Life with my Little Sister

The girl I hugged.

The girl, with her eyes hidden and facial expressions unseen, is shaking away-away in her arms.

Are you having a panic or are you extremely familiar with people?

"It's okay...?

Look me in the eye and talk to me - that's why I can't.

"Ah, ooh..."

Speaking, he stiffened rather than calmed down.

Maybe he's anthropophobic or masculine.

"Yes, Al. Alternate"

My mother, who saw how it was, approached me and lowered the fie in my arms to the ground.

"It's not a good idea!

My sister, who broke in with the girl, sees Mechacre as a gal as she hugs me and intimidates me.

"Meh! Take it, take it, take it!

"Ooh, ooh...?

I'm confused by Phee's words and actions, even as I continue to panic.

Is this better to calm My Angel down first?

"Look, Fee. I'm here, aren't I?

I'll give you a hug and keep an eye on him.

Make sure there's a distance between me and Mechacre, that you're there, and that she's not coming any closer to us,

"Miu Miu ~..."

I've been holding on tight.

Even if I'm still pumped, I'm not crying, so I feel like I'm in a better mood soon.

Meanwhile, Mechacre has a mother who's been free.

"Heh heh. Hello?"

"Oh, uh..."

"Are you all right? Calm down. - I'm Lucica. What's your name?

"Ooh, ooh..."

Mother softly embraced Mechacre, who was still frightened.

Soft way to wrap it up, as if I could even hang it for you with a blanket.

It was a hug as if you specialized in calming down your opponent as you put it.

(That's a way to make you feel cared for. It's completely different from when it hits Abel...)

Did the hugging work, Mechacre, gradually regained her composure?

"Ugh. Calm down?"

"Oh, ha, no..."

"Yeah. Because it's slow and good, right? So, what's your name?

"... a, so, su"

My voice is too loud, I can't hear you at all.

I know it's due to nervousness, but maybe the original voice volume is a poor kid.

Still, you have a beautiful voice.

"I just named you, but I'm Lucica. Nice to meet you, huh?"

My mother is smiling nicely, but I don't think she's looking at Mechacre's face subtly.

It feels like I'm deliberately out of focus.

Are you deliberately keeping your gaze out of sight in order not to frighten me?

"Where is your mom? Are you out of line?

"- Huh!"

When her mother asked, Mechacre made her jump the pickle and her body like she was in a panic.

I was running earlier, and I had something to rush, and I guess I remembered that.

"Oh, yeah...! Ah, child...! I need to find it...!

"Are you looking for someone? Is that your mother, or your father?

"Oh, well, that's... Huh!

"It's okay. Calm down? Who are you looking for?

"Well, the... Cat, is……. Tea, tiger's......"

Is that the little guy you just ran off to?

"Is that the kid with the red collar? So you ran over there just a little while before you got here?

"That child............!

When my mother turned this way, everyone nodded.

This is, "I want to help you find it, okay?," it would be an "OK" flow.

Our relatives, they're good people, right?

Shall I go ahead and guide my sister?

"Fee. Everybody, shall we find Cat? If you find him, maybe you can let me stroke him?

"Cat? Huh, I've been interested in cats for a long time too! I want to see why! But, hey, hey, I want you to be!

"Yes, sir. See, why?"

"Hehe...! Phew, I'm alive for this...!

My Angel's mood heals, by the way.

Meanwhile, Mechacre, unaware of the Crane Putt clan's decision, is strangely oronic.

"Ah, uh...?

"Ugh. It's okay! Let's all find your cat, shall we?

Lucica Crane put her eyes closed.

I decided to look for a tea tiger cat.

But the fact is, in this crowd, it's hard to find little animals.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

But I have a reliable acquaintance at home.

"- That's why, Mr. Fennel."

"I understand. As an escort, it's painful to leave your side, but the situation is that Mr. Yantine and the Cyrillic branch are protecting the Crane Puts, so there won't be a problem if I go around exploring for a short time."

He was a real exorcist and asked an animal professional for help.

Maybe one of these guys is faster than the rest of us in the amateur group.

"Hehe, Master Alto. I'm not alone, am I?

Then you're sweet.

Smiled as if you had read my mind.

From her chest, a tiny squirrel pops up.

"Well, there was Tottle, too."

"Yes, this kid is strong in battle, but he's also capable of exploring."

And I'm a little proud.

It seems that a lot of people specialize in everything with abilities when it comes to submissive demons, but it seems that some children can do a lot of things with all-rounders and dexterity.

I guess so is this squirrel-shaped spiritual beast.

"He's cute and strong and he can explore. Tortoise has no flaws."

But if I say so.

"... it costs a lot of food..."

Mr. Fennel smiled with a distant eye somewhere.

Speaking of which, the devotees have a common problem with "food costs".

As in last year's catastrophe, Tottle was fighting with enormity, but what if that was its original size?

Assuming the tiny figure is the main body, I'm pretty sure she's oppressing the Engel coefficient, as she says and does.

"The pay of the Chamber of Commerce is high... It's a total mystery about the vice chairman and how he's reconciled with E..."

Maybe it's, like, solitary.

That's why I decided to listen.

Immediately, she rethinks.

"Now you all explore the nearby field. Far away, it doesn't make sense to be detached. Keep a visual distance and stay away from places with too many crowds. I'll look into the place and the distance, with me and Tortl."

Mr. Fennel's instructions are precise and sound.

I sincerely felt good to rely on it.

"Hehe. It's Master Alto's favor. In return, we're going to demand a" Snack Special, "right?

What's that special?

Before you asked, the beautiful Mr. High Elf disappeared sassy.

That's how my family searches for tea tigers.

I'd like to buy some information from Mechacre in order to get some clues.

"Uh, is that good?

"... ugh!?"

Speaking to Mechacre, I got dragged down.

Quite quickly, my mother gets in between.

"Are you all right? Because my Al is so sweet, and I can count on you. You don't have to get too close, so tell him a story?

"... ooh. Ha, no..."

You're used to it, my mother.

Whatever, can we talk about this?

"I want you to tell me the name and characteristics of your cat. I don't think it's my favorite food or smell, just a little knowing..."

"Hey, name, is... popo, is... I like cheese,...... And then there's the unusual traits, there are…, that's the personality thing, so it doesn't really matter to look for it, …"

Hmm. Cheese.

Cats have a fish-loving image, but Cyril is inland.

There's a big lake, but I don't see any fish in stall sales, so maybe there aren't many fish for food, other than marsh dojo.

"Uh... There was a shop over there selling baked cheese, right? If you weren't around here, would you like to move that way?

…………

Suggest to everyone that the owner of Popo, Mechacre, looks at me jizzily for some reason.

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What is it?

Seems like it might be something you want to ask me...?

(If you talk to me or come near me, I also feel like I'm going to get panicked again)

Then again, My Mother.

I hit the lead and smiled at Mechacre.

"Is something wrong with my Al? If you're worried about anything, you can answer me."

"Ugh... Ah, the..."

Pompous ear punching.

I can't hear what you're talking about.

But my mother, who listened to me in confidence, is smiling at Nimmari.

"Heh heh. Maybe it is, isn't it?

"-!"

Mechacre has invisible eyes and stares at me like a surprise.

(What? What did she ask?

I'm curious, but isn't that the case now?

Everyone looks for Popo.

But there's also a crowd that can't be discovered.

But less than 10 minutes later, Mr. Fennel came back.

"Reaction, I got it."

"Oh, it's a boulder!

"Huff...... Because of the special...!

So, what is it, that?

With her guide, she travels to an area where there are many food shops.

After all, was Popo attracted to food?

Approaching Mr. Fennel's said range.

"In front yeh......! You're complaining!?"

What a rough torso I heard.

Is it a fight?

Ya......

I don't want to get too close to the trouble.