Life with my Little Sister

Isabella Edit El Bailefeld loved Blanco.

No, I still like it, not in the past form.

But I don't taste why.

(Even today, he's not here...)

Isabella looks softly at the 'land of the old ladies' without inhabitants.

Would this landscape have been so cold?

Though it looked warmer, sunnier.

Living in a world different from Isabella's, the outlying people of the west were returning far away to Cyril.

She's busy.

Every day as a marquis' maid, I am chased to study.

She was never foolish, and although she was intelligent given her age of Ning Lo four, she could not fully demonstrate her natural intelligence at that young age.

Preliminary preliminary discipline.

Even reading and writing was still difficult.

However, my mother Aufsta, who is adamant about her daughter's excellence, did not tolerate delays in her studies.

"Isabella! You can't even do this!? You're not my daughter, you stupid daughter!

He was often yelled at and punished as such.

Several tutors took it upon Mrs. Aufsta, "because she is still a child," but have bought and been dismissed from her mistress's wrath over it.

All that remained were either those who would make Mrs. 's' policy 'good, or those who would pierce her indifference.

For her, study was becoming a time of fear and disgust.

So.

Yes, so extra, I admired the 'other world' right next door.

(He's not back yet...)

I rarely get to play with him.

But I'm just staring at my 'family' from afar.

Just looking at a close family.

Isabella's heart became lighter and she gained the vitality to live.

"Quickly...... Come back soon, you idiot..."

And whosoever heareth the word, he is nowhere.

Around the end of July, in the house next door, that family finally came back.

From that day on, the neighbor regained his vitality, like a painting of colour.

I hear laughter.

Words reach your ears that care for each other.

The idle detachment quickly turned to 'The Land of the Oaths'.

"He" was still inspecting Blanco today.

When you do something for 'family', 'he' is always alone.

I'm acting softly for someone at a time when no one's around.

Isabella crept through the hedge and stepped into 'The Land of the Fairies'.

"Hi. Long time no see"

"Heh, heh..."

A soft smile can be directed at you.

An unreliable face.

But a deep face.

A strange smile, never directed at my parents.

"Hey, you're still looking at Blanco today..."

"Yeah. If anything happens, it's tough. I want to take good care of my playthings."

"That's good, you look free! I'm so busy!?"

To Isabella's words, 'he' laid his eyes down and laughed.

That's arrowy, with a very deep look.

"Right. It's good to be free.... I'm basically too busy to do that."

"What! Are you making fun of me!?"

"No, I'm not. They say," You better find some free time. "

There are no bruises in your eyes that can be directed straight at you alone.

Isabella looked away, unable to look directly at it.

"If you're tired, you better not force it. Not to mention you're a girl."

"And you won't have a choice!? I have a study to do!

"Yeah. It's hard to study. There are a lot of things I need to remember. But..."

Hiya, and 'he' reaches out to Isabella's head.

All of a sudden, my body accidentally shrugged.

"It's a little something to show off, something to breathe in."

In the hands of 'he', there is one leaf.

It was something that came with me when I went through the hedge.

(Hey, it's not like I could stroke you, you know...)

Little, sometimes.

Knowing or not such a move in her mind, 'he' put the leaves in her hand to her mouth.

Pooh, and a little loose noise.

But Isabella was surprised by the sound.

"Hey, what, is that!? Ma, magic!? It's magic...!?"

"Isn't that a little different? I'm sure the good guys have magic tricks."

The missing noise in between continues.

But if it goes on in a row, clear 'music'.

Isabella didn't know why there was such a 'sound' from the leaves.

―― ――

'He' smiled and spoke to the girl whose eyes were sparkling.

"Grass whistle, you want to try it?

"Ku, kusabu, eh...?

"Yeah. I'll whistle the leaves, grass whistle"

'He' gives her the leaves.

Isabella doesn't realize that she is cleaning with the magic of purification in between.

"Here's the thing...?

Fussy, dumb air sounded.

Failure.

That's just it.

But Isabella, angry when she failed, gave herself up reflexively.

"Are you in a different position to put your lips on?

"- Huh?"

"Yeah? What's wrong?

"Oh, yes, no"

The reaction of 'he' is utterly legitimate.

But it seems surprising to Isabella.

To the bewildered girl, 'He' gave a lecture on how to blow.

"Here, here...?

Pooh, and there's a noise out of tune.

But it's an indisputable grass whistle.

"So, done! Oh, my God!

"Yeah. You made it. You're good even though it's my first time. It's amazing."

"Eh heh...!

Isabella laughs, then hacks away from her face.

"Huh... Huh! This isn't happening...! Ha, it's not just the sound!

"I think music is a great thing, but hey"

"He," he laughed, playing a grass whistle.

That sounds like so much fun.

Isabella didn't even think of it and took the leaves in her hand.

Even though it was a frivolous exchange, my heart pounded out why.

"Mother...... Huh!

Upon returning home, Isabella ran to her mother Aufsta.

She also wanted her real mother to know about the "entertainment" called grass whistle.

"What is it, loud, can't be!

"Ugh..."

I could see at a glance that 'Mother' was in a bad mood.

But she smiled so hard that she approached her family.

"Oh, Mother, I made an awesome discovery...! If you put a leaf in your mouth like this..."

I used the term 'discovery' because I can't be known to interact with people in my neighborhood.

But without having to worry about that part, Mrs. Aufsta changed her complexion.

"Isabella!"

Batin, the sound sounded.

With a leaf floating in the universe and a feeling of fever and pain on her cheek, the girl found out she had eaten a flat-handed beating.

"Oh, Mother -"

"What brings dirty leaves into the house!? And I can't believe you're trying to put that on your mouth! What would you do if you were a bug!? My house would get dirty!?"

"Hih... Huh!

"Bringing leaves or something means you were walking outside without even studying!? So you think you can pass the October exam?!?"

Again, I got my cheeks strung up.

What was there was boiling anger and hatred.

Isabella doesn't know.

When she was smiling and whistling, to the Marquis of Caspel, whose mother was her real father,

"Apparently, a separated concubine is better up there as a 'mother' than you."

and that it had been lightly pointed out.

Mrs Aufsta considered that to be the greatest insult.

Instead of having a problem with myself, Isabella wanted to play, so she thought she had been judged.

"Me! This is me! There's no way such a woman could be inferior!? Isabella! It's your fault! If you had studied properly, I wouldn't have seen you with those eyes! Apologize to me!

Twice and three times, I ate a flat hand.

Isabella kept crying and apologizing.

Evening.

And she was nestled under a large tree near 'The Land of the Oysters'.

Isabella, judged to lack 'reflection', was ordered to chill her head outside the mansion for a while.

Dinner skipping was also harsh as punishment for bringing dirty leaves over playing.

"Hiku......! Gu...... Huh!

Isabella was crying.

I don't even know if my cheek hurts or my heart hurts.

I heard a rumbling.

She panicked and muddled her eyes.

I didn't want anyone to see me crying.

"... of, because of...?

Sure, I thought I heard it from the other side of the hedge.

Or did it even blow in the wind?

Either way, there are no figures around.

(Me, why are you standing here (...)...?

If it's outside the house, it should be good in front of the door.

My legs were pointed at this place where I could see 'over there' for some reason.

Is' over there 'smiling, even while I'm doing this?

Laughing away, are we going to eat shoulder to shoulder?

Kuku, my stomach rattled.

There.

"Oh, I'm so full, I can't eat anymore...... I don't know what to do with him."

A deliberate bar reading sounded like a zookie if a trouper living in Cyril heard it.

but Isabella, distracted by its' voice ', doesn't even care until she turns the line.

It definitely belonged to 'him'.

When you look over, there's a shadow across the hedge.

It's 'him' and a girl still young, very pretty, in maid clothes.

"... eh"

Isabella deflects her face reflexively.

I didn't want to get wet in tears and see my swollen face on my breasts.

"Uh, it's a coincidence. What are you doing here?

A tremendous bar reading is directed at Isabella.

"Oh, it's none of your business..."

"Yeah. Well, it doesn't matter. We met here on the edge of something, and if that's all right with you, I'm glad you could help me."

…… Help? What do you mean?

"Yeah. This is it"

To the words, I glanced at the basin that the maid girl had.

There's something on there.

(It's food...!

Gokuri, and Isabella rang her throat.

"This is a rice balls."

"Rice Balls? That's so weird, I've never seen them..."

"Uh...... Don't you eat at the Marquis' house on boulders? It's delicious, eh, rice balls. The rabbit is also a horn, this is it. I can't eat with my stomach full. But when I left it, it pissed me off, so I was on my way."

…………

Isabella lays down her eyes and then says to 'him' with a trembling voice.

"Phew, phew. You have trouble getting mad at me.... but what if I ask you to keep your head down, that, Bunny, Ri? even if I can... ok?

"Really? That would help. Can you do me a favor?

'He' laughed as if in a ho.

What was the relief directed at?

"Hmm...... And you have no choice..."

Isabella reaches out to the parrot that is on the parrot and basin.

Other times, she didn't realize the unnaturalness of having a water drain and a beautifully washed cup, or that the rice balls were freshly made.

"Eating by the hand is barbaric..."

Includes a white chunk in your mouth.

"-! Oh, delicious..."

"That was good. There's a lot of them, so eat more and more, okay?

I had pain every time I moved my cheeks, but the taste and hunger were filled, which distracted me.

"He" inherits the basin from the girl beside him and closes one eye towards the maid.

"Well, nice to meet you, then, huh?

"Yes, I want you to leave it to me. If you ask Iphonne to follow up later, you should have no problem."

The maid's girl goes towards Tokotoko and the main building.

"Hey, what? Where did that guy go...?

"Oh, I don't care, I don't care. Because I just asked for a personal use. More like your cheeks are swollen than that?

"- This... Hey, I just bumped into you there...! This, you know, it's nothing... Huh!

"Really? That's good."

"He" took the medicine bottle out of the porch.

And with a familiar hand, apply to Isabella's cheek.

It was such a natural move that I was delayed in realizing that I could touch the opposite sex.

"Hey, what are you doing..."

"Yeah. Just an introduction. You said it was nothing, but it's about a woman's face."

The feel of the cheeks to be stroked was gentle everywhere.

Being silent, I found that you were treating yourself right.

"Shh...? Yes, it hurts, it doesn't..."

It was incredible.

Jinjin and the pain in her cheek are completely gone. The swelling also appeared to have been removed.

I was also surprised at the child's heart that there was such a moment to heal.

"Rice Balls, Thank You for Eating"

'He' smiles and bows his head.

Isabella missed her face.

"Or, lend me, lend me this..."

"Yeah. I'll borrow it. I hope I get a chance to give it back someday."

…………

She pushes silence.

Wonders and heartache had also disappeared.

Right next to you, the sound of a grass whistle.

It was a shitty performance played by 'he'.

Isabella takes the leaves with her.

I gently brought it closer to my mouth.

Two tones quietly overlapped the twilight sky.