Nigotta Hitomi no Lilianne

Some time after the odd noise raised by the toddler, five people on the couch continued to bicker.

Whatever the odd toddler - about herself, Lillianne La Christophe, is not mixed up in such bickering, she listens to herself with a little bit of annella granny.

The main speakers are Theo and Ellie, who are arrow-handed and talking early just saying they can't talk enough. Most of the content is about Lillianne.

For these two people, whether they talk or not, there's no way to get to the bottom of it.

It was a grand gesture of speaking, as if being a brother fool, a sister fool were just as proud.

Listening to my two sisters brag, I thought I heard a knock and the door opened and someone came in.

Annella, I was unable to confirm it because it was held by the old lady, but I knew immediately who had come.

"Excuse me. Master Randolph is here to see you."

"Okay. I'll be ready in a minute, so please wait."

The butler who approached me and thanked me told me that it was the visit of an old man from Randolph.

It's only been a couple of hals (hours) since I sent your old man a request for a check-up. I thought it would be enough for him to come and see me in the course of the day, but it's a long time ago.

Is it still the Christopher family preferred doctor? He cares a lot about himself, and he's the kind of guy who lashes out his old body and lets him cut his breath until he rushes.

"So, Dear Roland, Dear Annella. I'm going to get Lily dressed, so if you'll excuse me."

"I'll help you too. Come on, Lily, shall we?

"Grandma, I'll help you too!

"Bye, me too."

"So am I."

It almost became a stream for everyone to help, but the last Roland word was never finished until the end.

He shouted in his heart that he had nothing to lose when he stuck on the floor.

Naturally, only the women were there when they came back to the room.

Theo was about to arrive, and Ellie stared at him and went back under the floor and kissing him.

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It has become recent roomwear in the room - plenty of lace and frills, fluffy feminine camisoles with ribbons everywhere and this pants in skirt with frills on the hem and built-in shorts on the left and right sides of the waist.

I am very glad that the pants gut type doesn't make me feel uncomfortable. I have already given up frills and laces and ribbons.

It's on pretty much any kind of clothes. There's nothing I can do about it at the earliest.

By the way, it is a little tense with a nappy replacement cloth, but it also seems to be calculated and made, so it is not a patsy.

I'm done dressing and yellow screams are coming from my sister and grandmother, but I dare you to ignore me.

Certainly my gender now is female. You can't choose the clothes you want to wear, and you won't refuse to wear them. No, in my mind, the first one was screaming at the moment I touched it and figured it out, right?

Even a woman's body is still a man's heart. I'm anxious to live my life as a woman, and I don't have a sense of reality and I'm not convinced.

But that's none of their business. Is the yellow scream Theo? It lasted until I urged it.

The check-up that began repeated the same thing three times, and as a result ended with the conclusion that it was as completely blind as before.

The same thing was repeated three times, naturally at Grandpa Roland's request.

As far as he was concerned, he seemed to want to get the possibility that he was seeing it as it stood.

There may have been such a conclusion if the instruments used by the old man for the examination had magic powers or if they had used his body, but unfortunately, the instruments used to perform eye examinations did not appear in the eyes where only magic could be seen.

When the old man examined his eyes, he seemed to be waving something in his hand. Is it like a pendulum because the hand you have is barely shaken? Seems to be checking to see how his eyes are following it.

If you can see it, will you keep your distance and measure the degree of vision? I'm always only about 30 cm away from my face, I'm not sure because I've done it.

It is difficult to return complex answers, even if they were naturally visible in babies.

I guess that's why they use the relatively simple instinctive thing of "chasing moving objects with their eyes" to inspect them.

It's like using a variety of other instruments when examining the eyes, but I can't see all of them without magic.

So I didn't know exactly what I was doing.

Having heard the conclusion, Roland just said, well, without breaking his serious expression.

I guess I didn't think it seemed like a good time, whenever and conveniently, as I was concerned.

Theo and Ellie were sadly dropping their shoulders, but the seriously expressing grandfather took the old man outside after that. The door was closed, too, and naturally I can't hear you.

Even if Theo and Ellie are blind, Lily is Lily! That's why I'm fine! And he said it as if we were telling ourselves.

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It was a little dinner after I was examined, but today it meant eating with my grandparents, not in my usual room, but somewhat where I walked down the stairs.

I think I can eat in the room separately if there are about two more grandparents, but the smell fills the room anyway, whether it's still rich consciousness or because I thought about the hassle of carrying food.

The meal began as soon as the maids brought in the dish, which smelled very good as soon as I got to my seat.

As usual, I slowly eat as Ena directs me.

Grandma Annella smiles slightly the usual way and Grandpa Roland looks at it as she explores it.

As at the time of the examination, he does not seem to have abandoned the possibility that he may be blind. He seems to think that there is a time to be visible, and he is exploring it so that the timing can come at any time. That's the way it is.

It doesn't feel like I suspect it at the earliest. Neither does Grandma Annella particularly care about the evidence.

The meal basically went solemnly without anyone talking, except Ena.

Doesn't mean I bring a lot of food at once, but after eating like a course dish, it looks like I'm bringing the next one.

That's not what I'm cooking for, but I seem to have it brought together to some extent.

Eat while they guide you through different kinds of dishes one by one.

I like to fry carrot butter these days. Instead of the common type that is cut elongated, it is shaped as if it is also knifed in a star shape.

Besides, I'll have the fork induced and stabbed and eaten in a bite. Naturally the size is the size that goes into the toddler's mouth. I also think the shape is somewhat star-shaped due to the texture.

Overall, this carrot butter stir-fry with strong sweetness is very tasty in the flavor of either high salt or low flavor.

I liked carrots during my life, but I didn't really like them when they were stir-fried in butter.

I guess the taste is also a toddler's sole. It feels delicious to be sweet. On the contrary, it is not tasty when it is bitter.

I don't really like carrots alone. Can't you eat peppers like this?

I just loved peppers my whole life, I'm a little nervous.

By the way, peppers have never come out before. Maybe it just came out flavored differently, but there had never been a single, peppery flavor before. There is also the possibility that it does not exist only in different worlds, but when I grow up I definitely want to eat it, so I don't want to give up.

I didn't eat many onions in my lifetime, but now I don't. Onion soup flavoured soup and utensils often come out, so it's probably onion.

This is also sweet and delicious. They may find everything delicious when it's sweet.

The taste of a child is simple.

Is that why? Overall, the composition has a lot of sweetness, but other than that, the salt is generally strong or thin, and I don't like it because it doesn't taste good.

I eat whatever I'm served, but it doesn't taste good unless it's fruit or sweet flavoring.

Let them have the bread they chopped into small pieces and eat it.

It was often portrayed in novels about different worlds, but this is a rich mansion. Naturally, it's soft bread. And sweet. So it's just flavorful and super delicious.

I would like to put it on the rest of the sauce of fried carrot butter and eat it, but I can't because I don't know where the carrot plate is.

Ena doesn't take that into account either. I know, but at times like this, it's terrible.

I slowly taste bread, soup or fruit water.

I'm still a toddler so I can't eat much, but the time it takes is much slower than the other four finish eating.

Not that Ena has accompanied me all the time today, but my finished eating, Grandma Annella, is taking turns with Ena.

Whether it was just a coincidence that Ena was able to grasp this preference or not, it is delicious in turn.

In the meantime, it looks like Ena was finishing her meal. I guess I didn't eat in a hurry, but still faster than this one finishes eating.

That's all it takes. Eating while letting people direct you takes time anyway.

It was a strange flavor that hardly changed when it was cold, but is that why the saltiness was so strong or the flavor was so thin?

Because it has just cooled down, there is no need to replace it with something new and warm. I guess that means it's not the same as tea.

I ate a slow, slightly chilled carrot butter stir-fry and my stomach was full. After all, when it cooled, the type of this hand became salty and not as tasty as it was at first.

But it was a satisfying dinner.

I don't mean to say that it's an unsatisfactory meal, but I'm eating with Ena today.

And my grandparents are the same. After all, a meal that we all eat seems delicious.

The warm dining landscape is the best spice.

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Today to welcome my grandparents, the shocking behavior of the two of them. also a vicious and unparalleled feeling of the mundane. I fell asleep sooner than usual because of the fatigue that my grandmother Annella had left me with.

From around the words of Ena, who said she was going to have a baby bath, there was no more memory and it was interrupted.

Not Ena, but even while Grandma Annella was having her baby bath cleaned up, she seemed to be rowing the boat at last.

Still, only the bath seems to be well taken.

The bath is important. Not only can you keep your body clean, but you can also wash your mind. Very important.

It's important. I told you twice.

I'm sleepy now.

It's been a rough day.

It may also have been the first time I've ever been born into this world to have a tough day like today.

My last memory today was of the Virgin Mary with a smile that I don't think I would have stopped all day.