Life with my Little Sister

The atmosphere of the festival was clearly different from that of the day.

There are signs of frustration with the participants.

I know why.

Because you can see the star reading.

The feeling of the customers, somewhere softer, is similar to the stage before the favourite singer took the stage, and it doesn't seem that just simple excitement is overflowing.

Whatever, the star readings that Count Asel has directly invited are rumoured to have done the miracle of the Moon God.

Everyone expects us to see new miracles at this star festival as well.

Normally, such an atmosphere would only be pressure, but I guess that Ms Talviki would make an appearance in Norinoli without a basis.

(Nothing happens and it's a riot or something, right?

Well, you'll be fine.

Sometimes I wave on the stage and say it's over.

Perhaps, as a star reading, you should look at the future.

Though I saw it when I snuck into the Kansas Pavilion, that was certainly a fantastic and beautiful technique.

Even if they don't, they should be able to entertain the spectators' eyes.

And - Pooh.

That poof poof, my friend.

I'm supposed to have a responsibility to protect that girl who's become an important person.

In the unlikely event that any grievances come to her at this star festival, you must do everything in your power to stop it.

I'm not familiar with the psychology of the crowd, but all of a sudden there's a chance someone might scream, "I'm a prick."

Well, if I were to throw a stone at the guest of honor, I don't think there would be any confusion because it would be treason against the country surrounding the star reading itself or against the lord of Cyril, who invited the mother and daughter of Ahokainen.

I run my eyes in the backpack I carry.

Inside it is that Mejed-like suit that Phee brought from the King's Capital.

I don't think I'll ever use it for boulders, but I brought it to you in case you think about something when you work with your face hidden.

Military uniform. I used it during the rescue operation, and I wouldn't have gone over it to have it ready.

And about three meters behind us in the Crane Putt clan, two unusually beautiful women in hats arrive.

Needless to say, it's a combination of high elves.

Even if you hide your ears well, they look too good, so from behind, you can hear blurring and numbing.

I guess we were going to arrive secluded, but it just seemed to prove that beauty wasn't for secrecy.

"Thanks to the kids in the back, it's nice to have no trouble."

And Dorothea says.

This guy must be my grandmother, but he's only in his late 30s.

And he's in his 20s for appearance.

I guess I can often speak up. She's beautiful, and she's big.

My mother felt the same way around it.

Currently, 21 years old.

Next month in August, Lucica Cramput, who will finally be 22, looks like she's still only a teenager.

Even if you put on the uniform of the Earth world, you can say, "I'm sorry. I can assure you that I will never have the feeling that this one is painful."

I don't usually see it because it's caged in the house, but if I'd put it out in public like this, the guy who stops by, there'd be a bunch of them.

"In Lucica's case, more than appearance, the problem is that the contents don't grow..."

is the talk of my real mother.

Either way, it looks like the two high elves brought a comfortable environment to this one for out-of-count reasons.

And my sister, who has been hungry since before she left, continues to eat with all her heart.

What you're eating, skewers.

But not meat.

"Phew, I like mushrooms! Mushrooms are delicious! Eat more!

That's right.

My Sister is eating mushroom skewers.

I baked it with a sauce-based sauce and it tastes refreshing and salty, but I think I chose the latter without hesitation.

I was impressed that the old man in the stall was laughing bitterly, "That's sinister, this girl..."

"Fee, calm down and eat, okay?

"Phew, I'm fine! I can still eat!

I feel the answer is uneven, but is it good?

Meanwhile, Sisty, my Hatcoz sister.

She's also her, not fruit or sweetness, but moving on, eating mollusks.

This one's also sinister......

The only thing happily cheeky about meat is the brev.

In a way, he's the most childish.

"Mr. Alto, don't you eat...?

"Oh, you're not hungry? Do you want to eat until you've had enough?

Leaving aside Phee's unintelligible reasoning, it's not like he's not hungry.

But there is limited space in the stomach.

I want to identify it carefully.

In the future, I want to sell the recipes to the Chamber of Commerce.

If you want to eat at the stall anyway, something rare or likely to be a cooking tip is good.

As I thought at the festival in the time of the Wang capital, the festival in this world, even if the atmosphere is similar, is arrowheaded and there is a difference there.

Even if I take one stall, it feels like the market is still open.

Some shops sell raw vegetables as they are, and there are overwhelmingly many foods, skewered, meat-roasted, simple and wild.

Because I haven't seen the classic apple apple apple apple apple apple apple apple apple apple apple apple apple apple apple apple apple apple apple apple apple apple apple apple apple apple apple apple apple apple apple apple apple or apple apple apple apple apple apple apple apple apple apple apple apple apple apple apple apple apple,

There is no such thing as a goldfish.

But they sell little turtles tied with strings.

They also sold insects that played sounds, like bell bugs, and I could see the child being a parent.

Around here, on the edge of the world where I was, I wouldn't see much.

The shooting is very different from that in the Earth world and seems to be a game of shooting bows and aiming at the center of the mat.

The goal is to earn a certain number of points in the prescribed number of copies, but how can it be called a medieval world to say "cash" instead of "prize"?

Some shops are open to bacci.

Dice gambling, of course, can even be like flipping multiple picture tags and putting on a picture pattern.

Arrowheads, or somehow, people who run Bacchi stores are somewhat of a bad person.

There is even a shop with a caution stick standing in front of it.

Others are doing street art even though it's night.

There were also "Slashers" and "Beaters," but the old man I saw in Wang Capital, he doesn't seem to be there.

(Sounds like there's no infamous' string lottery '...)

That is evil.

I've never finally seen anyone hit a hanging console.

If I open a string lottery store in this world, could it cause trouble?

"Hey, Al. Some stores use magic?

With meat on his cheeks, Brev points.

It was a kind of gambling.

A scaled stick has a sphere about a golf ball stabbed in it.

That's a demonic prop, the sphere sticks to the pedestal at first, but when you can magic it, it tells the sultry and the stick to go up and up.

If it can be stopped within the specified scale, they can double the multiplier.

"Is it going to be business, alle? Given the demographic ratio, it's small, isn't it?

"As a show, you sound excited. It's a lot harder than that, and a lot of people try again and again."

"Phew...?

You mean how it winds up gold from less humans?

Then I guess it's a squid.

Is there a craftsmanship in the appliance itself, or is the shopkeeper magical, jamming, or 'a little more'?

"Fee, is that shop guy magical?

"Ngu...? A store with that stick? That guy, he's magical. I'm using it."

I don't know about stalls.

If I were the protagonist of gambling cartoons, I'd make a lot of money poking around here, but the basics of my way of life are staying away from trouble.

I would have trouble getting weirdly innened, and it would be through stable.

"Phee, thank you"

"Hehe...! I don't know, but she stroked me! Phew, glad! Phew, I like it!

But you're getting hungry for boulders. I want something to eat......

It's already an idea. What, eat what you want without a chimp?

When that happens, as a former Japanese, I want to eat arrows and rice.

Because there is a world of rice, baked meat and pilaf are also sold normally.

(Wow...... Do they even sell butter soy sauce rice? That's pretty expensive, too. Because butter itself is precious...?

Surprisingly, there are no grilled rice balls.

Maybe you haven't figured it out.

"Yay, yay! Phew, that bothers me! I want to try it!

My sister pointed to a certain stall to block my appetite.

"Ooh!? Is that, no way...... Huh!

There, something amazing was being sold.