Life with my Little Sister

My mother values her nap time very much.

The adage of the Earth's world that sleeping children grow up in is in this world, but my mother believes in it.

Especially though there seems to be other reasons why I'm sleepy too or I want to give Fi a break from constantly snoozing around.

So in the hammock, Crane Putt mother and daughter and Marimo are taking a friendly nap.

I think I should sleep if it's true myself, but it's still a child's body.

By the way, is it a form of poverty that makes you think 'what a waste of sleep'?

But while everyone is on vacation, they allocate it to their study time.

Abel's not here, so I'm sorry to her if I don't study properly.

As a disciple, I don't want to embarrass my master.

Studying is done in a separate room because it's bad if you wake everyone up with the sound of talking to yourself or the bumpy cuts.

This way, I opened my eyes. Although there is a problem with my angel crying out because I am not in my sight.

(If I can get to the good spot in Kiri, shall I make it again in the bottleship...? You don't want to sell it, you want to keep it decorated in your room, somehow)

Hold the study tool and open the door. So I was like, "Whoa!?"

Right in front of him was Abel.

I didn't speak out because the faceless Mighty Char had a freshly indexed finger and was posing as a whore.

Abel points in a quick and upward direction.

This would be a gesture to go to the attic.

I nodded and followed my master.

"Welcome back, Abel"

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

Abel laughed faintly just at her mouth.

Quiet, but a calm smile.

I like this smile itself, but I can't wait to be glad that this guy seems to be at peace with me.

But the smile quickly disappeared, leaving only a serious face.

"... Al"

"Yeah?"

"... I want no one to tell me what I'm about to tell you. To Lucica, to Fee."

There is no way I would refuse.

I don't even think Abel turned to a pointless secrecy, so I guess there's a good reason for that.

When I nodded, my mentor told me what had happened in the past few days.

"Parasites...... No, a parasitic species. I can't believe there was all that noise in the South."

I've heard some amazing stories.

If me or Fee had been born there, they might have been parasitized in no time.

My sister, I love playing with mud.

And the important thing is to say that this is not 'wind and earth disease', but 'intentional man-made disaster'.

Extremely, even tomorrow, the embryos of parasitic species may be scattered in the king's capital of Moonrayne.

To call it other HR, it's too serious.

"So, Abel. What am I supposed to do? There's something I can help you with, so you called me, didn't you?

If this arch elf could solve it on his own, he'd just say 'this happened' after he finished it all.

But I guess I need more help than I currently have a case in progress.

"... I didn't mean to involve Al, but I decided there was nothing more to it than help me. I'm sorry."

"Isn't that what Abel's apologizing for? It's not human resources. If we don't move here, Fey's in danger, too. So don't worry about it."

If you're going to say nagging to get involved in the first place, our house itself has been getting this elf-like involved for a long time.

I owe Abel a lot of money.

Then it wouldn't be a bad idea to return some of it when you can.

"... Al grew up a good kid"

"No, if this is also the master's purchase"

"... already"

They laughed bitterly, and they twisted my cheek.

Though it doesn't hurt at all because it's naturally powerless.

And what Abel took out was a bottled organ.

The viscera, which has been transformed by the sarcoma we were talking about, is floating in some kind of drug solution.

"You used to think it was a parasitic species with this look, didn't you? It just seems like an unusual organ."

"... because I have a soul life technique and magic sensation"

Oh, well.

Is that why you realize there is another organism?

When I was so impressed, Abel shook her head with clarity.

"... not so convenient. There are countless creatures in the human body. If the parasitic species are too fine, they cannot be distinguished from them. It grows to the detriment of the human body, releasing a high concentration of magic, and finally it can be identified. Even if Al now had a pre-growth parasitic species, for example, he likely wouldn't notice."

Certainly because neither magic sensing nor soul identification is' conveniently identifiable 'just because it' can be seen to exist '.

Especially when it gets to a certain size, though they know the pattern of magic and the traits of the soul, clarity and individuality.

"… the problem with parasitic species lies in the fact that it 'unleashes magic'"

"Say what?

"... organ melting. And rupture from the inside can be cloudy because magic builds up in the body and it stays damaged, which is close to magic clathrate melancholy."

"Melancholysis!

It's the one your village daughter's mom suffered from.

I did sneak into Queen Paula's bedroom last February, and it's still February, so don't talk about it for the first time in a year.

"… in other words, this parasitic species cannot be compared to organisms causing magic clay meltdown"

Complete the process.

So 'me'?

Surely I would be able to do something about the magic.

But...

"Even if we could kill parasitic species or fog magic, wouldn't there be a way to restore damage to already deformed organs and flesh?

"...... hmm. I mean, even with Al's power, there's no hitter except for early discovery. Patients who have already become serious can no longer be saved"

"It's a big deal!

I got myself out of it by accident.

Patients are still on the way to getting worse while I'm doing this, so my pace of action will remain the same and I will determine the number of people I can help.

"... Al. Relax."

They put a tiny hand on my shoulder.

"... the main point of this problem lies in locating the killer. If we can discover who brought in the embryo, if we can only treat it here, another land will be targeted."

"Mm..."

Surely that makes no sense.

At Abel's place, this is obviously intentional, and it doesn't mean that a dangerous organism happened to spill out in some kind of accident.

The reason is that parasitic species born from embryos do not have the 'power to leave their children'.

If it had breeding capacity, it would have spread to more land, and vice versa, if it had just spilled out in an accident, the disease would be over by the time several victims came out.

If it can be increased, it should not be possible to continue to cause damage.

In other words, to say that the damage is currently being done in a progressive manner would still mean that someone is scattering embryos.

"But even if we look for the killer, we have to figure out if it's alone or multiple."

"... probably alone. Even if it's more than one, I think it's a very small number."

"Why?

"… If there are more than one person, 'experiments' should be carried out in many places. But the only thing that's happening is very close land. I think this is a sign of poor behavior."

"It makes sense. So, is this an 'experiment' after all?

"... the behavioral principle of this parasitic species is none other than the killing of the host. The purpose of use is known from the beginning. And I also heard that this odd disease has a shorter period from onset to death than before. I think it means that we're experimenting with human beings in local villages until we're able to produce more than a certain rate of growth."

"Huh. In other words, they are still upgrading and improving their varieties. So, there's got to be a production plant somewhere, right?

Abel snorts at my words too.

Embryo Daiyuan.

We have to find out who did this.

(Cheng Cheng. Abel said he couldn't just treat her.)

Especially if this is the rationale of the "searching side," and people who suffer from the disease in their current progression and their families will want to say, "Please save me."

Will this also be said to be one of the two options?

If that were the case, we would have to give priority to 'those who exclude Dayuan'.

It's painful, but I can't help it all.

Abel told me what she wanted me to do after she went out, but before she did, she said she wanted me to do something.

"... first I want Al to see if he can interfere with this sarcoma."

Ah......

That's right.

If I can't interfere with 'these guys', all the assumptions will fall apart.

Put your hands on the bottle and let the magic flow.

So, I noticed.

"You're alive, you sarcoma"

"... it is special water containing magic that fills the interior. Parasitic species cannot continue to live, either, with guts detached from the human body. So it's soaked in the greatest nutrient of magic water to keep you from dying."

"It's a hands-on story."

Meditate and concentrate.

My magic tracked the magic water full of magic and I was able to touch everything inside the bottle.

(... There it is! There was a nucleus. Meet-kun I saw in Cyril, or close to 'the heart' during the Great Ice Plains. Is this the basic model of alchemy organisms, or is the 'producer' the same)

With force, the nucleus was crushed.

One of the sarcomas melts and squeezes like a pus crushed with his fingers.

Unlike the nucleus I've ever met, this parasitic species doesn't seem to have the 'ability to dodge'.

No, there's usually no way there's that.

Whatever it is, we know we can end it if we can interfere.

Abel is also nodding.

"... ask Al again. I want you to accompany me to the South."

"Sure, let me do that."

There's just one problem.

My dear sister.

I'm not even taking that girl to the danger zone, and what am I supposed to do?