Life with my Little Sister

The contents of the mojo exam are a little like those of the magic exam.

Because I have practical skills and writing.

They just don't have magic checks, they have an interview instead.

Another difference would be the emphasis on the 'process' rather than the 'result' of the actual technique, as Mr. Filomena taught us earlier in the day.

If this is a magic exam, it's basically defeat equals disqualification.

This' process' also seems to be noticed in 'how to fight', for example, if it is a combat based practical skill.

I mean, you can't fight cowardly, right?

On a personal note, if the royal family has a side to attack, I think the despicable methods of warfare will be adopted more aggressively in order to make up for the difference in numbers, so I don't think it's okay to have a combination of pre-drills or a way of fighting to fit in.

In the first place, even if the fight is grand, it doesn't make sense if his heart is rotten.

Well, there, it's beside the royalty, so maybe it's about making sure you act like you're standing still.

Anyway, first of all, I'm gonna take my exams normally, too.

Then I guess I'll be playing with those two.

(I was supposed to fall appropriately -)

I promised Mr. Mulherito that there would be a 'reward'...

Dare I take it seriously?

Mr. Filomena, who is next to me and plans to play referee, is going to ear to ear.

"When Alt-kun's battle gesture is poor, it helps to overwhelm me, as it weakens the rationale and rationale I take to make him play with that 'white child'"

She said if she could, she would do everything she could, but if she gave her all she could, there was a chance that she would run out of gas, so she couldn't talk to me.

The type of shorthand to be recruited this time is Mitsu.

He who serves with a martial arts.

He who serves with knowledge.

And those who serve with magic.

Start by dividing the examinees into these three groups, subdivide them further, and go to some test sites - they should….

Alt-kun is somewhere else.

My exams are not 'my will', but the livestock of the two Marquises, Marquis Claustel and Marquis Bailefeld. It's going to be a 'special treatment' you don't even want.

"Even in this exam, it's 'somewhere else'..."

It'll stop, won't it, at all?

"But it's not all that negative, is it? 'Special', but therefore Alt-kun's order falls behind. In the meantime, you can take a tour of the White Child's practical exam."

"Mm..."

Sure, I appreciate that.

What way does that child fight?

Is there something you're not good at?

What is possessive witchcraft?

It would be a lot more advantageous just to know them.

"Oh...?

Thinking about it and talking about it, I saw a drill shaking that I was used to seeing up front.

"Why are you here...?

When I spoke, the familiar drill heard it in her ears and looked back in momentum.

"Why are you here……!?"

The tone was like asking questions, but the voice was full of relief, and the pretty face was drenched with meticulousness as if she was holding back tears.

(No way... were you lost...?

In front of you is the Marquis Family Warrant of 'Others'.

I was no different than Miss Isabella of Reishi.

She also heard today that Her Royal Highness the Fourth Princess is coming to her study exam...

"Uh-oh! Bhakah...... Huh!

Stick your hands out and I'll run over here.

Something like this looks a little like Fee.

Take a little treat for him, then I'll ask.

"Caspe - Kohon, didn't you come with the Marquis?

"Here I come... But Grandpa's going to the guest room, and I'm going to the receptionist."

He said he broke up when he arrived.

And then you got lost?

But is it pathetic to ask straight?

"- Hello, did you get lost?

If I thought so, Mr. Filomena was throwing a direct ball. d Straight in the middle.

"Chi, I'm not... Huh! You're not lost...

"- That's right. No matter which entrance you come from, the reception is right in front of you, so you can't get lost..."

"Ugh..."

Miss Isabella, what if you have the qualities of directional tone deafness?

He's hiding behind me, leaning down.

Keep it up, it's getting worse.

"Er... Probably was just taking a walk before the exam, right? - Right?

"-! Oh, that... ugh! That's right! I was just having a change of mood!

Paa and face up, fluttering drill.

You're the court magician who guessed a lot. You're laughing with your eyebrows in the letter "C".

Meanwhile, the marquis lady, who seems to have restored her peace of mind, looks up at me like she's obstinate.

"But why go first when the destination is with you... Huh?

Even if they say so, "I'm coming with you," Togee won't allow it.

In the first place, the purpose was to keep the lonely Fi with the Balamos. As a result, he left home quite early.

Mr. Filomena, who was watching his half-brothers, tilted his neck wonderfully.

"... you two know each other?

"Uh... This daughter is Marquis Bailefeld's grandson."

"- Huh! It's the Marquis Bailefeld!?"

Mr. Filomena changed her complexion to my words.

Is there any cause for our 'be' and?

Well, no wonder that old man's buying grudges here and there.

But, hey, don't shake your head.

"No. I don't have a deep understanding with the Marquis. The problem is, I'm at the Marquis, a servant."

Even if they call me a servant at the Marquis'.

There are only a few people positioned away from me, and on the other hand, they have a lot of them in the main building, so even if you had an obsession with someone in there, it would be more likely someone you don't know at all.

"- That was last year..."

Did you say something out of the blue?

"I have been a record holder of one of the competitions held in this King's Capital…"

It's the past, isn't it?

"It's," Beautiful Boy, Soft Skin Contest "-. I've always been the champion, and at last year's tournament, I lost to the maid of pop......! If you ask, he was a servant working at the Marquis Bailefeld's house, talking about being the daughter of a wooden nobleman like you've never even heard of him...!

Oh, hi......

I've learned that it's not worth asking.

I mean, why is such a contest openly open?

"The Heavenly Group" springs up on Christmas and Valentine's Day, calling it an annoying group of sorcerer supremacy, and this country stinks.

You're twitching. With Miss Isabella confused by your words and a cold gaze from me, she hurries to cough and fix it.

"Kohon.... but I understand the situation. If this young lady is a bailefeld marquis, it's no wonder she knows Alt-kun."

Naturally, this guy seems to understand where I'm coming from.

"- And why, Mr. Filomena? Can you escort her to reception?

"I don't mind if I become a Marquis maid, because I can't do it like this, but what will Alto do?

"I'll be waiting for Mr. Filomena back here. Don't worry, I won't walk around flirtatiously"

"Well...... If that's what you say..."

For the court magician, I guess this place is a perception of 'safety'.

I can't believe you're sending Miss Isabella.

"Ugh... Um..."

Drill girl staring at this one with an anxious face.

I turned my best smile to her.

"Good luck with the exam, okay?

"-! Oh, it's not natural...! Oh, my God, you're gonna pass...!

It's a positive word as usual.

You're a proud kid, aren't you, this girl?

"What if, not only I, but you too..."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, together, I wonder if we're going to go through here...?

"It's..."

"Hey, whatever. No! It's nothing!

Miss Isabella ran away, saying so to strike it off.

"Oh, that's not the reception!?"

Mr. Filomena, too, rushes after him.

I want her to be hired. I want her to be hired.

Whatever the thoughts of the old Caspel, Isabella is a good child, and her village daughter is a good one.

You two might be able to get along.

Watch the half-sisters disappear.

Strange, I felt filled.

- There.

"- Huh!?"

Something strange has happened.

That was taught as knowledge, but it was the first time as experience.

(The talisman Abel gave me is responding -!?)

On my fifth birthday, a talisman gifted to me by my dear teacher.

A talisman that I have always worn but never used before.

That's the reaction.

At the same time, I felt signs from behind.

Eating bubbles and looking back, there's about the same age, one child.

That's white...

White everywhere...

Glossless, dull milky white -.

That kid, he was there.