Life with my Little Sister

Comparison.

A lot of valuation is relative, so if it's 'nearby', it's common for people to make comparisons just for that.

There is no problem if you win more than the comparison object.

Even if there were inferior parts, if they could be surpassed in part, the equilibrium of the mind would be preserved.

So what if it's completely below or if it's seen as inferior?

Don't people think they want to get close to such a subject?

"Look. The wise thing about Her Highness the Fourth Princess! At that young age, ancient times are also tongue-wrapping."

"Princess Sheila has performed the miracle of the Moon God and saved the Queen! He is not the same as the common man!

"The magical genius of the Fourth Princess is already beyond the realm of men. Call someone like that a genius."

Someone who is not himself is praised.

As good as that, nothing.

"Have you heard, Your Highness the Third Princess! As a testament to the blessings of the Moon Goddess, let us say that the secret sword did not shine! By contrast, Her Royal Highness the Fourth Princess shined a dazzling sword more than anyone!?"

"Her Royal Highness the Fourth Princess, the youngest in the kingdom, passed the third level magic exam! He is the son of sorcery. Flip it. How about Her Highness the Third Princess? Don't you say you can't even use the lowest level of magic? This is useless people and - whoa, it's nothing. Nothing."

"Her Royal Highness Princess Sheila, at that age, hears that she already understands multiple languages. But Her Royal Highness Princess Claudia says she's still fluent in her own language, isn't she? Even with the same sisters, there's a lot of difference, isn't there?

When you lift something up, like, instead, they put you out in a pickup and scorn you.

Because I'm close to my age.

Because they are sisters.

Because my mother's home is between the Marquis.

Claudia Hollymetel el Fracevelk continued to be compared to Sheila Hollyfedel el Fracevelk.

Her Royal Highness the Fourth Princess...

"If Sheila..."

"Sister, you're already at that level..."

I kept hearing those words in the shadows, and Claudia eventually went to become a dark girl who was not confident in herself.

To say that it is dark only keeps others away and is repelled.

As a result of a dark sink by heartless comparison, "That girl is dark," she was in a vicious circle of being rated even more negative.

- On Moon Rain, there are two young moons. One is a full moon, and one is a new moon. They say there are two things, visible, one moon of hope.

It is said that it was sung by some bard.

Some of the uncomfortable were amused and spread it.

Since then, the two have called one "Princess of the Full Moon" and "Princess of the Hope Moon". And the other one was called "Princess of the Crescent Moon" and "Princess of New Year's Eve".

December of the year 1205 of sacred history.

There was a visitor in the Third Princess's room.

"Oh, it's been a long time, Claudia. Is it bigger than before?"

It was one old man who showed up.

It is Effmont, a prophet called The Wandering Wise.

He was a man of tremendous magic and predictability, until the whole continent contended and hoped.

This old magician is the home of Queen Tineke, the mother of Claudia, the Marquis of Ventelshoven, a pattern of cordiality.

On that edge, both the Third Princess face each other again and again.

"Dear Mr. Effmont......! Long time no see......!

Claudia welcomed the visitor with a smile.

How many people would know that was the first smile for her in a long time?

"Ho. Kids are best off fine. See, souvenirs."

"Thank you. Master Effmont, do you always give me something unusual?

Take it, Claudia laughs couscous.

What an old man of his own brought was a sewing set for children.

Among men of noble stature, women who prefer embroidery and knitting, are indeed.

But when it becomes a gift to a princess of a country, usually expensive things like gems are a classic.

But the previous souvenir was painting paper, and before that it was clay.

As a result, among Claudia, Effmont is rated as "the one who gives me something unusual".

But the wandering old sorcerer is not giving them pointlessly.

I wanted this girl, who thinks like her grandson, to look for something to enthusiast about.

He had a pale expectation that some of the things he gave might dig up this daughter's hidden talents.

"So Master Effmont. What was your business today?

"Mm-hmm. Well, it's not me. It's the Elves' Chamber of Commerce that I'm buying souvenirs from, but next time, we're going to have a new menu, right? I have that tasting. I don't know, Claudia. Why don't you and your lord attend?

"- Tasting, is it..."

Moments, the eyes of a young princess bring the colour of fright.

Getting out in public for her means being compared to her sister, who was born the same year.

Must be compared and disparaged again.

That's what I assume.

And what would actually happen if exposed to the crowd was applauding the problem.

"... well, it's an invitation, but I..."

"Yes, sir. Excuse me for a second."

At that time, there were those who came in casually and at will.

"Huh!? So, who...!?"

That was the first person Claudia saw.

No, it was the first race I saw.

But I know it exists.

"Eh, elf......!

"It's a high elf. Don't ever go wrong there. - I'll catch your eye for the first time. I am a miserable slave in the devil's chamber of commerce, named Mis."

"Huh? Yes, the... Excuse me?"

In a strangely people-fed attitude, the Third Princess lowers her head as she blacks and whites her eyes.

The old magician exhaled in a frightened manner.

"This is it, Miss. I haven't called you yet."

"Isn't that nice? I should have come out soon anyway. Besides, Grandpa Eph is an asshole, so I thought it would be quicker for me to move on. I'm a woman who can, so I am."

"A habit much older than mine, after calling Grandpa...!

"Please don't talk nonsense. I'm only seventeen. It's not a peach."

"Ho. Teen's...? So where the hell was the drunken high elf I met when I was a nose saucer?

"I don't know what Grandpa used to say, do I? You're always drunk. Because you're Grandpa Eph. Even then, it must have been a snake. Didn't I mistake you for another beautiful high elf?

"You haven't been drinking since you were a kid! Not at all, this one! After a dignified emptiness......! My boss's hard work."

Claudia is overwhelmed by the sudden roll-out of low-level intercession.

It would have been terminal to say that she was not playing a clown to relax her.

"Well, I don't care about the dementia old man shit at this point."

With a flashing efmont on his ass, a tiny high elf, one cough.

"A tremendously delicious dish has been developed this time. After the tasting, it's a contract to boil the subject down. You don't have a hand to miss, do you? There isn't, is there?

I'm going to a place where people get together...

The words darkened Claudia's expression again.

- I don't want to go.

It doesn't matter if you don't eat.

I really didn't want to go into a group that knew me.

"Hmm."

Chick elves, snort greatly.

"Well, there are places where people don't want to go. I don't want to go to the chairman's room, either. I don't like going over there."

"In your case, you deserve it."

"There you are. Then Grandpa Eph. Any ideas on how this young lady could eat a delicious new menu and not get noticed?

"Lord, call the royal daughter..."

"'Cause you're not actually a toddler. Besides, high elves are more honorable than human royalty. Phew."

So, give me a plan.

Mis asks Effmont again.

"Oops. There is. Not you, Mis. Lord, only bad wisdom works. I brought you here."

"That's called a 'round throw'. What, if you think you invited me outside of a rare drinking party and bacci, would you leave it to the woman who can? Unworthy."

"Say anything. Look, it's for Claudia. Sassy and wise, yes."

"Expensive, isn't it?

"Hey, what? You're going to demand the price!?"

"Naturally. A humble human spirit borrows a noble, lovely fountain of high elf wisdom, doesn't it? It's natural to pay for alcohol."

Claudia had never heard the mysterious word "pay for alcohol," etc.

I guess I'll never hear of it again.

"Lord, I thought Deborah and I wrapped up some money from me last night!

"That's the result of the battle. Self-responsibility to gain or lose. Except for paying for this."

"Grunt..."

After a toothpick, the old man dropped his shoulder and reluctantly agreed.

"Huh. That's a deal. I hope the young lady eats a delicious new menu and doesn't get noticed around her?

The Third Princess, who has made attendance a default route, is gracing.

"Oh, you know, Master Effmont, I..."

Claudia.

The old man gently clapped his hands on his head.

"I'm not going to know the darkness your Lord has. I'm not sure I can handle that any time soon. But I want you to have the courage to take a step from there. No, should I say I want you to try to hold it?

"Wow, I..."

"It's okay. Mis isn't a lazy, scumbag, helpless woman, but just believe in bad wisdom. Yes."

"Hey."

The High Elf flashed at the old man's words, and Claudia looked up.

The look and atmosphere, not his words, made her believe in the old man.

Even I don't want to be in the dark all the time.

If you can shake it off, I want to shake it off.

I thought so.

"Okay, I got it. Take me…"

"Oops. I decided to. That's all. You're a fine man, aren't you?

I sneeze and stroke my hair. Those eyes, they're gentle everywhere.

Right next to him, a tiny elf clapped his hands.

"Hey, that's a fine line. Because of my ability to predict, I want to persuade you to listen to a dick who says that the whole world is his enemy."

"Will you shut up!

Claudia was surprised by the old man's words.

She had only seen his face as a favorite.

"In my case, some little elf corrected me with his fist. You can step out with your own legs."

The old magician said so, closing one eye.

Claudia's feelings were fixed at this time.