Life with my Little Sister

A small building was built ahead of Abel, who guided me.

It seems this is Abel's house in the floating garden.

The interior is well cleaned but I don't really feel any signs of life.

I guess the elves who work here say they're sleeping somewhere else.

"... everyone, just relax here."

Abel says something like that when she takes a table seat that is elegant but good in quality.

But those eyes are for me.

"... Al, help me with my work"

This would be the result of saying 'Spend time with me'.

I'm honestly glad you said it this way.

"To follow the Master is to serve as a disciple. I'll give you that."

If I say so,

"Phew! Phew, I'll follow you to!

My sister is covered.

"I'm bored to be left alone."

My mother comes with me.

Well, here's what happens.

…………

Listen to Phee and her mother, and Abel is silent.

Is there a reason you didn't see this coming?

"…………………… why"

Arch elf Takazu was whining to himself like that.

I don't care why they say that.

In the end, we travel with the usual members.

I'm a little sorry, so give me your hand...

"Yes!

Bad timing, Sassa. Fee on her back came around to the front, and she was in the shape of a sneak. Now I can't use both hands.

I can't help it this time.

My Angel in my arm was laughing at me.

Leave the Abel House and come to another building.

Apparently, this is a warehouse. I have the work tools and the medicine.

And the back room -- no, should I say hall? had a water bottle.

The lake water on Holy Lake is precious, so it seems to work when you take as much as you need from here.

Instead of being placed appropriately, I can see some sort of surgical formula installed on the floor.

Priority seems to be given to the protection of lake water over the efficiency of the work.

(Nevertheless, big......)

Water bottles are twice the size of adult men.

It's like a big barrel in a brewery.

There's more than one such thing.

Well, it seems like it's the first year of the year that I go to Kishkud to suck it, and I guess it takes a lot of it, naturally.

"... n"

Abel installed a water bottle in the empty space removed from the different dimensional boxes.

Maybe, originally, there was a broken water bottle here.

... and it's convenient, isn't it, a different dimensional box?

I want about one, too.

"... Al, put water in the bottle. Help me."

"Here he comes."

Apparently, they divide it up and pour it around the bottle from the different dimensional boxes.

This is the first time I've touched a box, so I'm a little excited.

This is the first time I've been taught how to use a different dimensional box.

It should be called an unexpected harvest.

"Abel, Abel. I want to try it too."

"Phew! I want to try it too!

Then, the two lovers of funny things raised their hands vigorously.

"... already"

Abel was shrugging and teaching them both. I'm a deep nostalgic person.

"Hehe! Water-soak, fun! Phew, I like it!

My sister shouted with a smile.

Honestly, this girl is interested in anything, and you're a delightful kid.

But it's also true that from the mouth of a different dimensional box, the way the water flows without stopping is a strange pleasure, like watching a magnificent dam.

Of course, if I did it all the time, I'd get tired of it though.

"Master Abel, may I have a moment?

That's how one elf came to the hall when he was replenishing the water with his whole family.

"...... hmm. Coming?"

"Yes."

I wonder what it is?

I'm skipping the subject and talking, but from what I can tell, it sounds like a visitor.

(On such a sky?

Well, not necessarily people.

Something bibliographic might have flown in, like the E-chan correspondence I'm doing with Mr. Henriette.

"... take it off a little. The water injection operation has stopped."

Tell us briefly, Abel has left.

"I did. The water, the more you pour, the funnier, but you can't do it?

"If anything happens, I'll be in trouble. As I was told, let's not do this until Abel gets back."

"Miuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.

My Angel closes the different dimensional boxes and rubs beautiful silver hair.

I don't know what "then" is, but it's always the same thing to stroke.

If you ask me, I'll do it.

"Fee's hair has grown a lot."

"Heh heh. Your mother says you should stretch it out to Fi. Girls can try different hairstyles."

I'm a meister who loves to move around fine.

"Phew, it's better to be short!" No wonder, but the results are as you can see.

Selecting the direction to stretch.

"Fee's hair, it's beautiful..."

"Really!? Phew's hair, beautiful?

"Yeah. Very"

Shivering sister in her arms all the time.

I'll make a mistake.

"Yay, yay, yay! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Heh heh. Good for you, Fee."

As expected, big jump.

If I hadn't made it, I would have eaten a head punch in my jaw.

"Hehe! Hehe! Phew, I like it!

It's deleaded.

I guess I was happy for the rest of it.

Even if it's so tiny, it's a proper girl......

Mother raised her voice as she took the fierce thrust of Phee with her pain and stroked her hair that could be pressed around.

"Oh? Abel?

My mother looks at the window.

It's totally different direction from the door that Abel left, but did he come around?

"Mother, was Abel there?

"Yep. All I could see was chills, but I think that was Abel..."

Hmm.

What are you doing out there...?

Then my sister, who was in a good mood when I stroked her head, tipped her little neck cutely.

"He's out there, Abel. He's not, is he?

"Hmm? Fee, you know what I mean?

"Phew, the girl who knows the difference!

I don't care if they make such a conscious system-like claim on my face......

Well, my angel doesn't throw up all kinds of lies. I guess I have a basis.

"Abel, magic is often closed. I can't even see my soul. Phew, it's hard to notice."

Equipped with anti-soul defense and vigilant magic sensing, Abel, as MySister put it, is difficult to find outside of sight.

Like the handsome ones in the meantime and the festivals that Pooh met, they only make sure Phee understands if they fall off.

"I'm out there, Phew, soul, invisible. But keep the magic. Not like Abel."

What do you mean?

If you do not close the magic, you will say that the horn and the soul do not look like Phee, but you will say that you are defensive against the soul.

(Uh... no, if it's an elf, no wonder?

From the members who work here, most of them are special magic users called 'plant manipulation', and isn't it strange that anyone else in Abel can defend themselves against the soul?

"Mm-hmm... So, Mother, did I see it wrong...?

My mother has her finger on her chin.

And you come up with something, pan, and you clap.

"Oh, well, then, shall we go check it out? It's right over there!

Wild horse gut exfoliation......

Abel will be back soon, so just ask her then.

"Keep it up, okay. Let's go, shall we? Hey, Al."

Mother took my hand and walked out.