Soaran cuddles her with joy, emotion and trembling. 'Genius', held tight, said 'bu' with some joy.
... However, the fancy looks like she has no interest in her sister's growth at all.
"It's time. I'll give it back to your mother, just let me go."
"Eh. Just a little more."
"You can't do this because Llang is loud when this kid is here. Yes, 'Carriage, please'"
She said it abruptly. That was a spell, apparently.
The fantion turned its palm upwards. She doesn't use canes to activate magic. Normally, for magic activation, she needs a wand or some other tool to amplify her magic powers, but for some reason, she can do that kind of artistry. Something like that is changing.
From the empty palm, the grain of light broke out zero, and eventually out of the swollen light, two horse stuffed animals and something like a small crib appeared. The crib has wheels and strings, and the strings are connected around the horse's neck. As the horse walked, the crib was pulled and moved, and the rind, the rind and the soft sound rang.
From Soaran's chest, a pleasant voice rises. Seeing him desperately stretching his arms, he apparently wants to get in the carriage.
"Uh, what is it? You made it? Amazing."
"Yes, I made it appropriately when I had time, but I think I liked it a lot"
I'll respond to your request and put you in the crib.
I'll touch everywhere to see if there's a safety issue, but the bed fence was sturdy built. Horse stuffed animals also walk as if they were real, but they don't seem as fast as they are. Repeat stop after a few steps and stop after a few steps.
Is it like a cradle and fun, on the bed, her mood keeps getting better and better.
This horse, by the way.
"Yeah."
"I made it pretty real at first, and then this kid, he cried,"
"I guess."
"I've been trying to shit, too."
"You're not indoors in the first place, are you?"
I don't think they should be used as indoor play gear for kids, but they should be allowed to plow in those fields as well, but stuffed animals wouldn't even be suitable for the fields.
When she looks at the crib, becoming a passenger, she reaches out of the bed and grips the tail of the horse. Whether that's a switch of some kind, the horse with his tail pulled, in a well-done voice, said, "Bullshit. Hihi-no," he hissed.
Looking at my sister, who laughs when she looks like she's having fun, she...
"Well, let's go to your mother."
I thought I'd say it. but.
... Unparalleled, I remember the remnants of fame.
"Please, let me play with you some more. 'Cause it keeps you quiet so you don't make a scene."
"The one who shuts up is Llang. Yes, 'Launch'. The destination is your mother's room."
But the fantion doesn't deal with Soaran's petition or anything. You look careless, again, cast a spell.
Zero light from the hands of the fantion dances around it and slips through the little hands trying to catch it. The light sucked into the horse stuffed animal and eventually slowly walked out.
It looks like a stuffed animal with a big head and big eyes, but both the trick of putting your feet forward and the motion of shaking your head, to the movement of your ears, seem perfectly authentic. Such a horse walked up to the door of the room and started kicking the door with her front leg. - This.
When I saw the functionality, she turned this way too. It sounds good if you say your fiancée is staring hot, but it's not actually such a sweet thing. Soaran sighed one, silently opening the door to him.
The horse, which had been removed from the way, proceeded to the hallway, making a noise, about Ringororin.
"Can't you open it yourself?"
"It would be weird if the horse could open and close the door."
It's the pursuit of reality in weird places.
Walking together about the crib, Toto baby carriage, we head to the room of the two mothers. Horse footsteps, crib toy sounds, and baby laughter echo the columnar corridor that climbs through the courtyard.
In the distance, I saw the cat. Two hairs and one spot (bump). One of the three hairs is pointing this way, and the other three hairs is staring at the ground to see if it's even a bug. And the spots, have they also lost their wild shards, belly-up on the grass, sleeping -
"Llang"
Suddenly a fantion called his name.
I use a serene voice to ask, "What is it?" What did you come up with this time? Are you talking about strange creatures, your own magic, or new experiments? I figured I'd play with this kid a little more, what a delightful suggestion......
That way, though I consider some possibilities.
At any rate, all of that went off.
"One day all of a sudden, you know the horror of losing your place?
"... Huh?
What the fantion threw was a sudden question. That, too, is very noisy.
What they say and remind me of is when I was much younger than I am now, when I lived on the Southwest Continent with my parents. It is already about the other side of memory. It's just that I remember that day when I was heard of the horror of losing my place.
But I wonder if she knows the horror. She was born in such a big mansion and lives without any feelings as a warrant?
... I wouldn't ask if I didn't know. But why?
Being unanswered, she went on to say:
"Llang, I need a favor."
"What?"
"Will you use the magic I taught you, that power, someday for 'her'?
The look of the fantion was mixed with something rare and plush. Unconditional mercy, directed at the loving.
Soaran didn't find it extraordinary or sad that it wasn't meant for him. Naturally, we're 'fiancées', but we don't love each other. Still, I was curious about the favor of the fancy - the object of this strange girl's favor.
"For whom?
"Mother's daughter"
That's the rhetoric I heard someday, I thought.
I remember when that was. When Soaran asked her who the baby was, she asked her who she was, and that's what the fantion called her.
"For you sisters? Absolutely."
"Not really."
Naturally, they didn't tell me that. All I could say was my fiancée, and I got the fantion to be good. What would I do if there were imminent danger to them, and if I had the power to help them both then? I don't even want to get lost with that stuff.
But she denied it again, too. I don't think so.
"Not for me, but for my 'sister'"
Soaran, I think. The fantasy didn't deny "Shut up" to Soaran, who repeatedly held the baby "cute".
I didn't say it wasn't cute.
My fiancée's, my dear sister. Her precious, beloved sister.
The functionality was always flaccid and faceless, overlapping and asking another question. The voice asking it didn't have any determination or weight, it was a truly other loving tone, like talking about tomorrow's weather.
"Llang. If one day, when I'm gone, will you use your power to protect this child?
Eventually in the room I reached, I saw her snuggling on the carriage, my sister's mother laughed, and the servant who held her up also broke her cheek, "She's a sweet sister and brother-in-law, and this child is happy," she said.