Life with my Little Sister

"Al!"

With a personable smile, came a bloodline, and a friend's wondrous lad.

Growing up, I think, is a candid feeling.

Sisty, who stands modestly behind the brev, is growing taller, but I guess the brev is still growing significantly because I can't think of a similar sentiment here.

Isn't this guy going to be pretty long in the future?

"Long time no see. Sisty............ on, Brev"

"Hey!"

What? This is how you treat a man.

"Yes, it's been a while, Mr. Alto..."

Sisty, modestly, is hung up.

You feel like an orthodox girl. No, you're still a toddler.

"Fee, too, long time no see"

"Miu Miu ~ n"

Fee's reply is mild.

I don't seem to have forgotten, but I don't seem very interested.

Still, Sisty, I can't see how you've offended me.

Brev whispered, "You're the same," he muttered.

"Hey, more than that, Al. Let me see your sword!

A relative of the same age reaches out with his eyes shining.

I think I saw my sword last year.

"There you go. It's dangerous, so be careful, okay?

"Oh, thank you!... Ugh! I knew this was it! Looking good!"

Uh-huh, do you look good?

This Gado sword is supposed to be made plain...

"If you like swords so much, why don't you go see them at the weapons store?"

"He's already gone, huh? He's in and out of the blacksmith, and he's showing you Mr. Shark's weapon."

And yet you dare to see my sword.

"Cyril's a big city, isn't it? That's why I have products in the three locations I just mentioned. But..."

"But?"

"After all, I, Al's sword, look the best"

Mm-hmm?

Brev's guy, is he eye-catching?

"If you're a big weapons dealer, there's even a Bobogan weapon? You know that too, don't you? Boboggan."

I have no idea.

It's a name that reminds me of Sarubo the Hida, but by analogy from the sound, is it a dwarf?

"This sword, it looks prettier than the blade that Bobogan struck. I've always thought it might be my fault because I can't compare, but today, I'm sure. This sword over here is, like, awesome."

I don't know about Boboggan, but I know Gad's good arm, too.

I don't think there are any more than my master.

So Brev's words, I guess, are correct.

Is the brev awesome in this case?

Or is Gad awesome, having made it into a sword that even children can understand?

"I want to have a sword like this in the future."

"Then I'll have to brush my arms."

"Oh. How rude for a sword to have an arm that doesn't deserve a weapon!

My ear hurts......

Now that I've trained in weapons, I don't think I'm more talented at swords or spears than at witchcraft.

"Has Brev trained yet?

"Oops, I'm six. Mr. Shark is telling me, isn't he? And just running, we've been doing this a long time, haven't we?

You're just like me around here.

This friend has a clear goal to become an Adventurer and an Enforcement of the Alliance.

You're making good strides toward that.

"That's right! Al, look at this!

Brev smiled and showed me a single card.

"Whoa! That's a Class 10 Demon License!

"Oh! I took it this year"

"Wow."

Even Ifonne, who was twelve years old and became a seventh magician, said she was seven years old when she became a tenth magician.

Licensed at six, usually awesome.

It means I can read and write.

"Brother, you've been working hard"

"I don't know, because there was a ninth grade magician the same year. You can't lose."

Right...

In June of last year, I was a Grade 9 exam instructor, and I kept my Grade 8 exam from the following month.

"Um, Al. Have you, since then, risen your rank?

"Mm-hmm... Well, for once"

"What, you got a bad tooth cut? Could you not have been a magician? But you hear it's normal to stop and eat in eighth grade?

I honestly don't remember which exams were difficult anymore...

Every time, I study desperately...

"There you go. Can I see your card?

A friend who comes with a hand.

"I don't mind showing it, but don't flirt too much...?

"Which one? Actually, I'm not surprised if you're already a magician.

Adventurer aspirations to receive my cards, laughing cynically.

Unlike the Wizard's license, the Wizard's card is a little extravagant, so the moment he received it, he figured out I was above level seven.

"Oh, my God, I knew you were already a magician. How dare you..."

Bufo!

And, Brev breathed out.

"Wow! That's dirty. Yep!

"Hey, fourth level...... ugh!?"

Brev is circling his eyes.

"Quaternary, you. It's a fourth level!?"

"Take what for granted..."

"Bye! The fourth grade written exam is certainly a lot harder than the Royal College diploma exam in magic, right?

Because I don't want to go to school in this world, I don't even know if they say that.

"Eh, now, level four means..."

Brev boy starting to count fingerfolds.

"Since then, don't you mean you're passing all the exams, straight!

"I was lucky."

I had time to just study.

Playing with Fee is a good change of mood.

"Um... Mr. Alto. Being a fourth-level magician, I don't think it would be strange to have a scout coming straight from the country..."

Sure, I remember getting some puffs from Mr. Tordi.

Though I've decided to pass a busy workplace.

"Damn, you have a genius. Surely some of the princesses in this country are now in the fourth degree, too? It seems to be the youngest and full of subjects over there."

My daughter is a real genius. You can't even compare to me.

"Phew, but, wow! Full score!"

Your sister exposes the extra with a doya face.

For a moment, Brev looked surprised, but asks me to get back on track immediately.

"Enough. In terms of magic and academia, I see you're a genius. But you don't say genius or anything until you're swordsman, do you?

"You can't do that."

I shake my head. Actually, magic and academia are not geniuses either.

So when you are overpraised or surprised, the opposite makes you uncomfortable.

And Brev exhaled loudly into my answer, as if relieved.

Apparently his main office is in sword combat.

On the side of witchcraft, so inferior, I guess you don't care that much.

"More than that."

I decided to change the subject.

"I promised you two, I brought you some example bumps."

When I took the two wraps out of the luggage bag, Brev ate them with his eyes shining.

"Huh! Did you strike my sword?!?"

"I'm sorry about that, Brev. My arm now, I couldn't make a sword that I could still give to people. Sisty's accessories are ready."

"Oh, no, I'm sorry......!

"Ahhh, so you don't have mine... Well, it looks like you made Sisty's on the one hand, so don't complain."

A subtly squiggly brev boy.

You really like weapons.

"Uh...... So, I don't know what to say instead, but I've been trying to build a weapon like this for Brev."

To my words, Brev let his eyes shine again.