Life with my Little Sister

Night.

Aletta, who came back to the empty house, was thinking about Ditto's cleric.

The name of the person in question is Missiero.

Ditt said, a fine man.

"Master Missiello is like worried about all the tragedies of this world. Cry for people, laugh for people. That's the way it is."

Even so, it was Aletta who only came up with the idea of "is it true?".

"There's no such thing as a lump of goodness!

That's what the elf doctor decided.

According to Ditto, it was in the first place that Missiello appeared in the village, lamenting that there were no doctors in the three villages.

Since then, they've come to see the fold.

The last time I showed up was just the day before Aletta arrived, and it would be a miscalculation.

He said he was in tears about 'odd disease' at that time.

"That's a lie. If you just mourn, you can have kids. Even if he's a real good guy, it's not the same as doing nothing if he can't get results......!

In any case, Missiello was unilaterally positioned as an important reference person within Aretta.

I would like to grab Michiello himself or around Tobias and listen to him for once.

"... ha"

So she sighs loudly.

Physical fatigue increases with each passing day.

"Before we go to bed, should we make some nourishing medicine?

The dispensing tools placed on the desk have not been cleaned up yet.

Hundreds of millions, but with a little bit of hands?

That's what I thought, arrowhead, her long ears picked up the footsteps.

There is one number.

And very tiny.

It only seemed to belong to the child.

(Who, maybe a rat? It's not a mess to walk alone with a child at this hour. I have to scold you for this......!

The footsteps that come to the front of the house turn into knocks.

It's understated, but it's a clear beating.

It was a way to make me feel a certain way of doing things.

You can come in.

Aletta, who assumes to be a rat, is allowed to enter the room.

But it was someone she had never seen who opened the door and showed up.

(Child...!? But you're not the kid I saw in the village, are you? In the first place, the clothes you're wearing belong to the city...)

The child was carrying a large bag.

As a child, you have a truly honest face, so much so that you may be able to attract many women in the future just because of their appearance.

On the other hand, the atmosphere surrounding me is terribly tedious, creating signs as if it were a worker at the time of his fall.

He was an odd boy, completely inconsistent with his appearance and atmosphere.

After he looked straight at Aletta's face, he gave her a childless courtesy that adults would make a business partner of, and spoke up.

"Aletta Sun, is that Death?

It was a terrible, terrible tone.

It also enters the world that a child whose language acquisition is lagging behind, but in his case it was not this case, but a way of speaking that deserved to be described as' one word '.

"Yeah, but who are you? Why are you wandering outside at this hour? Where are the guardians?

To an early arrow question, he looked just a little troubled and windy.

"Ahead, tell me, Mass. I know myself, Sauruan, only a little bit, Nye. Talk, still difficult Death. If you're listening, what toka"

Speak slowly as if remembering a freshly remembered word.

"Myself, Alto, Cloud Imus. Parents, I'm right next door. Elves I met in this village with you."

"... of that girl?

A silent, faceless elf appeared behind Aletta's brain.

"So you're saying you came here with that girl's use or something? That girl, if you say so, I haven't heard her name yet."

………… Name, I don't know, Death?

"Yeah. What's her name?

To the words he casually heard, the boy showed a conceivable trick.

He whispers and whines something.

"Aye, no, Bee. Different na......"

"Huh? What? What the hell is that?

"Oh, no. She, her name, Siebelly Mass."

"Siebel? Huh. That's a name I don't know."

To those words, the boy is bitterly laughing at why.

"So, what's Siebel's guardian for?

"Myself, Dr. No, keep an eye on me, I need to. I was used."

"Watchdogs? Did you discover anything suspicious? So you're here to use it?

"Hi. Aletta Sun, Doctor, Heard Ta"

"Yeah. I'm a doctor. That's excellent, too."

Humph, laughing, but the look on his face is flattering.

With a few days of stay and research, the materials I brought in were starting to bottom-up.

Of course there are things you can pick around, but many you can't get without going back to your home or inside.

The child, named Alto, offered Aletta a large bag.

"Myself, Dr. No, this, Aletta Sun. Needed, thought, gave, asked"

"You mean the provision of materials and materials? I'm glad to hear that, but I'm not satisfied with the slightly softer quality that my surgeon uses, am I?

It was Aletta, even though she said it, who thought she was' helpful 'inside.

And then open the bag and open your eyes.

"Heh heh!? This...... heh!?"

There's a bunch of super first-class materials out there.

While Aletta would like to use some of them, they range from their rarity and price to products that were finally out of hand.

How many medicines can you create with this kind of product?

How much research goes on.

Where did Siebel and Yado get this delicacy?

Asking the boy where he came from, he shook his head.

"I'm sorry, Cy. I don't know, Death..."

"... right? You can't just tell a kid, you can't teach him."

"If you, Dr. No, and Aletta Sun, to that extent, are you necessary? Can you use it?"

"Hmm. That faceless woman also seemed to know I was an excellent doctor. If it's a scarce material, it should be entrusted to someone who can handle it. Did you say alto or something? Did you make the right choice, Master?

As Aletta fluttered, the boy had a pulling grin.

But the elf doctor, whose gaze is toward the ceiling, doesn't realize that.

Aletta, who starts the material exchange with a groan, stops her hand along the way.

"Oh my God, it's got becuma leaves in it. This mix of useless weeds is just amateur work. Well, other materials are good to use."

To the words, a child with a tired atmosphere tilted his neck.

"Bekma, no need......?

"Yeah, 'cause this isn't the potion material."

"Huh -?"

What are you talking about, this girl - she gets hit with such a gaze, Aletta turns her willow brow upside down.

"What? Are you complaining?

"Complain, no Death. But, Bekuma, I thought I'd use it."

"Ha!? You say a lot to me, a good medic? Or what? You're gonna tell me you have more arms than I do?

Staring, the boy shook his head with a boom.

But that look also doesn't look frightening.

That makes me very angry.

"I ask you an attempt, are you also good at dispensing?

"... myself, Dr. No, to, being taught mass"

"Huh? That girl? Knowledge of drugs? Because he's a magician, isn't he?

"But myself, Dr. No, medicine, good"

Absolute trust could be seen in the eyes of the child in front of him.

To Aletta, I don't like that.

Someone who makes medicine for one of the tricks of witchcraft is trusted, and his words, which he has punched into medicine, are seen with suspicion, and so on...!

"You said alto, didn't you? You can make pills, too, right?

"Medicine, a little of the hon. Preliminary no Preliminary dake......"

"Still good. There's a herb on the table there, right? That's a low-quality potion ingredient, isn't it? It's already shriveled and I've been worried about getting rid of it, but try making potions out of that and the vegan leaves."

"Huh -!?"

"Of course, if you don't want to, you can say no, okay? But in that case, you're gonna have to admit I'm more right than your teacher, right?

The effect of the word was surface.

Something like a strong determination dwelt in the eyes of a boy who was bewildered until a few moments ago.

"Yamatsu......!

"- Yeah. Then why don't you do it? The appliance is free to use around there. I'll tell you what, if you're gonna make a terrible pill, you're gonna have to apologize then, right?

As he bruised, the young boy stared back firmly at Aletta.

"Good pills, make, if they do, apologize, that way......!

"Huh. It will be good. I'm gonna keep my head down for you, kid, okay?

"Myself, don't...! Aye - Siebel, I apologize...!

Apparently, this child could not be allowed to be insulted more than he was about himself.

That was strange to Aletta as to where in that heartless girl there was an element that could win her trust so far.

"- Fine. My most respected. Let's swear to the 'ruin' high ancestors and promise to apologize, shall we?

The Elves smiled confidently.