Life with my Little Sister

"Ah...! Popo...... Huh!

When I received the tea tiger from Mr. Fennel and joined everyone, Mechacre rushed right to me.

Handing over the cat, she happily hugs the cat she keeps.

"Popo...... Good......"

"Nyah..."

No heart or the cat seems happy and sorry.

On the other side, Mr. Dorothea scolds Brev for popping up on his own.

My mothers seem to have weighed themselves in with common sense and the most effective way to stay away from danger.

You have babies and children. It's the right decision.

"Yay...! Phew! Phew, come on...!

Seeing a popo stuck by Mechacre made me want to be stuck again, too.

While I was receiving the cat, the knob was once again released.

Note that your sister didn't snuggle her popo because the cat was more scared of Fee.

My Angel wanted to stroke the tea tiger, but for some reason, that kid got scared of our angel.

I felt sorry for my shocked MySister, but I can't force her to stroke me either.

That's why I have to comfort you with plenty of my little depressed mysisters.

"Look, Fee. Why?"

"Hehe... Huh! Phew, I like it when you are!

Looks like you brought it back to me.

I knew this girl had to smile. Good. Good.

In front of me, My Mother peeks into Mechacre holding a cat.

"You're both very close. But then why did Popo run out...?

To the words, Mechacre leaned down.

"... this, child, occasionally, suddenly, runs out, I... Looking for someone..."

If you ask me further, this popo says Mechacre picked up where she was wandering in the city last year.

She didn't buy it from anywhere or have it split among the kittens.

Especially when I picked it up, it still seemed like a kitten.

(So was Popo originally a cat with a cat? Did you get dumped, or did you die with your owner? If it was about the kitten, maybe he still wants the lost past without understanding the area)

Speaking of last year, it was the year of the catastrophe.

Get out of the way, get thrown out, the hang-up would have been a big deal.

As he thought about it as he stroked Fee, Popo jumped out of Mechacre's arm and clung to his mother's foot.

"Nyah."

"Oh? What is it?

My mother is also missed by E-chan and Tottle, so is that still the case this time?

"Oh, uh..."

Summarizing the words of Mechacre, who explains them in an interrupted manner, this is the case.

Popo has one trait, which he says is' I miss people who are essentially sweet '.

I guess this is what she used to call 'mental traits' when cheese was heard to be a favorite.

"Po, Popo... Nah, the nostalgic, and, credit, can, can..."

"Oh, I'm glad to hear that."

Mother gave Mr. Dorothea the Marimo she was holding, and when she held the popo and smiled, she immediately returned it to Mechacre.

And keep it up, ask her.

"Do you believe me too?

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

"Yes. Good. So now it's your turn? You're worried about your parents, aren't you, being alone with girls at this hour? I'll take you to your mom's, okay?

To her mother's words, Mechacre looked hazy.

I guess he was obsessed with chasing Popo and left his family.

"As worried as you are about Popo, your mom must be desperately looking for you, right?

"Ooh, ooh..."

Mechacre seems meticulous, as if she's afraid to be scolded, in a complicated way.

"Daiji-bu! When you're about to get mad at me, because I'll apologize with you!

Is that, is it solved?

Uh... no, but Mechacre seems to have regained some calm.

In spiritual terms, did it work?

"So where is your mother?

"Ugh... The..."

The toddler with the cat is pounding her mother in the ear.

"Oh well......!

Would it be safe to leave her to her mother?

But it's hard to leave and it's hard again.

Or should I say that the results call for new causes?

Marimo, who no longer cares for my mother, is dissatisfied and anxious.

- Ah. I got eyes over here.

"Ah bu!

From inside Mr. Dorothea's arms, a dark-haired baby reaching for me.

"Alright, alright," he says, conveying to Ariari.

But in my arms, there's a four-year-old lined up with repeated cheeks.

Can you convince Marimo that I want to help you?

"Oh, Al, you're hot, aren't you?

Gramma laughs and brings the noir right in front of me.

"Ahkioo!

The baby grabbed my clothes just waiting for me.

"Meh! You shouldn't have put your hands on me!

Well, it will, won't it?

Sister, rage again.

He said he was worried about how to forgive them both...

"Yes! Both, mine!

My mother hugged Marimo and Fee.

It's a boulder, Mother.

"Lucica, did you find out where you were going?

"Yeah, sure."

Mother winks and sees Mechacre.

"The destination is Central Square!

Yeah?

Isn't that where the military uniform plays from now on?

"... is that true?

"While uncertain, it seems to be highly probable information"

Simple stuffing for the festival.

There Sven was listening to a report from a subordinate.

Says harassment may take place for theatre taking place in Central Square.

"But..."

Sven frowns.

"Heroit's performances are something that everyone at the festival, including the general public, looks forward to. Above all, it takes place in the liver of the Count Asel family. If you harass me about it, I don't think it's a 'joke' story. If you do poorly, the executioner's neck flies. Are you sure there are things like that that that do such reckless things?

They collect a variety of information every day to defend themselves, but many of them are frigid and absurd. There are also simple assumptions and mistakes. "That's tough," I can't snort easily.

But the rapporteur says:

"You think that's not to interfere with the theatre itself, but the bauman Viscount's warrant - the harassment of that Zon Heroit child star?"

"To Lord Frey Melle El Baumann? Impossible. Isn't that the act of turning the House of Viscounts Bauman itself against the enemy? - Where are the rumors coming from?

"I'm the usual informant. I don't even think he's gonna lie to us."

"... Shit! If so, could it be bait to catch the guards themselves?"

"Huh? What does that mean?

"One of the possibilities, that is.... If it's true, I'd like to hear more about it from the informant himself, but I don't have time for this anymore. Assuming the sauce is true, we have to prioritize security consolidation before we can make it. - You run to headquarters where Captain Shark is. The captain and deputy captain should be able to change the formation and hold the informant down."

"Got it!

As his men run, Sven grabs the sword and stands up.

"That happened last year. So this is the year it has to be a fun festival!... Please, it's Gaceneta, right?

He takes his remaining men and heads to Central Square.

- At the climax of the star festival, a little darkness was about to take place.