Life with my Little Sister

In the world, if there is a 'good encounter', there is also a 'bad encounter'.

And there's "Good Reunion," and there's "Not Good Reunion."

I was totally the latter that day.

Sister's napping.

I was taking care of the flower beds in the garden by myself, and there was this guy talking to me.

"Ya, hey..."

A tender look and an attitude of surprise.

However, only the appearance is good.

(This guy...)

Stefanus Trayboro el Bailefeld.

He is the second son of a nobleman and my 'father' who joined the Marquis family.

"... Hi"

There's no point in hostility from then on, so keep your head down a little with a voice that doesn't touch you around.

But I don't feel like using "Business Smile", which is my specialty.

"A little, okay?

The man says that with a slight smile on his face.

(It's not good - I don't know...)

The truth is, I was going back to the 'family' right away.

Stephanus stood beside me and stared at the flowerbed.

"Are you growing weeds...? You're changing. Isn't it usually flowers or something?

It's a herbal field, that's right.

Phee's flowerbed is a regular flower, though.

Unfortunately, I found out that 'Father' had no knowledge of pharmacy.

Mr. Stefanus, who had been roaring about medicinal herbs before yeah, eventually realized it was impossible to expand the conversation from there.

I've changed the incision and asked the question.

"Are you... my daughter - close to Isabella?

"It's a terrible story."

Because if they found out you were even a little close to me, I'm sure that girl would be abused by a lizard.

"She doesn't talk about you in front of her wife, but sometimes she sneaks up on me and asks me what Alto Cramput is like."

Even if I ask Mr. Stefanus, I don't think he'll be able to get information about me...

'Cause we barely look each other in the face.

But my thoughts were overridden with the following words:

"Will you - take Her Royal Highness's upcoming exam?

……

Does Stefanus know about it?

But it's a mouthful as if to make sure somewhere.

Is that what you heard again?

Shall I hang the camel for a second?

"Well, who did you ask?

"Oh, to the Marquis..."

Is he the one from whom it came?

Still, I don't call my once-in-law the 'Marquis'.

Mr. Stefanus' position, or his spirituality, is hidden from view around here.

"The Marquis and Aufsta don't discuss it, especially with regard to children, but this time they seem to have come to the same conclusion"

"... what's that?

"Daughter - that's what he thinks he wants to attach Isabella to Her Royal Highness the Fourth Princess"

…………

Complete the process.

So even though you are still such a young man, you were forced to take the exam?

That girl is still tiny, so I wish I could let her relax for a few more years.

"Actually, Isabella is depressed about that"

"Depressing? Why?

Though I didn't feel like I was afraid of the exam.

Stefanus lay his eyes down.

"Grade IX exam - I couldn't..."

…………

I see.

But you won't have a choice.

Even if that girl says she's smart, she's only five years old.

It's a harsh story to tell you to get results.

"So, what's your daughter doing now?

"... my wife is going to be Cancún." You won't be able to serve Her Royal Highness in such a way, "she said, making me study all the time in her room."

No, don't talk like any other HR. It would normally be abuse, that is.

- As far as I'm concerned, I'd like to know how you took refuge.

"Yes, no... I also said it might be too much..."

No, man. This guy.

As always, do you still have to go on a journey? He's a really unreliable man.

(Isabella, you could be crying...)

Stefanus coughed as he let his eyes swim.

"Well, so... The Marquis wants you, your daughter, and both of them to be close to home. If we get hired together, on the edge of it, we might be able to live... with our parents and children."

"Specifically, how?

"Huh?"

Mr. Stefanus is making his eyes black and white.

But in fact, the old Caspel would show no interest other than the "results" of "hiring".

First of all, if that poor man "thinks so," he should show up in front of me and say, "If you want to live with your family, get results."

But that man knows I don't admire Stefanus.

Or I'm spotting it.

I guess that's why I haven't thrown in such a 'feed' since the beginning.

As far as Mrs Aufsta is concerned, neither her mother nor her children have acknowledged it, so there is no way that 'living together' can be a wish fulfilled.

(And most importantly -)

In the unreliability of my 'father', I don't really think that even if he were under one roof, he would manage to harass me from a togee or servant.

This means that Mr. Stefanus' words would be 'paranoia' if he had his own personal hopes, or a more painful way of speaking, and besides, it would be that this man would be the only one who wants it.

It should be called empty.

(If I were to negotiate based at least on the achievements I made, I would still have dressed up......)

My seven year old son and my five year old daughter rely on me...

"I don't want the type of people in the company..."

"Hmm? Did I say something?

"... no, nothing"

I'll be honest with this guy, but there's nothing to gain.

Every time, every time, they just make me double-check what I can't rely on.

I packed up some gardening supplies and tried to walk away.

"Duh, where are you going...?

"Hey, I've got plans, so please excuse me."

Walk a little and I'll look back.

"Shall we say nagging with the family after you have put in place specific measures? You can't eat painted cakes, so even if they only talk about hopeful observations, it's also troublesome."

"Ugh..."

Don't you even make a lot of objections?

Or can't you?

My grandfather, who lives in Cyril, didn't seem to like Mr. Stefanus, but that's not only making my daughter unhappy, but maybe even this part of the world doesn't suit Soli.

I walked away from the scene without looking back at my father.

…………

Isabella was walking down the hallway.

I am canned in my room in the morning and told to study until bedtime.

Now it was the return of the toilet, and I even asked for it many times, and I was finally forgiven.

I felt heavy.

Given my mother's anger, I couldn't get it into my head when I was studying.

Badly in between, Isabella, who has been seen doing so, has been labeled by Aufsta as' skipping 'and has also been skipped lunch as punishment.

…………

The blonde girl, who returned to her room with a crying face, noticed a change there.

"Hey, what...? This..."

On her study desk was an unrecognizable wrap.

Isabella peeks at the dreaded envelope.

"Ah... this...!

There was sandwich and sweetness.

But it's puzzling.

Even though 'Mother' can't possibly allow you to plug in.

(Someone brought me a costume...?

What came to mind was a two-tied servant, who always takes care of me personally.

Is this also because of her...?

"... this, is...?

Isabella noticed that the contents of the package were not just food.

What was in there with me was a little wooden carved doll.

They mimic animals, but they're not realistic, they're deformed, and they're adorable.

Isabella came to think that was the northern seabird, Oumiglas, which had recently begun to be the subject of discussion in the Wang capital.

"Cute......"

Follow a rounded wood-carved statue casually.

"Ah, back...!?"

The seabird, which should have tilted, is upright in its original position.

It was a doll that didn't exist in this world, called the Rise and Spill.

"Fall down, fall down, get up...... Huh!

Even though it is adorable and somewhere funny in its design, Isabella saw some strength in its' statue '.

"... what, stupid"

She somehow guessed whose hand this' plug 'was at.

Isabella muddled her eyes, and as she ate the sandwich, she quietly headed to her desk.

Previously, the weakness was foggy.