Life with my Little Sister

Coming in front of the door, Abel took out a tiny wipe, like a smell bag.

The contents are "Sleeping Powder" made by Takazu from his hand.

Carry this inside with the magic of the wind. It's convenient to be familiar with plants, at all.

Use the magic of silencing, then open the door.

It was pretty wide inside.

Is it because my village daughter mom is sick, there is even a simple kitchen and flush so that I can take care of her at any time on this occasion.

And beside it, a maid girl, supposedly a caregiver, was asleep.

(Effect: 35263; surface)

The boulder is a mittee char.

Approach the bed with the lid.

There, one woman lay quietly.

Naturally, very young.

My mother is still twenty-one, and I'm sure it won't make a big difference.

(You look like your village daughter, you're a tremendous beauty)

This person would be the mother for sure.

Don't be surprised if it's irrelevant.

"... excuse me ~..."

Gently turn the duvet.

"... Huh!

- And solidified.

The woman had no hands or feet.

She is dressed in good bedtime clothes, but the limbs are all peppered.

It was clear that all four locations were missing.

"Did I surprise you? Little intruder."

The woman spoke out of the blue. It was a gentle tone.

(Waking up...!

Doesn't the sleeping powder work?

"I have a disease associated with magic. So when you use magic, you lose your eyes because of severe pain."

"... yes. To say so."

Abel squeaks.

Did you understand something?

The only thing I can tell at the moment is that he turned away because of the wind magic.

"Who are you? It doesn't look like a pickup or an assassin. No, in the first place, even for bad kids"

"Yes, no... I think trespassing is completely evil..."

I gave it back with vegetables.

Then the woman laughs delicately.

"Hehe. Right. So, can I ask you why? Bad boys?

Uhm.

If you say you're still young and more inclusive than my mother, you're going to eat my mum.

But you've got a lot of liver in front of a black suspicious man.

If I were in her shoes, I'd be absolutely confused.

I ran over to my master and spoke to him in a low voice.

"Oh, Abel, it's a bad idea to keep talking to the boulders like this!? I just have to get them to sleep again..."

"... I think it's a good idea to ask the story and then make up your mind. If a problem arises, I will strike my hand"

"Ma...... Well, if someone as powerful as you say so..."

The queen looks at the two masked intruders with a gentle smile.

"Um...?

"What could it be?

"Don't you think it's suspicious about us?

To my words, my village daughter Mamman laughs bitterly.

"'Cause I'm sure you're here because my daughter told you she couldn't, right?

"What...?

Sure, I came here worried about my daughter, but she hasn't asked me to treat her.

In the first place, she doesn't know that I or Abel can cure Mother Village.

But the beauty in front of me, she didn't seem to think so.

The little princess wants clues here and there to save her own mother's life.

Naturally, this guy knows that, too.

What we came to visit was the 'result'.

I mean, an asshole kid who assumed, 'You should be able to heal yourself,' pushed me, and maybe I'm mistaken.

(Answer 'No, it's irrelevant', would it be better to stay on board than to be certified suspicious again?

You took my patrol as an affirmation, the queen bowed her head.

"I'm sorry to have gotten involved with my daughter's me so much. Do you possess precious drugs or can you use the magic of purification to come here? But there is no cure for me. You should go home before it's too much noise."

As I told you, your mother said. I can't see a single piece of trust or hope in treatment in those eyes.

Well, if I can cure these two, I won't have to take care of them.

"... I have one question to ask you"

That's when Abel moved forward softly.

"... a limb defect is your will? Or your daughter?

"Hey Abelu!?"

Hands and feet are such delicate problems, without hesitation.

Nevertheless, I don't know what the question means. What does that mean?

The same is true of why I'm asking now.

But the queen answered our teacher's abrupt and grumpy questions, not in a wind that particularly offended her mood, like this.

"That kid was hard at living. … that's all."

What does that mean?

Although this person seems to fully understand Abel's intentions regarding the question.

When I prompted him to explain, Abel said with no expression, pale.

"... that girl's mighty magic, this woman's vegan melancholy, and limb defects, all for the same reason"

"Huh!? What do you mean!?"

"... in other words, it's all the same magic"

"Eh."

That is.

The source of the magic accumulating in this man is......

"That kid... was a genius. capability in relation to magic, and to avert crises, sufficiently before they were born"

"Being conceived - before, from...?

The queen nods quietly.

After that, Abel took it.

"... that girl has a sixth sense"

Six Senses!? Um, of crisis avoidance abilities?

"... Al is touching that consciousness before Fee is born"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I still remember that."

Ouch, help me.

When I was in my mother's tummy, Phee did say that to me.

"... those are not words, but shouts of the soul itself. Normally still, it doesn't matter. Because knowledge and intelligence are the same as no. I don't know what to do. You can't possibly tell."

But Abel goes on.

"... instinctively, if you realise with 'Unleash magic and it will help' and 'Sensation', it's not a story"

"Release is no way...!?"

The little elf nodded pale.

"... magic without a place to go, unconsciously, but only if you eject it accurately"

"Then...... Then......! Did the man's hands and feet blow from the inside out! by the fetus's own choice!?"

"... that girl's sixth sense, including the choice to blow her belly, seems to be extremely precise. Having an unusual amount of magic. Being capable of just controlling it. And having a sixth sense. Even if any of them were missing, there should have been no survival for both mother and child. In a way, Rare Cases Over Fee"

I stared at the queen in dismay.

She was smiling quietly.

"To add, it was also lucky for me that a large number of doctors were waiting. Blood control and treatment are on time."

"Good luck, is it? Do you call that luck?"

"Yeah, let's do that. Because I didn't have to lose that kid, and this is how I survived. I don't think there's a proper expression for it, other than luck."

The woman nodded proudly.

She had, first and foremost, a heart to rejoice in her daughter's survival.

Next, I am delighted with my own survival.

There, no grudges, no lost limbs, no crying.

As one mother, I am simply proud of the birth of my child.

(He's a strong man. Besides, I have a beautiful heart...)

I guess I should be respectful. Who has this kind of radiance of heart?

"Your daughter, naturally, knows what caused your loss of hands and feet, right?

"If you don't mind, that's what I'm saying..."

The queen had a good bitter laugh.

"Do you know that kid continues to do well on his license exam?

"Oh, yes...... Right now, everything is the youngest passing grade six exam."

"That's for me. For me, day and night, I continue to study."

For this guy...?

Does that also aim at establishing therapeutic means?

Are you even targeting doctors?

"No. What she's looking for is a first-stage Demon Prop Technician."

"Demonic props! Are you a magic magician?

"... that child's purpose is to make up for my body. It's about giving me new hands and feet."

In other words, are you going to create prosthetics and prosthetics as magic props?

I guess that's not just a surrogate organ in the form of hands and feet.

At the very least, it can move to a certain extent by its own will.

"She said she wanted to make her prosthetic hand feel right."

Sure, that's impossible unless it's a magic trick.

But in the present demonic props, there is not that much technology.

(Oh - so...!

That she has vast knowledge.

that you are learning many languages.

That he described the conditions of a good magician as' hard work ', not' qualities'.

Everything leads here?

To help my dear mother.

To make a gift to your precious mother.

Instead of flaunting a privileged talent, a mother can never be saved unless she constantly strives and continues to seek knowledge.

That's why she works so hard.

"... you're a good daughter"

"Yeah. That kid, he's proud of me"

Happy with my thoughts, the queen smiled and nodded again and again.

My village daughter certainly inherits the 'beautiful thing' this guy has.

Not the look, but the spirit.

I'm sure it's close to this guy.

"I don't want that kid to be forced. But I think you want arms at least. You're greedy, I am."

"That's not true, if you can use your arm, it's very convenient."

"Oh, no. Not because it's inconvenient..."

She looks down at her body and laughs lightly.

"If I had an arm - I could give her a hug"

The smile of this man, who puts my child first everywhere, I thought to myself, 'Beautiful things'.