Life with my Little Sister

It's obvious...

In winter, it's cold.

As much as I don't want to leave the futon, it's cold.

If this is lazy living alone, I can stay as much as I want.

But I have to be an example to Phee in this world. You can't just say, "It's cold..." or something like that, and you're screwing around in a futon.

"Miu Miu...... It's cold out there!

I wish I could. My sister, who insisted and executed that she wanted to go outside, stuck to me with a cold body.

"Noah! Cold!"

"My body is warm! Phew, I brought it back a little!

Oh, my body temperature sucks...

"Yes! Phew, I got a good idea! Back to your room!

He squeezes my hand cuddly and slowly returns to his detachment.

And in front of me is the figure of My Angel, who executed the 'good idea'.

"Yes! This! Huffs, I'll use this!

Like a rough guy wrapped around a bear's fur.

My Angel is wearing a blanket from his head and his arms are spread out.

"Holy shit, I'm stuck with Phew! Phew, warm too! It's warm!

Keep your arms wide open and pretend your body.

He's complaining with his expression as soon as possible.

"Look, Fee. Gyu!

"Gyu!

When I snuggled, My Sister wrapped me in a blanket.

Keep falling in and rolling around on the floor.

Crane put brothers and sisters can make spinning sushi.

"Hahaha! This is funny! Phew, I like it!

"Already! Phee, Al! Can't we just ram in your room?

My mother pissed me off......

Inside that My Mother's arm is the figure of a brunette baby who sleeps easily.

I don't know, it's Marimo.

That girl seems to have gained a little power since she ate a golden apple for Phee's birthday.

Only when my mother was stuck with me could my transformation not be solved even when I was asleep.

Well, for that matter, I've also increased the amount of 'meals' I need.

Abel is struggling to find a place for pure spirits because of this' feeding ground problem '.

Anyway, Noir eats a lot.

There is not enough magic in the lined feeding grounds to maintain the body, and the spirits in the vicinity will be deprived of their rice. Then we fall together.

Furthermore, since she is a pure spirit, the 'quality' of the magic she consumes is also extremely important.

In normal magic, they become 'undernourished' everywhere humans say they are.

Quantity and quality.

Combining these two, the Pure Spirit said it was the first time he could live.

So, what can satisfy it is a choice, whether to give the expensive demon stones handled by the Chamber of Commerce or to feed on the magic of Fee and Abel.

In other words, so far my home is the best environment this daughter can live in.

And speaking of the environment...

"Ma..."

Sleeping Marimo grabbed my mother's clothes, cum.

Seems unconsciously sweet.

"Mother and Noir, they're like real parents and kids, aren't they?

That's right.

That girl has a fusi who has recognized our home as her own family.

Even in the Earth world, I hear it's hard to attribute protected wildlife to nature, but I'm a little anxious that this daughter will do the same.

"Heh heh. Noir is the sister of Al and Phee."

She's a mother, too, and she seems to have motherhood for this girl.

I'm a troubled person, so I thought I'd cry when I broke up.

"... I think Lucica is extra emotional because she likes to be sweet"

"Ah. Abel. Welcome home."

"...... hmm. I'm home."

Abel, coming back from the outside, comes to our side in a curly state.

"... Al has been unnaturally (...) calm since he was a child, and Fee has been perfect for Al since the moment he was born. Neither, because they were normally sweet children"

Such, you don't have to invest in the 'unnaturally' part......

"Well! I think Al should be sweeter on me... Like Fee snuggles up on Al, I always want to be sweet on the kids too......!

What about a son who can't leave his mother?

So you're happy?

"I want to be sweet. You know how I feel about wanting to stick around."

Suddenly, a new voice sounded.

Seeing, there is the figure of Mr. Fennel, who acted together in Cyril.

She should have been dispatched over there in connection with the eel, but would you say she came back to the king's capital?

"Mr. Fennel, why are you here?

"Long time no see, Master Alto. And all of you."

He's in a state of wraps with Fee. Master High Elf holding me in place.

My mother and MySister reacted to the behavior of clinging and at the same time said, "Ah! shouted."

She doesn't care and smiles at me.

"Cyril got a better paragraph, so I came back to that report. We met Takazu perfectly on our way to the Chamber of Commerce, and before we went to the main office, we wanted to say hello."

When I get back to the head office, I can't come this way with a job pickle, and Mr. Fennel whispers.

I knew you were busy, Shorcina Chamber of Commerce.

Has it gotten painful in the sneak, out of her chest, a squirrel-shaped squirrel tottle pops up.

Tottle rushed over to you at first sight when he found his mother, and climbed onto his shoulder and began to cheek.

So is Mr. Henriette's E-chan, Mother. Fine, are animals going to like you? My mother, who was thirsty to be sweet, seems very happy.

"Oh, this is a souvenir. Sorry to disturb you so quickly, but I bought it there."

Once you let us go, Mr. Fennel will give you a bunch of baked sweets.

Similar to my immediate supervisor, it's not as good as it looks.

She stayed put and also made me tea.

It feels familiar.

You're someone who can do this right, too.

But when they're done, how about you snuggle me up again soon?

Still, I guess the reason my sister doesn't burst out is because she's holding it in her pheasant.

"Hehe. You're both soft"

It's been a long time since 'exercising privilege' and she seems in a good mood too.

"Master Lucica is holding a baby of pure spirits, isn't she? They seem comfortable to hold."

I was in Cyril, and you seem to know about Marimo.

She said that in quite a position, important information is often shared, and so on.

Especially since she knows what's going on at home, so she'll have a lot of opportunities to deal with it in the future.

"Ugh. Are you saying you're Noir? Isn't she cute?

"Yes, very much! I'd like to snuggle."

Marimo is praised and her mother seems happy.

You're really becoming a mother.

"So how's Cyril's reconstruction going?

"You're faster than you expected. I'm sure it's because we have the manpower."

According to Ms Fennel's explanation, many of the adventurers also participate in the reconstruction work.

You think Count Asel is temporarily hiring the adventurers from all over the place that Grandpa Shark called in to guard the festival, as it were, for expensive and reconstruction projects, and is working on it on a steep pitch?

Other members of the Knights have spared no effort in sending them to the scene to help develop the city.

"Some adventurers were children of blacksmiths and carpenters. The Count has divided them into jobs for each background, placing them in place of materials. We are also not experiencing financial anxiety as we give temporary jobs and beds to residents, widows and orphans who have lost their homes and places of work. With all that disaster out there, the city is calm besides thoughts. It would be because the rulers responded quickly and did not kettle in money. I was wondering if the prestige of the Count Asel family is growing more than it was before the Ningro disaster."

She was sticking with Cyril, so she said she had made it to the acquisition of land for the sale of swamp dojo, but if she had assumed a normal rate of reconstruction, she might not have been able to purchase first-class land.

"Hehe. It was painful to hold back all the land the Melrose Foundation wanted..."

Mr. Fennel has a rare black grin.

You don't like Melrose either.

"And then there's your inner Shark. He was a tenacious commander, but when you have an arrowhead plot of land and you have a strong local love, the scene is different."

Grandpa seems like a tough guy too......

Is it moving without rest, from before the festival to the present? I'm afraid I can't impress you.

Others were also told that the military uniform's home, the Viscount Baumann family, was actively putting in personnel and money and was striving to rebuild, while the Viscount Denen family, which seemed to have been sagging with Menno, was terribly passive for support other than its own land and breathtaking people and was buying the disapproval of the residents.

What baffled me was when I heard that in Cyril, besides the consolation tablet, a story was being raised about how to build an altar dedicated to Master Mejed.

At the October auction, I also heard that it was the church that bought Phee's clay workmanship, so I was carefully exploring the trend.

In case Master Mejed is certified by the Church as a cult or divine enemy, it's because if he makes an altar, it will be noisy.

But to the people of Cyril, the white god who defeated the demons and saved the people is popular besides thoughts, and even the Count of the doer seems to suffer from the treatment of Master Mejed.

In part, there have also been criticisms of the fact that it was used to fund reconstruction, but that it was a 'punishment' for letting go of the 'idol' found in the nursery? I'm sorry about this boulder.

The Cyril catastrophe is something that happened right in front of me, so I'm not exhausted of interest, but on the other hand, some kids got tired of it.

"Yay, yay! Phews, again, phews! I enjoy that one!

Well, for a four-year-old, I wouldn't be interested in a story like this.

Fee points at the blanket and invites me.

Marimo, on the other hand, who was held by her mother, glanced at her, shocked to see a small animal stuck around her 'mother' before she knew it.

"Ma! Ma!

This one's pulling her mother's clothes, too, trying to distract her.

"Heh heh. So, shall we go around together?

Looks like Mother's gonna come over to us and screw the whole family.

"Now, as you cross the line, let this fennel be added to the occasion!

It seems that the Elves of the Chamber of Commerce intend to join.

She's fine, too, you're going to insist.

Mother and Mr. Fennel dock, me, Fee and Marimo together.

Tortle added, and then I just wrap my blanket around it...

"Look, Abel, come here, too, come?

My mother invites me.

"... I'm good. I don't like being touched by my body."

"No! Because we're family!

I get up completely and I'm forced to bring him in.

If you think calmly about being a dough with a blanket because you're family, that's lame reason, right?

Whether you've noticed it or not, Abel seems reluctant to say it, but she's been following us closely.

"Yes, all of us, geez!

"Gyu!

"... Gyu..."

For a while now, we were stunned.