Life with my Little Sister

"Frey!"

The egg hit me, and I accidentally got a voice.

Despite its unintended nature, Frey softly changes his body's orientation as he continues to act.

Some would have seen a hit, but many would not have seen it because of the noise, again.

In order not to be understood by them, it seems that they changed their posture to make the dirt less visible.

There the children of Heroit came out sassy and stood quickly to surround her military uniform.

Maybe this is an add-on, sheltering Frey.

But it was from the side of the chest to the head that hit him.

As a poor man, you will still be deluded for your clothes to get dirty, but your face doesn't either.

They cleverly lowered the dirty trouper to the stage sleeve as they exchanged improvised acts and lines.

"Mother, please Fee"

"Huh!? I need you to sneak up on Noir right now."

I left Mai Angel to my mother and ran to the side of the stage.

"Mm!? You wait. This place is off-limits!

There was naturally a knight on the lookout by the stage, who refused to let me in.

But shortly afterwards, I hear voices from inside.

"Good. Let me through. He's my best friend."

Apparently, Frey knew I was on my way.

The security knight seemed to belong to the Viscount Bauman family, and he let me through with Clam.

"Frey, the dirt is huge - Ugh"

I hung up and accidentally glanced at him.

From my beautiful friend in front of me, there is an intense odor.

Is the smell based on that egg?

Even though you're in this state, your uniform is laughing invincibly.

"I guess this is a dam dam bird egg. Props used by adventurers to get rid of snotty warcraft because of its smell, not edible. I didn't think I'd be the shark to eat, though. It's a valuable experience inside."

"If you're calm? Isn't that hard, this?"

"I won't make any improvements if I panic. Then it would be more aristocratic to be calm? Especially as you say, this is a big problem. Even if only the dirt is removed, the smell will surely linger. It's hard for me and my people to distort their faces with this smell in the middle of acting."

"You're in trouble. I knew you were calm while you were there."

"Alto Crane put. My best friend, you're here. I guess there's nothing more helpless than rushing me, huh? I'm counting on it."

"You take it easy on me... I just really rushed..."

While I talk, I open the porch.

There's a drug in here that Abel's letting me have.

"Look. Arrow, you got a hand."

"I don't know if it works, and even if it does, I think we need a few minutes, okay?

"Hmm...... Do we have to buy time without a star named me? Don't worry about it."

While I was taking the medicine out, Frey quickly went into the shadows, wiped his face and hair, and began to change his clothes.

They have more than one costume spare, but the smell still seems to be there for the arrow-stricken military uniform himself.

"F, Frey......! So, Big Husband, Husband...!?"

There, Mechacre ran in.

She also seems to have come worried about how the twins are doing with one crack.

The uniform, fortunately, rings his finger.

"Oh, my half-body, you've come a long way. Quick, but I need you to get on stage a little bit."

"Oh yeah...... Huh!?"

Mechacre is surprised.

Well, I can't help it because all of a sudden they said this to me.

"And even if they say that all of a sudden, I'm in trouble... Wow, me, uh, acting, I don't know..."

"Hey. I'm not asking you to do anything you don't like. Just do the singing part for me." The Angel's Princess "is also performed by Marn Heroit, so you remember about the song? I just need you to sing for a few minutes."

"So, but..."

"Fine, go! To us Heroits, it is unacceptable to ruin the stage!

"Ugh..."

When she was cut off by her uniform, Mechacre started acting like she could play it.

Take off your jacket sassy and change into a spare one.

Faster than I thought, I belong to the Arrowhead Troupe, but why not?

At the same time, fix the hair covering the eye area.

The face of Miss Flair, who had been hiding, became evident.

"Ooh! You look just like me!"

I accidentally roared.

There was a very beautiful girl there.

Unlike my brother, he is less confident, but he has colorful incense that I don't think of as a child.

"Hehe. My sister would be beautiful, wouldn't she? Anyway, she's my sister."

Frey comes out of the shadows whining strange words.

No dirt at first glance, but the smell of arrowheads is awesome.

"Flair, did you ask for it?

"Ooh, ooh...!

Nodding, Mechacre rushed to the stage.

In his eyes, he felt the will to respond to trust from his twin brother. As they say, brothers and sisters seem to get along well.

Your uniform, come to my side and say it.

"Well, star knight. Would you give me your medicine for me?

"Even if they make (...), you're ruined because of the smell"

"That's a promise I won't make at this time."

It was the deodorant that Abel made me that sprayed on the grinning Frey.

I sold it to the Chamber of Commerce in the name of Prima. The materials and methods are the same, but the person who dispensed it is the person who dispensed it, so the effect far exceeds the commercial product.

It was originally brought to combat the odor during the journey, and I don't usually put it in my porch, but maybe I should carry it with me in the future.

"Is this a newly-released fog? Besides, it's a stink-wiping drug. They're both put up for sale at the Shorcina Chamber of Commerce, right?

"That's right. You know very well."

"It's a selling product. It is something that cannot be ignored as a nobleman of Cyril. I also use the gardener of my mansion for fogging. I think I'll keep the deodorant with me in the future, too. Seems convenient if you have one."

Thank you for your purchase.

It's in my interest, too, so please buy a lot.

"But it's called Essen, it's called Bavaria, and it's called Prima, who created this drug, and the Chamber of Commerce seems to have a rapidly superior inventor on hand today. I wonder if there's any purpose to it."

Though I think it's just a coincidence.

I'll try to smell it.

Only the pills that Abel has made work on the surface, but I also feel they are still a little short.

(Do you want to use magic too...)

Gently attach your hands and activate the procedure.

"Hmm? Is this some kind of purifying magic? Isn't it the kind of higher art ceremony used by high priests? You're so arrowy, you are."

"Really? He did."

When I answered appropriately, your uniform came straight to the face and lowered its head.

"Alto Crane put. My sincere thanks to you."

"As much as I've eliminated the smell, it's a big deal"

"No. Shortly before you came here, weren't you in battle?

…………

Were you aware of that battle against Tsukuba?

Frey's magic sensing may be more accurate than last year.

"And so are the eggs thrown. There was only one hit on me, but before that, you played me a bunch of them, didn't you? You must have protected me, huh?

"That's..."

That's what the military uniform says, but I feel sorry for you for not being able to protect you completely.

"No. Be proud there. You defended Zon Heroit's stars. Totally enough to spare me keeping it that strange star reading knight. If it's gonna happen, I want you to be my exclusive knight."

Does Frey's perception mean I'm Pooh's knight?

Well, I summed up the conversation with the star knight who was granted protection by the Miracle Son, so I can't help but think so.

Military uniform, now frowning and smiling.

"You invited me to enjoy the stage, Ning Lok. I've been helped."

"My mother enjoys this play a lot. Besides, I think it's a good stage."

"Right.... Right. Well, as an actor, you still have to enjoy the stage."

The military uniform that frees you from the stench rises.

It's a good thing the stage can continue, but is that the end of harassment?

The guys who threw the eggs seemed hand-worked, so now that they've hit the target (Frey), I don't think they'll stay here forever.

I may have already escaped, but then I can't grasp the full story of the case.

"I'm going back on stage. I can't leave it to Flair forever."

The military uniform is sending a hand gesture from the stage sleeve to her own sister and her companions.

The children of the stage also replace the Bauman brothers and sisters with skillful adds.

It's a big deal to say it's improvised but resistant to trouble.

"Actors are accompanied by a variety of disasters."

Frey was looking back and smiling bitterly.

Mechacre, who came back to the stage sleeve, bowed her head to me deeply.

"Oh, brother, help me, help me, ah, wrinkle..."

"Frey's my friend."

Roll out business smiles to keep you from worrying.

Then.

"~ ~ ~ ~ ~"

Mechacre quickly put her hair back on and missed her face.

I'm so shy.

I admire you for not being on stage often with this.

"Well. Shall we go back?"

I'm worried about Phee in a gnarly state, and I'm not sure she hasn't been harassed yet.

Trying to get to the exit, Mechacre snagged my clothes back cuddly.

Apparently, he's going to follow me in this state.

(Is this a good idea to think a little alert has been lifted?

I returned to the venue smiling bitterly.

There was an unexpected, minor disturbance there.