My Archangel

However, after a few seconds after such thoughts surfaced, she didn't care.

In Elisa's view, as a leader, he has done enough to protect his family.

Protected her safety at an early age and gave her sufficient resources and room for growth. Now Erisa is an adult... Even if she does not intend to contribute to the construction of "paradise", she intends to leave this world to explore outside, That's nothing.

However... What Elisa didn't expect was that that night, after she went home... she saw the group of quilts that had been thrown out by her in the morning and was obviously wrapped in some "person". .

Although she was thrown out in the morning,...this sister went home again by herself.

And look at it like that... It seems to have been back for a long time, probably just as soon as she walked away on her front foot in the morning, the child ran back by itself with a patter on her back foot...

"..."

Immediately after hearing the movement, Elisa was silent for a moment after she met her sister, who had her head poked out of the quilt.

Then... she walked over in silence.

"..."

At that moment, it was obvious that Elisa, who had a strange expression on Elisa's face, also quickly noticed the matter, and quickly retracted her head back into the soft quilt.

That night, a thick blanket flew out of Elisa's house again.

But on the second night, when Elisa returned home, she found that the quilt had already appeared in her home...

Even the barrier she set up when she left in the morning... was broken in one fell swoop.

Obviously she thinks that there is that barrier, it should be easy to prevent this sister from slipping home again...

"Elisa... are you... deliberately annoying your sister?"

Elisa is not a patient character in itself.

At that time, watching Elyssa, who seemed to think that "to drive her out" was a joke, watching this unmotivated sister who seemed to be planning to "grab her old", she rubbed her forehead silently.

"Don't let my sister hate you, okay?"

Although she hesitated for a moment, it was the first time that she showed a cold look at the sister in front of her.

That night, the quilt flew out of the house again.

But on the third day, after Elisa returned home after a busy day, she did not see the familiar group of quilts in the room again.

Because this time, the quilt had appeared in her vision long before she entered the house.

At this time, in the courtyard outside the house, a carpet was being laid, and just above the carpet, the quilt was lying quietly on it.

"..."

Stopping at the entrance of the cabin, Elisa turned her head slightly and looked out of the courtyard through the window.

Her gaze stayed for a moment on the quilt belonging to her younger sister, Elisa was silent for a moment this time, and did not go out to throw the quilt out as before.

In this situation now, she has realized... her sister Erisa... seems a little strange.

The world she saw in her eyes, the things she yearned and longed for, seemed to be...somewhat different from what she thought.

Since she wants to stay here so much... just stay.

Anyway, Elisa didn't intend to continue preparing for her grown-up sister for the subsequent training resources and other things.

Unfortunately, that night, there were light rains in "heaven".

It's really a very, very tiny raindrop, even as the leader of the archangel, as the master of this world, as long as Elisa wants to, the rain can stop in a single thought.

But she did not do so.

Quietly walked to the window sill, pinching the necklace pendant that she wore only a few days ago on her chest, Elisa watched the yard still curled up on the carpet, letting little raindrops slide from above. The blanket was silent for a long time.

Tools made of real angel feathers naturally have the most basic waterproofness.

But this is the case. At this moment, Elisa looked at it, and the scenery in the yard looked quite embarrassed.

Can't help but frown.

In the end, Elisa seemed to have given up something, sighed, left the room with an inexplicable and heavy mood, and walked into the yard.

"Erisa, what do you want me to do?"

Stopping in front of the carpet, Elisha rubbed her temples silently, opening her mouth like this.

Although there was a moment in my mind the idea of ​​throwing the disobedient sister who was in front of me, who was so clear that she had said so clearly, that she would rush back out of the house again, but...Elisa's hand has never dealt with this again. Thoughts generate responses.

Concession was made for the first time.

To be honest... Elisa's mood at the time had become quite speechless.

She didn't know... why this sister was so obsessed with returning to this home.

Obviously, I have been thrown out of the house several times so clearly, but still I am.

why?

Is it simply because you were thrown out of the house by yourself...so you are angry?

Or is it because I have become accustomed to asking for it, so even after adulthood, I don’t want to use my own efforts to get resources for practice?

But... she remembered the first time she saw Elisa, the child's eyes when she looked at the angel Maywell statue, the longing and longing that filled her eyes... were not fake.

Being able to show such eyes at such a young age can only represent one thing, and that is... the kid at the time really wanted something.

Rather, it was precisely because I had captured the emotions in Erissa’s eyes, the "desire" and "longing" for strength and honor that had been revealed in my own eyes when I was a child, so... Elisha would choose to adopt this girl herself, instead of throwing it back to other archangels who prefer children to raise.

Although she hasn't said it clearly, she has high expectations for Erisa.

She feels that this child may grow into the same type as herself in the future, or even become a competitor that shakes her leadership position.

For her, it is very interesting to be able to create an opponent who can generate pressure in this boring environment.

But now... something seems to have changed.

This younger sister who was brought up by herself and gave a little hope... I don't know why, she has become a waste wood who likes to stay at home all day long.

"Go ahead, Elisa, tell me, what do you...what do you want to do?"

Thinking of this, Elisa sighed again, just staring coldly at her sister who had already poked her head out of the quilt, and asked.

"..."