Life with my Little Sister

That's why I came to the nursery.

The members, with the exception of Mr Dorothea, are all who were in the Cyril Crampot family.

Grandmother said carelessly that she could not come because she had chores.

He wants to focus on cooking while we're in town.

Many of my grandmother's dishes are even hassle-free.

Because Zara also has dishes that take hours or so to cook.

I don't have a choice.

As a matter of fact, a lot of the dishes that have been eaten since Cyril took me so long.

That's all my daughter and grandson care about, I guess.

Thankfully.

Am I surprised by all the veteran adventurers on the road?

My grandfather, when he came back from the guild, he asked some adventurers to accompany him.

Of course, for the protection of the asshole Kainen parents and children.

There are types of guards that dare stand out and inform the perimeter of the defense and those that lurk in the shadows to be discreet, but they seemed to be the latter.

Maybe it's about being careful.

Or to attract your grandfather's attention and ensure he handles the enemy?

Me, too, to my snuggly sister,

"Ha, ha. Something, Phews, surrounded. Somebody's following me!

If they hadn't told me, I wouldn't have noticed.

Are you really forming yourself in a position that naturally blends into the city, but also ensures proper combat considerations and flight routes for dignitaries?

I told my grandfather later.

When I got in front of the nursery building, Fee pulled my sleeve.

"There's only one thing, a little big magic! But, soul, I'm still weak!

I'm not sure my soul is weak, but are you saying that some of the toddlers in custody have strong magic?

Well, there's no wonder there's a few of them, like the Mage's eggs.

"Oh! Lucica's here too!?"

"Rebecca, it's been a while."

My mother is cuddling with a woman who makes Sisty feel bigger and stronger.

I don't know if I need to ask, but shall I make sure?

"Hey, Brev. Could this man..."

"Oh. That's my mother."

Best friend snorts in a slightly sluggish way.

He described his visit to the nursery as an 'order', or maybe he can't get his head up.

The woman, called Rebecca, turned to us after running her eyes at her own children.

"You're Lucica's kids, aren't you? I hear you're all very talented.

"I'm Alto Crane Putt. You and I, we're getting along. Thank you very much."

"It's Phew! I like it though!

Genius and other unworthy evaluations go through at this time.

One of these days, even if I don't want to, I'll show up on my horse leg and settle for a "coarse" rating.

"Oh. You can even say hello well, can't you? I want Brev to be an apprentice, too. Again, I'm Rebecca. These kids, they're doing their mothers."

He strokes his son's head slightly stronger, feeling like he is groping. The eyes are gentle. I'm sure my child matters.

"Stop it, mother...!

It doesn't seem to convey much to your son.

Rebecca tells her mother.

"You're here, which means you can help me, right? Well, even if it wasn't, I wouldn't let you get away with it anymore."

"Heh heh. Of course I'll help! I love kids."

"So you focus on the infant, please? You're good at this, aren't you, Brev? You're always like that. Be our toy. Sisty is the girls."

Mr. Rebecca, who is going to assign it to Tekipaki.

To observe from the conversation, are we not together in a large room, but, to some extent, are we doing something like a combination?

I mean, me, this is my first time, and you're gonna take care of me away from my family/acquaintance?

"So, who are your parents and children? Sounds like you know Uncle Shark?

Hatkozmother stares jizzily at the asshole Kainen parent and child being escorted by her grandfather.

Tartar, with a confident smile, takes a step forward.

"Muffled......! Well done. You asked! This is who I am, Tarbicki -"

"Oh, because I don't care about long greetings or my identity. Did you come to help me, or did you come to deposit it? Just say that."

Bassari.

Now, my grandfather came forward.

"Rebecca, these two are my escorts."

I'm not really... And grumbling grandpa.

I'm just protecting it as it turns out, it's supposed to be the Knights' job.

"So it's me. Let him stay, even in the corner of the room."

"Hmm? Fair enough. If anything happens, it's your uncle's fault, right?

"Ooh..."

You're a strong pusher, aren't you, Grandpa?

Should I say the opposite of Sisty?

"Good then. After that, you? He's smart, so he can help, can't he?

Look at me again, Mr. Rebecca.

I don't know, an irresistible look.

Cheng Cheng. I think I'm starting to understand that Brev is not very good at it.

If this guy was in a Japanese company, he'd think of something extra like being the type of guy who would clash with an asshole boss or something.

"You heard from the Breves, didn't you? Alt-kun. You can use magic, right?

"Yeah, well. Just a little bit."

"Still good. Well, maybe you should see a magical child."

"Eh."

"It's okay. It's hard to leave it to me, because I'm the only one. Then you can handle it, right?

"Well, then"

"It's settled. All right, everybody, come on in. I need you to work fast."

Shortly after we met, they totally grabbed the pace.

"So, you guys, this way, right?

She is pulled away from her mother and sent to a room marked 'Apple Gummy'.

The name of a fruit or animal is no different from a Japanese kindergarten.

It should be noted that when I was in kindergarten and elderly, my class name was Tsugumi. It's not an animal or a fruit.

"Ha, ha. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. What are you doing here?

My sister, who's attached to me, tipped her neck.

My Angel doesn't seem to know how to help.

(Mm-hmm... As my mother said, I would love to have friends with this girl...)

I'll think about it for a second.

"This is where the kids are. Play here today."

"Nyu? If Phew wants to play, all he needs is a building block or a ball, right? Kids, don't."

Naturally, do you think so?

I don't even seem to have the dust in my head to want a new friend.

"Mmm...... Can I, my friend...?

Pooh, who for some reason left the tartare behind and followed us, is blushing with a puffy look on her face.

This one seems to be looking for a new encounter.

"It's okay. This kind of momentum."

"Hmm? Even if it doesn't come with it, it's okay......? Ru Ru Ru...... Rurururu..."

Why do you care so much about 'ru'? I knew I couldn't measure it.

But, well, the answer is settled.

"It's gonna be okay."

Hang in there, Pooh.

When I opened the door, an aunt of a childcare worker, thought to be in charge of the 'apple gummy', arrived. Somehow, you seem like a kind person.

Explaining that I was on your side of the help, I was stroked in the head.

This one's a kid, too, so if you think about it, maybe it's a natural reaction.

This' apple gummy 'seems to be a group of temporary, deposited children, some of whom are already getting along and playing cute, some of whom are watching things without being in the wheel.

Let's all paint a picture of each other, and it seems that we leave it to some degree of autonomy rather than collective action to say so.

The nursery aunt seems to be calling out to those 'loose ends' or recommending we play together.

"Yay, yay! Here, there's a building block! Phew, I want to play with the building blocks!

"Hmm? Oh, right. Do you?"

I can't let Fee help me.

Basically, you're playing beside me, and in the meantime, should I just stand around like a childminder?

But I think my handler said he was a magician.

"Hmm...?

At that time, I felt a strange gaze.

As for the sensation, it's close to that when you touch magic.

I look back at you.

There was a child wearing a pink skin and a baby hat.

Not yet, very tiny.

One or two years old?

The child, with her big eyes, was staring at this one with a huge hug from another caregiver.