"Let me talk to you!
I hear you were looking at this one, not a duel, Sister Sulit, speaking with a fuzzy nose.
"Oh, sister?
Looking at what was wrong, Sister Sulit, who once walked to Brother Orlis, took both hands of his brother.
Besides, Brother Orlis makes his eyes black and white.
"You mean you're in trouble because the Spirit loves you too much. Then come to our lab!
"Madame's...?
Uncle Oedipus follows Brother Orlis, who looks confused.
"My wife runs a laboratory that mainly researches spiritual magic. Also compatible with witchcraft that people were born with. Perhaps we can find out more about your situation."
That's certainly just fine. The story quickly came together, and while attending the school to which Brother Orlis now belongs, he was to belong to the institute.
By the way, it seems that the school your brother attends is like a university that hits above Abdenzia: the Mystico Prova Institute.
My brother seemed to be a student for once, as long as he had solid submissions and exams to take credit for or something.
Okay, well. There was a lot going on, but one thing settled down, and the party came to a safe end.
Brother Orlis and Aunt Fresia, the other invitees have gone home, and now only relatives members of the family and Haime.
The evening is over, the grown-ups have wine, and the kids have a pre-bedtime drink with one hand in the living room.
"Nevertheless, I didn't expect to suddenly solicit on that occasion"
My mother, lit by the lamp at night, laughs hehe. Brother Orlis, I'm talking about entering the institute.
"... Daiwa, you seemed to be looking at your old self and couldn't let it go, could you?
That's what Uncle Oedipus says with his shoulders up.
To that so unexpected remark, I got to the point.
"Sister Sullight was like brother Orlis...?
As she floated her hatena, Sister Sulite laughed bitterly, saying it was an old story.
"Because of the color of this dark pink eye, which is close to red, I've always been bullied... and I wasn't sure. I stretched my forehead and hid it like you did today, Orlis, and it was like a ghost. There was a time when I was afraid to go out in public..."
"Huh......?!
It's a shock. I can't imagine a Sister Sulit like the ghost of a drawstring.
"Ugh. But your sister changed with the power of love, didn't she?"
When her mother dyed her cheeks pop and said so, Uncle Richterite, who had been drinking wine quietly, grumbled.
"Sura has really changed. With all that momentum, no one can stop us from getting married."
Oh, whoa. There was a lot going on.
I could imagine Sister Sulit reborn with her hair cut off and laughing high.
"But how did you get bullied because of the color of your eyes? It's such a beautiful color..."
When I said that in a pompous way, your father answered, oh.
"There's a certain number of people who discriminate with the color of their eyes. The closer you get to the most hated, red eyes, the more indiscriminate insults you get."
"Hate me...? What do you have in your red eyes?
Something seems complicated. Sister Sullight takes over the story.
"Generally, red eyed humans are said to be suitable for forbidden curses and spiritual techniques that catalyze blood. And you're afraid because you often have high magic powers."
"Really..."
Pickles and my body trembled when I heard it was a curse.
If there is indeed such a theory, people may be scared of red eyes.
"I gave up on the forbidden curse because I couldn't try it. But I wanted to know the truth about the story of blood as a catalyst, Origin Slot... so I started studying spiritual witchcraft."
I see, I nod.
Whatever the consequences, you push towards the truth about yourself.
I kind of thought that sounded like a very sister.