Life with my Little Sister

October of 1206, a sacred history.

Today, we're going out hunting mushrooms.

I plan to get out in the morning and come back at night.

The place, of course, is the sanctuary/"Wan Fall Forest".

Going out here is for two reasons.

One is simply to let Fee hunt mushrooms.

The place became a sanctuary because Abel strained me too much.

In particular, I guess this is something to be thankful for.

Mushrooms in the sanctuary should taste better than usual places, and most importantly, there are no monsters on site.

If you are going into those mountains or woods, you must be vigilant about the raids.

If it was Abel who was on guard, he would never have encountered a warcraft in a normal mountain.

But whatever you call it, it's my sister.

This girl is highly actionable and can't read her movements.

Not that I don't trust Abel, but I have trouble with 'in case'.

So, in case you can spend time in a 'nothing' sanctuary, I guess you've never crossed that.

And the second eye.

That's to use mushrooms as ingredients.

We're going mushroom hunting, so you'd take it for granted to eat mushrooms we pick, but we don't just consume them at home.

Anyway, this month, there's Mia the Evil God's birthday.

My mother asked the sanctuary for ingredients for her fifteen-year-old bar mitzvah.

A civilian woman visits the legendary sanctuary with an elf high ancestor for three poor aristocratic women - a terrible chisel when it comes to lettering, but that's the thing, so I can't help it.

And it would be very rude to say 'next time', but I decided to visit Sheep's house - the Scheindel family - while I was on my way.

"I want you to meet my daughter," she has repeatedly received a letter from Ms Floche, a magic guide vintage scholar about Sheep Mother.

It was a polite style, but the distressed appearance of forgiving your lonely daughter had been conveyed to Ariari, so he decided to visit the Scheindel family before knocking around the 'gate'.

Abel and Marimo are waiting at the Chamber of Commerce.

You can't give me an arch elf for pure spirits before a magician.

Even though it's still early in the morning, the housekeeper with the goods politely welcomes us home.

Oh, of course, you've been notified to stop by just for a moment this morning, haven't you?

So, I go around the entrance...

"Al ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~"

"Guuuuuu!?"

A tiny, fluffy shadow jumped in on me with Dosun.

He called it a toddler's march.

On her head, she has a warm, splendid tuna.

On the day that something like that stuck in my belly, thats...

It was our sheep who jumped in without saying.

When he was three years old, he grew from a baby to a girl.

"Aloooooo ♪ Aloooooo ♪"

"Ugh, oh...... Huh! Ku, bitter...... Yi......"

My stomach, my stomach...!

"Meeeeee! So we're leaving.

Sister, great fury.

But My Mother, who predicted the behavior of her beloved daughter when she made her meet with the other children, at the point of entering the Scheindel family, is holding Fee back and sealing the movement.

"Miu Miu!? I can't help you!?"

Desperate, frosty Fee.

But there is no way he can continue to snuggle from the time my child was born and rival the resultant "Mother's Arms" glitch.

"Huh! Take-!

My sister, on the contrary, asks for help here.

But I'm sorry......

I can't move right now.

Sheep cling to me with a smile and glow.

It's called mobility and a good word, it seems to have grown a lot.

"Long time no see, Flori"

"Al. ♪ Al. ♪ Uh-huh."

Sometimes you say it's in the house, and Sheep remains proud of you.

Her tuna, what can I say, is overall round and adorable.

I don't know how you feel about Tsuno, but it's really a girly look.

"Oh, if it's frosty...... So glad someone similar to Yorick came..."

So I don't know about Yorik.

While Ms Floche greets her, she receives Fee from her mother.

You'll cry if you leave it.

"Al..."

But then, Sheep looks sad this time.

Even though it had emitted cherry blossom colors until earlier, the amount of light squeezed as I looked at it.

My mother is holding such a sheep.

This would make sense to comfort me, but I guess I just want to hug myself.

"My daughter can talk a lot now, can't she?

Mr. Floche narrows his eyes with pleasure.

As I respond, my mother shrugs.

"Do you remember Al properly? Even the other day when I came, it was still tiny."

"I don't remember anything at all about Cyril's nursery, but only about that kid who looks like Yorik seems to remember him well. After all, was resemblance to Yorick the deciding factor? Something similar to Yorick."

Yorik, you must be calling too many times.

But if you ask the person in question, you'll see.

"Flori, do you remember someone who looks like me or something?

"Hmm......?

Sheep with fingers on their jaws and tipping their little necks.

Instead of remembering, I don't even seem interested.

She immediately stops thinking and stretches out of her mother's arms, toward me.

"Al......! About Flori, nah?

"Meh!

Nah, I guess' stroke '.

Still sounds like a tongueless way to talk.

But if you're three years old, you should still be smart.

Before you do it, I'll start by re-holding Fee deeply and stroking Sarah's silver hair.

My Angel immediately dreamed up.

In that gap, I stroked Sheep's head.

Fluffy hair feels good.

"Uh-huh. ♪ Al, Al. Tuno! Flori Tuno, too, nah?

Sheep glowing in cherry blossom color, laughing with Derek Derek.

If I make it happen to you, make me smile even more.

The shiny tuna is certainly beautiful.

And cute.

It's not a natural product, so much so that they're going to believe it even if they say it's an accessory like that.

"Does this girl need to take care of her tuna every day? You look like Yorik, because you're polishing it well."

Oh, yeah.

I guess I have to compliment you on this.

"That's a very nice tuna. It's beautiful, Flori."

"Uh-huh."

My mother is stuck with me, but she tries to jump out.

When this girl gets obsessed too, she's the type who can't see around her...

That's dangerous.

"Aroo ♪ Aroo ♪"

"Hey, Flori?

"Uh-huh."

Pito clung around, sheep with a full smile.

My sister is furious between them, but there's nothing I can do about all this.

"I haven't seen Flori laugh like this in a long time. After all, is it because you look like Yorick?

Yorik has nothing to do with it, but Sheep is long gone.

I guess there are only horns who can handle magic long enough, and the underlying amount of magic is a lot of arrows.

I guess that also means I'm in a good mood...

(But it's about time, dude.)

Mushroom hunting time must also be properly secured.

Plus, it's pathetic that Abel and Marimo are waiting for me.

Seeing as it happened, my mother felt the same way.

He snorted at me, laughing lonely.

"Oh? Are you going already?

Mr. Floche has been informed in a letter that he is on his way out to come here.

Meanwhile, Sheep who don't know what's going on, what? It feels like alternating between us.

"Flori, I'll be back, okay?

And so he said, stroking his fluffy head,

"- Eh!"

As I look around, tears accumulate in Sheep's big praise.

Do you mean to say that you understand "goodbye"?

When I look at Sheep Mother, I'm laughing like ahhh.

"The way you say it and the way you do it is the same as when I go to work in the morning. So this girl seems to know you're gone."

"Aroo......?

Soon, sheep grabbing my clothes.

It hurts my heart to see this look.

"If you're going, I think it's better to go faster, right? You won't be able to pack."

Sheep mother holding my child up.

As it goes on, so does our house.

"Hey...... Huh!

Sheep are totally in tears.

"Don't worry, I'll forgive you for my daughter. I don't know what to say, but I want you to come see me again soon."

With regard to this, I just have to snort for you.

Especially though I don't know if it will be easy to achieve.

"Aroo! Aroo!?"

Sheep, aren't you crying already?

I really need to get back to you soon.

"Heh heh. Flori?"

My mother is stroking her tearful sheep.

"I'll see you soon, Al, so just be patient for a minute, okay?

Gently, let the little one grip something.

That's...

"Al...!?"

I always carry it with me, it was a picture of my child.

Looks like I gave them my own.

"What is this exquisite painting!? If you have such a skilled painter, it would be tremendous to investigate ancient ruins and such!?"

Another person is very responsive.

"Al......!

Sheep, you're still crying.

However, the photograph seems to calm me down a little.

"Huh!? Huh!? Really, this painting, what is it!? F, Flori, that, make it look good!?"

Though it became noisy for someone else to replace it.

"I'll be back soon, okay?

"There is..."

Caress the fluffy hair and leave the knob to rub.

Sheep failed to try to laugh and cried again.

I promised to reunite again, leaving the Scheindel family behind.

It was a slight meeting time, like a disease.