Life with my Little Sister

Hello.

This is Mis, a pathetic worker who is trapped by ghosts and charged with intact intense duties every day.

Grandpa Eph called me in today, and I'm coming to the city at night.

If you think you've finished your painful labor, then you're dealing with an old man with no flowers. I'm not happy at all.

Now the meal won't go through your throat either.

"Holy shit, Mis! Just because it's a treat for me, eat it without any hesitation...!

"That's rude. I'm not shy, am I? Or do you want to see me being serious? You want to see it? Fine. If that's what you want, I'd be happy to show it to you. - I'm a clerk. I'm going to add a round grill and a lever for pigs. - Hey!

"Ah, here, here! My nostalgia, my lord would have known!

"I don't know. In the first place, you beat me and Deborah yesterday."

I do the trick of pinching the cards.

Then my grandfather's face in front of me clouded.

"What 'won'! Let's call that bait! As soon as you raised the rate, you swept me all together!

"I don't like it. There's no way you can win that conveniently. It was only at that time that Grandpa Eph's twitch dropped."

Mostly, this is the Mass Dining Room and Mass Tavern.

It is not the coming of a high elf who is inherently as noble as I am.

It's like a lot of stinky, unclean adventurers.

You doubt Effmont's common sense to call a weak, delicate girl like me to a place like that.

"What do you say! You're not making a scene in a fancy restaurant, and you're not going through your throat!

I am saying that there is no such thing as Grandpa Eph. You're a perfectly rude old man.

"I don't care about your shit. Do you have any soul guts that you want to go out of your way to summon me for a treat? Unlike you, I'm busy. If you need anything, just say it."

"What are you so busy with? When you have a terrible hangover, make it a 'voluntary half-time break'!

"It's only natural for you to rest because you're ill, isn't it? Until the evil deputy falls, but are you going to tell him to work? The world's workers haven't shut up, have they?

"You are insulting the workers of the world, Lord! Not at all, as always, a hell of a guy!... well yeah. It's not true that I have business. Actually, I want you to introduce me to someone."

With munchkins and liver roasting on my cheeks, Effmont is there.

This grandfather eats well for you at your age, doesn't he?

I don't think I'm in a position to get sick of people's appetite.

"Introducing people?

"Bye. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't ask for it."

"Ha... Don't tell me you fell in love with a high elf for an inferior species of human being, Grandpa Eph? Not to mention how qualitative I can be the cupid of good love, it's nice to introduce a noble elf tribe to a short, old man. Oh, if you're our chairman, you can always let Shou leave the office, right? If she were to retire, it would be easy for me to do the same - no, because there would be fewer officials that would make her cry."

"There are too many scratch points, I don't know what to do. I don't know, I can just talk about perplexity and paranoia."

You're a rude grandfather.

My mouth only speaks the truth.

"So. Grandpa Eph, who the hell do you want me to introduce you to?

"Oh. That's..."

A white beard moved with a mogomor and gave me his name.

That was the name of an unexpected person.

The next day.

I'm taking my colleague, Jantine, to a certain mansion.

There, you have the person you want.

"... Senior Mis, aren't you going to walk a little on your own?

A high elf in the security department says that, rocking the ponytail.

But that's a stupid question.

Since ancient times, people have horses to make things easier.

Then isn't it natural for me to ride?

It's like throwing away balls and picking up tiles, such as walking on the ground, throwing away advantages. It's impossible.

"I was going to put my stuff on Tarika, but I can't do that either because I have seniors on board"

"Your forged arm is meant to hold heavy baggage. I'm weak, so you say I'm riding a fruit horse. Naturally."

"He said he was weak... Instead of the Chamber of Commerce, I think even if we look at the whole High Elf tribe, we can only count those who are stronger than Senior Mis..."

"That's a big misunderstanding. 'Looks like Mis got hit. He's the weakest of the high elves...' cause that's what I'm in. But I can't, can I? My value lies in my adoration and beauty. It doesn't sell strength, so it doesn't matter if you're weak."

"... Our chief of security, Senior Mis, asked me to come"

"I don't like it. I'm not going anywhere near the smell! Absolutely! Yes, absolutely!

If I were the ruler of the law, I'd make "Sweat Stink Sin" and make it strictly enforceable.

Being unclean is a sin.

No, I can't.

I won't forgive you.

"... before I do, I think I should create 'The Sin of Alcohol Stinks'..."

The horse's tail elf says something. But it's a shame. I didn't hear you very well.

"Huh? Is that Mr. Mitchemon?

A boy who remains stuck with his toddler like no other is making his eyes black and white on my words.

That would be so.

No one normally remembers such a dead old man.

He wants to meet someone who just said hello once, etc.

It would also be natural to be suspicious.

"Don't worry, it's not like suspicious sales, is it? Only there, let me assure you this. Especially if something happens, I won't take responsibility for it."

"What the hell is a guarantee..."

"It doesn't matter what those things are. Because I was bought here by my grandfather, so if you don't say yes, I'm in trouble."

"Um... No, I can't go out easily in the first place."

"Please use Takazu there. If I add a touch of sweetness to your favor, that one would be chocolate, wouldn't it?

I put the dessert I brought as a souvenir.

This isn't him, it's a nose pill that lets Takazu and his family smell him.

Even though alt boys are children, they don't even rejoice in giving sweets.

As with the atmosphere, is it because of the sadness in the contents like some tired worker?

"Yes! Here comes the sweet one! Phew, I like sweet! I like it! Phew, I want this!

"You can eat it, but you also brush your teeth properly, okay? And then, like, we could have dinner?

"Phew, I'm fine! The rice is delicious! I don't eat it, it's impossible! Phew, I'll change today!

He caresses his head in a gentle tone, while paying attention to his sister.

Is this bullshit? Or are you just spoiling it? Well, either is fine.

Yeah, me, too, I'm getting bumpy eyes every day, so you want a lover who can spoil me all you want.

No. If you're going to spoil me, it doesn't have to be my lover.

"But Mr. Mitchemon doesn't need me... The whole thing, what the hell...?

"There's, uh, dead trees. Ask them."

"Dead Oki, is it?

"That's right. For your grandfather's sake, he's only tall with a hyoro, so he's a dead tree. Well, a coarse decaying tree, but I don't mind."

"... Mr. Mis is spicy on Mr. Michaemon, isn't he?

"Interpersonal is a mirror, if you ask me. So this is how many of that grandfather's disrespectful deeds are reflected and stabbed. That dead tree has made me cry more than once."

Hey?

A tired boy is looking at this one with jito eyes. So you don't believe me, do you?

A mass of suspicion at this age is a sad thing.

I'm sure the condition of being born into a concubine's child has raised him to a 'personality you can't help but suspect others'.

The environment makes people.

Even if I continue to stay in such a miserable workplace, this clean heart like fresh snow in the mountains will one day be tarnished.

"So, what do you think? Can I see you in hiding?

"It depends on Abel, huh? If she's busy, I don't feel compelled to ask."

You're the same Takazu, this kid.

This is an alley, isn't it?

If we don't shoot off Takazu first, that's a pattern we can't talk about.

"Then please tell Takazu. While Alto Crane Putt is meeting with a textile inquirer, when this mis entertains him with a lovely dessert. Both luxury and limited editions are more dull."

If we catch it, we can push it against our chairman of commerce later.

No damage to my purse.

But it was the toddler girl who was stuck with the boy who reacted with the piqun to my words.

"Yes! Dessert! Phew, I want dessert!

"Yeah. That's the dessert Fee's eating right now, huh?

The tired atmosphere boy eventually said as he muddled his sister's mouth.

"I dare you, I will ask Abel. Is the formal reply okay then?

"Yeah, sure. Tomorrow, I'll ask you again."

Grandpa Eph summoned me, came to the noble mansion, and then went back and forth the next day, and I got an O.K. from him.

(Well, Effmont. From here on, it's up to you...)

For some reason, Chairman Haunted pushed me to do a lot of work. I can't help it.

And then be the wild. Be the mountain.