Life with my Little Sister

Play the third day of Cyril scattered, early at night.

"Mmmm...... From outside the house, I feel the pressure of mystery......!

I feel a strange aura from around the end of dinner.

That's similar to getting a silent glance, feeling like you're being asked for something.

(Well, I'm going to talk about whether I can go outside or not...)

My Angel was in a good mood, so if I put him to sleep, he wouldn't say that I would miss him and I would stare.

I approach the window with a fling.

Under a large tree illuminated by a pale moon, 'The Man' stands.

(Uh-huh... It's faceless, but it feels like you're being watched)

The source of the pressure will undoubtedly come from Mighty Char.

I also thought I'd take a 'good night' jazz to try... but I stopped.

Such a terrible thing cannot be turned into a boulder.

Make sure everyone is asleep, use the blockade as well, just in case, and then go outside.

"Abel, Komban -"

Covered up, blocked.

A little white hand grabbed my sleeve.

…………

Abel is silent.

However, there is no sign of releasing the tightly pinched clothes.

…………

Our pretty teacher is staring at this one jizzily.

"Um... Abel......?

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"Abelu......? Abel...?

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Uhm......

You won't talk to me.

I'm also allergic to trying to force you to talk, and shall we wait a little?

As she remained silent for a while, the elf girl groaned with a slight potpout.

"… two days"

"Yeah?"

"... for two days, I couldn't talk to Al"

…………

Complete the process.

Is that what this is about?

"Eh. Abel."

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"I miss not being able to talk to Abel either"

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Abel's beauty is similar to ice craftsmanship.

Delicate, but cold.

Touch it and it's going to break, and it's hard to get close.

It's actually just a cute creature, but from a stranger's point of view, it seems to me that's how it feels.

I heard my words. Mighty Char remained faceless and only dyed her cheeks red.

Looks like the ice maker lit up the heat.

(Ah. Fingers off)

I was grabbing my clothes and I was leaving.

Wasn't it lit up? Abel wore a crust and a hat deep in her eyes, but this one is still shorter, so you can see her pretty face better. Nice ears today, too.

"... Al"

The master pointed to the root of the tree.

It seems to me that we should sit over there and talk.

Abel remains as faceless as ever, but she seems to be in a better mood because her ears are moving.

But in fact, I'm glad Abel can talk, too, and it's fun.

Past events that all who live in the present do not know.

nameless but hard-working people.

already extinct flora and fauna.

The stories of the teachers who had seen them with their eyes were invaluable.

Valuable information that cannot be obtained by piling up thousands of dollars.

I guess I should be well aware of the good fortune of knowing the unreachable past.

Spending time with Abel is a blissful time in itself, regardless of the rarity of the story.

Nothing.

At last, I love this master.

Definitely, the best in this world.

Even if there are other places in the same ratio, there is no shake in being number one.

So really.

Even casual conversations you'll forget tomorrow are precious everywhere.

I had a lot of conversations with Abel under the tree until I knew the moon was moving.

"Welcome home, Al"

I came back to my bedroom, and I was surprised.

She was awake when she thought she was asleep.

(No...? Did I wake you? I didn't make any noise, and I use the magic of blocking the signs...?

My mother, still holding her two beloved daughters, who slept easily, laughed hehe.

"I'm Al's mom. You know what I mean when my kids come back?

I'm not even angry.

I don't even have a worried bare hand.

I mean, I guess you're looking forward to what I did with Abel.

"Yes, Al, come here, too"

My mother pounding the duvet.

Tell him to get in the futon and stick to it.

Sleeping in the same bed isn't a rush, but it's a bit embarrassing to stick around and sleep.

"If you don't come, your mother's gonna cry, okay?

What a threat...

I have no choice.

I think I'll stop by Phee's side.

"Hehe...... I..."

My sister, who was supposed to be asleep, said that kind of sleep when I stuck around.

"Heh heh. You can see that Al's here, too, can't you? Fee, you really love Al, don't you?

My Angel hits me back and forth automatically and holds me tight.

When you get here, you're already in the realm of instinct.

Ahhh...... Come on, who's with you?

"Thank you, Al, huh?

"Yeah? What?

"About Abel. 'Cause that girl, she's pretty lonely in there."

I knew you knew where I was going.

But there is one correction.

"I didn't go because I thought Abel missed you. I missed Abel, too."

"... Al is Al, and you love Abel."

Mother laughs bitterly.

And with Fee's hands away and free, he stroked my hair.

"Your mother likes that, Al."

I like my mother, too, but to put it into words straight is a little embarrassing.

Then My Mother laughed happily when she saw my expression. Apparently, it's a prospect.

"It's good to be me, Al or Fee's mom"

I'm glad you said that, but my mother must have put a lot of love into it, even if the child she was born with wasn't me or Fee.

My mother really likes the very existence of a child.

"Mom, you looked like you were having fun helping out with the nursery."

"Yes! Me, I love babies! If it's true, Al's brother and sister wanted a lot, too."

If Mr Stefanus had had merit, would the Crane Puts have become a large family?

"If I worked for my mother, I might have chosen a nursery."

"Yeah! I must have been a star of Heroit!

The loss of the vocal band was a childhood story......

The nasal songs that are heard in the bath all the time seem arrogant.

"But Al's right, it might be fun to take care of the kids. Rebecca, I envy you."

My mother cares so much about spending time with us. You can say it's a strain of heart.

But that's why I want you to find something else.

I don't know about me, but Phee might leave in time with his wife.

I want my mother to be worthy of anything but our care.

(Is it for a very small nursery or a mother?

That's a dream like no other.

There must actually be a lot of hurdles if we're going to make it happen.

My mother doesn't have much freedom to go out in the first place.

If we go back to Cyril, we'll have more freedom, and I'm sure we'll be free to show our faces in the nursery where Mother Hatcoz works.

(If it's the Wang capital, the land...)

The king's capital is the kingdom's key.

Therefore, the purchase of land is noisy.

In the capital, for example, there is a man named Alto Crane Putt, but this guy is a bastard and an unrecognized bitch.

Such a person cannot purchase the land of the King's capital.

Depending on the location, renting is impossible.

Not without gold, but by position.

We're going to live, which also means we're going to go out with those 'born' things.

In that regard, I guess adventurers are easy in a way.

What's the matter is meritocracy. Achievement is more important than birth.

(I know adventurers are dangerous, so I'm unmotivated though)

Either way, even if I try to take one piece of land, I have no reason to detain myself to the King's Capital.

If you look to the future, I guess you should consider different options.

However, I would like to prioritize my mother's hopes and Fi's future.

"Al, are you thinking of something difficult again?

My mother peeks into my face.

I want my mother to always take it easy on me.

"... no. I wish I could stay close to my family."

"That's okay! 'Cause, Mother, what Al and the others love."

Though my mother's words had no basis, I was kind of glad that 'I like' was at the centre.

"Hehehe...... Abel's not here, and the Pheasants are asleep, so just a little more tonight, you can have your mother alone, can't you?

My mother moved cleverly to keep Marimo awake and hugged me every fi.

(I want this guy to be happy too)

That's what I thought again, talking nasty to my mother.