, Al. Shake it, shake it?

Pushing him from behind, Blanco slowly began to rock back and forth.

"Kikuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! I want this! Phew, I went for this! Phew's, it's rough! Phew, I love it!

"I want you to say that I like your mother there... But it's been a long time since I've had a blanco! At Cyril's park, we played a lot. Fathers, how are you..."

Oops, looks like I got a heart out of something odd.

She's also a sweet, temperamental mother. You must want to see your parents for a long time.

I can't do it this year anymore, but next year, I want to make you come home again somehow.

(Speaking of the city of Cyril, I promised I'd make it for you, Brev's sword and Sisty's accessories are still far from complete...)

Accessories seem to work out with the current technology, but the problem is the sword.

Still, I don't leave the wasteland.

It's just dangerous to have a fragile sword.

Demonic swords can only ensure sturdiness, but you can't let them use such distortions.

It's not good to know that you can make a demon sword in the first place.

So in the end, if you can make a sword that can truly stand the battle, you can't give it away.

Perhaps we should give up completing it at the same time as the accessories.

Gad said, for once, my blacksmith skills are advancing, so I'm going to have to be temperamental with all this.

I'm sorry, Brev.

"Heh heh heh...... Fun, fun!

"Yikes! Ki-yu! Phew, I like this! Yuck, yuck!

It's near the sandbox, so it's really like a park.

It will be a certainty that this area will be Fee's favorite.

Anyway, if that kid's gonna be happy, it means I made it worth it, too.

Me and Abel are next door watching my Angel and my mother.

So naturally, the person in the conversation becomes this person.

The topic now is not blanco, but elves.

Those runaway daughters, they're backwards.

"Ho... For your sake..."

"...... hmm. That was the motive of the inner length."

The runaway daughter left the house to help her mother, but the rest of her body reacted differently from there.

Tronedaddy was simply worried about his daughter.

And I also thought I shouldn't bother Takazu.

Therefore, he asked the Chamber of Commerce to consult him and search him, enabling him and choosing a legitimate means.

On the other hand, my grandfather, Manager Ri, is not as thoughtful as his granddaughter, who has multiple granddaughters.

Even though the girl named Petronella was the eldest grandson, she didn't seem to have had much of a chance to face each other because she wasn't flustered.

In fact, the way she called the chief from her was also "Master Inside," not "Grandpa" or "Grandpa."

In other words, Petronella is positioned to such an extent as' one of the elves inside '.

But even if the relationship is diminished, my grandson is my grandson, and in addition, Tronedaddy is one of the leading men inside.

If a problem arises from such an existence, naturally it will be the responsibility of the chief.

I can't forgive you.

Dishonorable.

There must be no.

That thought was the dispatch of those three.

Harming the human race in the realm of human life can be a major problem in some cases.

On the other hand, however, if it can be processed internally, no problems will arise.

Recklessly, they thought so and tried to implement it.

If those three were merely incompetent, they would not have made such an attempt, but the trackers, even if they were stupid, were not incompetent.

In fact, in a very short period of time, we have identified Petronella's destination and discovered it within this vast capital of kings.

Besides, as long as you can exercise even pay-per-view magic and win over me and Ms Tordi, it seems possible to hide the body and the case itself for a short period of time.

If you know him and you know yourself, you don't know the principle of "One Hundred Battles", but it is impossible to follow him when he says that he broke the jade with a pork protrusion.

The attack on your runaway daughter is also the result of giving "Stopping Direct Appeals to Takazu" and "Liability Issues to the Inside" the highest priority over "Securing Your Granddaughter", he said.

I'm giving you a proper verbal warning once, so from there on out, Petronella deserves it.

If he refused to return and tried to continue his direct complaint against Takazu, it seems logical to say that slashing and discarding would be unavoidable.

Whatever, those threesomes seemed to be some sort of shame and some good execution holders.

Inside, there was a protector inside, and the chief promoted them out of it, as bearers of character who were good at tracking and obliterating abilities and in some cases didn't hate to get their hands dirty.

"So in the end, what happens to the inner chief or the three bacatrios?

"... Elves have the law of elves. Good and imprisoned. In some cases, it's a capital offense."

Abel comes with a word of 'elf' as usual, but Normal Elf has Normal Elf's. They say high elves have high elf rules, and they don't interfere much.

The story that you will be judged in it.

Half-convolved Takazu says he's not going to pinch his mouth unless it's too much of a deal.

"... when I utter the word, they take it all the more. There is a risk of rejecting it and creating problems."

Shall I say as if I were sweating?

If you have a position, it's tough...

"The best party, Petronella, what happened?

"... exile from the inside. I heard that you are allowed to return once a year, only for one day"

That's right. Your mother's illness has healed because of you, can you stay away?

Well, for her own sake, she's the source of the commotion.

I guess acquittal doesn't mean acquittal.

"... Petronella lived inside the whole time. That's why I don't know myself outside, and I don't have the skill to live. So in the end, it seems a human magician I met this time protected her. For a while, we'll be living in this king's capital."

... Perhaps the best part of this case is Mr. Tordi.

That guy, he had nothing to do with this, right?

As I roared, Abel stroked her head.

"... Al was safe.... that's all I need"

You really got me worried......

Well, in fact, if those elves were more powerful than me, I'd be dead and I wouldn't be here right now.

You have to weigh yourself.

We have to refrain from mane that would make Abel or her mother anxious.

"Ahhhhhhhhh! Then, Phew, when I do, I want to hang out! Come here? Phew, I want you to stick to me!

"Ah! Me and me! I want to ride with Al, too! Come here. Come here.

Two parents and children who like the new play gear are waving at this one with a big circle of smiles.

Abel pushed my back like that.

"... the Lycicas are calling. Go for him."

"Yeah."

I look back and reach out to my mentor.

"Let's go, too, Abel. I want to ride a blanco with Abel."

"... Huh!

The elf teacher gave himself up only for a moment,

"... already"

He shrugged small, and then, he shook my hand back.

On that face, there was a slight - a cute grin.