Life with my Little Sister

"Pi, pi!

"Pi, pi......!

"Khee...!

When our house showed itself, the seven parrot glasses stopped by this side at once.

He's shaking his tiny body with all his efforts.

Even if you say you're here, you're still separated, here and there.

If we're going to make contact, we need to get inside through a properly dedicated door.

"Wow... whoa! The Hinas are coming by!? You don't scare people at all...!?"

Clara, I'm so excited.

I guess she also has the perception that animals are something that scares people.

But these parrot glasses taste different.

Anyway, in addition to the lack of vigilance on the part of the Original Ao Oo Mi Glass, the Hinas here have lived from the moment they were born with plenty of love from our women.

As a result, I was not afraid of people and became a huge sweetheart.

"Right now, our submissive demons are taking care of us, but they all seem to be distracted by the cuteness of the Hinas and spoiling them more than they need to be. I'm saying no..."

Are the breeders accelerating the sweetness of these kids too......

"Balamosu! Balamosu! Phew, I'm here!

"Ki-yu! Kyuuuuu!"

White kids are happy to see each other again.

Fee immediately turned off her smile and pulled my clothes.

"Yay, I don't want to...! Phew, I want to play with Balamos! I want to pee!

"Mr. Fennel, this is what my child says...?

I don't know how much I know, but I can't just step in without permission.

Ask your familiar sister, that's why.

In the immediate vicinity, Clara also looks intensely interested in Phee's words, silently.

That would be so.

Because it just makes a big difference if you can just watch or touch the cute hina.

After all, Mr. Fennel is laughing with the couscous.

I guess I thought the kids' reactions were smiling.

"Yes, of course you don't mind, do you? Do you think so? Because if you don't, Hina and I will miss you and won't be able to fit in. - To Her Royal Highness the Third Princess, I will teach you how to deal with her, won't I?

"Ha, yes... Huh! Regards,......!

Clara, you look happy.

Michemon, who is watching such a 'granddaughter', is also narrowing her eyes satisfactorily. Like I said before, it really seems to matter about her.

That's how we start interacting with the Hinas.

When I was at the Crane Putt house, the sun was shining. I was having fun all day, and the parrot glass stormed at Phee and her mother like they said they couldn't wait.

"Wow...! It's fluffy...... Huh!

My granddaughter looks happy stroking Hina, too.

Hina also seems to feel more comfortable by narrowing her eyes.

"Was this kid - Hu?

"Yes, you're right. You remembered right away."

What I can't solve is that even Clara, who shouldn't be long since she met Hina, is able to identify the parrot glass.

How do you all know that?

Now it looks like I'm the only one who can't...!

"Uhm...... I don't know what the difference is between a bird child on a boulder..."

Oh, good, I had my kind.

Right, you don't normally know...?

Hinas in parrot glass who can't get the women to cling to me have Mr. Michamon on them.

The tall old man can't get rid of the Hinas, he's a troubled face.

There, my mother stops by with the parrot glass in her arms.

"Mr. Mitchemon isn't Clara's real grandfather, is he? So normally, what are they doing?

Stop it, Mother.

I thought you said you were unemployed!

To the unemployed, "What are they doing now?" is forbidden!?

"Well, that's it... I'm spreading the cost of living with bacci."

It was an answer that was barely worth it.

You just seem like an unemployed gambler or something.

Oh, no...

If that's all you can eat and go as a gambler, is the other way around awesome...?

But Mr. Fennel, who was listening to the conversation, smiles bitterly and his granddaughter looks like she's in trouble.

I wonder what it is?

Isn't this grandfather actually unemployed?

He also noticed the look on their faces.

He clasped his shoulders as he was followed by the parrot glass.

"Don't worry about me. Yeah? It's easier to find out than to give your real name."

When Mr. Mitchemon says so, Mr. Fennel sends him a compliment and then turns back to us.

"This is Mr. Effmont, known as the Prophet."

Prophet...

Is that his true price?

But why, unemployed, etc.

"I'm not making prophecy work. I just happen to say that I can do that, because I've never put up a sign with a prophet..."

From the tone and expression of such a recluse, I didn't really feel like I liked my abilities.

"But if you know the future, it's convenient to know the weather tomorrow..."

To My Mother's words, the old man laughs out.

Looks like I got something in my bump.

"Kuhaha......! Cheng Cheng, you're right. But you're an unusual Jen. Normally, when I hear about prophetic abilities, I can turn to more greedy words and gazes..."

Because of the way they laughed so loud, the parrot-glasses followed the old man in unison.

"Ouch! Ouch... Huh! These seabirds, stop it!

Grandpa's drink was ineffective.

I feel that the atmosphere between Mr. Michaemon and Clara is softer because of my mind or because of what I'm saying now.

(But the weather forecast sounds like a mother...)

Somewhere out of focus, but I'm sure, he's serious.

"If that's the case, the weather forecast is out in this country's scenic gardens."

Didn't I put my remarks to the table a little bit?

Observing celestial bodies and weather is the job of the observatory, and observatories and workplaces located at various locations are called observatories.

If it's a big city with a big viewing star pavilion, tomorrow's weather will stick out at a set time each day.

Of course that is the result of observations, forecasts and predictions, so it can be hazy.

However, the median rate is high when the spectator is an excellent city, and if the accumulated knowledge and data are not available, the result will be considerable, so it is convenient or advantageous to refer to the city where the spectator pavilion is located.

Sometimes the weather is extremely important for some jobs, and when people are in jobs that depend on the weather, it seems that some people deliberately move to cities with Kansas Pavilion to live in.

And the most important duties of the Gallery and Gallery Pavilion are astrology - or horoscope.

Star movement, or blinking.

Associating the operation of such an object with human destiny and making it a magical instruction for reading the future, the scope of witchcraft.

Research and handle them.

Especially, fortune is divination wherever it goes.

Even though astrology itself is believed and supported by many, it is also thought that it does not necessarily hit.

In fact, astrology is difficult to handle even at the Gazette Pavilion - and quite frankly, it seems to be positioned as something that can't be helped.

But there are exceptions.

That's what broken beings are called 'star reading'.

Only three people in this country.

Real futuristic owners, few of them including other countries.

Close to home, that parent and child.

(Pooh ko, I loved Ooh Mi Glass...... If I told you about this place, you'd be thrilled...)

They had something in mind because I told them about the observatory.

The recluse frowned.

"Of the viewing garden...... Speaking of which, there are star readings in this country that I don't want to get involved with..."

Yeah, I'm sure it's alle (...).

Did Mr. Michamon also meet with that ton of demonstrators?

Then Mr. Fennel looks at me.

"I'm sorry, Master Alto. Report was delayed."

"Yeah? Report? To me?

"Actually, it's about Master Miltier -"

"Pooh - you mean the mill?

Timely again.

I wonder, what the hell?

"Yes, it seems that our members of the Chamber of Commerce found out where we heard from that they were protecting the parrot glass, and they wanted us to meet them. The other day, they came to our Chamber of Commerce..."

Oh, Mr. Fennel, you look so tired.

I'm sure there was something tiring about it.

"There was a lot of boredom, and after that, I'm going to take you to this place at a later date..."

Did they push you off?

From what Mr. Fennel said, it seemed to me that the Ouumi Glass and others, even if the Chamber of Commerce keeps them, are friends and family of our house, so I wondered if I would let them see each other on their own.

There, of course, seems to be a commercial information protection perspective.

But well, a mill wouldn't be so impotent.

Ningro, aren't you very normally happy?

I don't know more about tartar.

The breeders have to do their best just in case they run wild or something.

"Well, um..., good luck guiding you, huh?

As far as I'm concerned, I can do nothing but say so.

But the moment I thought so, a familiar voice echoed from behind.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

"... also."

Looks like someone came aboard.