And my sister was born...
I've been looking for you.
"Olivia."
The celebration arrives without a pull, the servant rushes around, and Daniel, his father, who had always cried happily since his birthday, is thrown into the storage shed as "out of the way".
No strange shade, peaceful but noisy days. Nah, nah. And in the mansion, where cat-like voices frequently sound, the fantasy said, what were you doing that day?
In the courtyard, I was looking at the flowers.
In the warm sunlight, flowers bloom and butterflies dance. To greet the guests who come to celebrate, the fantion was dressed in a black robe, which is an outfit, but part of the hem has already changed color because of wandering around the garden.
Seeing it, Olivia frowned openly, but before being told the novel, greeted.
"There you are, Olivia. You say you're usually busy, but you've come a long way. Actually, are you free?
"Time finally opened up, so I was just rushed. I can't be here for an hour, so don't make me take any extra time."
"I have no choice. When you're in the room, a servant comes with care."
"Care?
"Everyone was distracted by the baby and wondered if I was lonely. Especially if you're my sister, she's smart, but she's just a kid, and she's the one who got it, so don't you remember how alienated she is - right? That's what I'm telling you."
"Isn't that sweet? Thank you."
"I'm drowning too much in tenderness, this way. I can't even read books."
At that time, a servant walked over here with a big wrap for two.
Pull Olivia's robe and stop at the end of the hallway. A servant walking in thanksgiving. Their luggage looks like flowers or something. The sender had the name of Soaran, the fiancée of the fantion, but the handwriting is not his. In one way or another, it resembled Olivia's writing.
"Why don't you see Olivia, too? Baby - Cecil."
"I've already said hello. Are you okay?"
"I can't stand my ears and my thoughts"
I remembered the voice of a baby filled with all over the room and frowned.
A fantion who came over to this mansion and purchased a lot of knowledge, but I don't talk to him, I just didn't know how to deal with creatures who wake up and cry and sleep yet.
Suddenly I turn my face bright red and start crying, and I sleep with a half-open mouth when I think I've been held up and shaken up and turned down the volume. Drop the saliva as well. I suffer from understanding what the hell I'm thinking and acting like that, but the person won't even explain it to me and won't talk.
Olivia laughed funny.
"That's unusual. I can't believe you think you're horrible."
"I wouldn't think it would be horrible if that was human. To my mind, babies are probably creatures different from humans. It's horrible because it's unknown. And..."
And.
I remember my sister the first time I saw her.
"I don't even throw up jewels."
To the confession of the fantion, Olivia did not move one eyebrow.
"I saw it, too. Again, Cecil."
"Of course. You inherited it."
The fantion laughed.
'Physique' called Ore Disease.
"If you apply that 'physique' to rats and birds and let them produce a large quantity of gems, the wizard will be able to purchase processed gems cheaper than they are now. It is a very worthy body for a wizard to be able to produce its own gems, which are indispensable as magic tools. But how the hell does it work to be born and be able to throw up gems? Lung or belly? If I could, I'd stick my throat out and take a closer look at the magic flow."
"Don't do it. Never."
You felt an odd heat in the tone of the fantion, Olivia told you to apply cold water.
"Something to do. I'm not looking that far, and even if I stuck her in the stomach right now, ore sickness is not something I can analyze with my current wizard's technology."
The functionality knew the limits of technology and knowledge of the modern wizard. In the first place, even the magical presence of oreosis is treated as legendary among wizards. If you want to study this physique, keep her alive until the future, where analysis is possible. In other words, keeping her healthy is above all a condition.
Even if not, her safety is a top priority over being hired as an escort. There was enough discernment to think about that much.
Answering that, Olivia laughed with her nose for some reason, hmm.
"The best thing you can think of when you look at that kid is still being researched."
Even though I say as if I am familiar with the character of the functionality.
The fantion tilted its little neck.
"No, I thought it was adorable. Normally."
……
"What, that face"
"I'm just surprised you had the sensibility to think the baby was cute, too."
Excuse me.
"I do.... What about Olivia? You think she's cute?
"Don't think to the crowd. Because I have a baby, too."
Again, it was unexpected.
"Really?
"Didn't I tell you? There's one just like you."
"First ear"
I wasn't particularly interested, though. It's a world where it's not strange to have a fiancée in thirteen or four, and it's not uncommon to be so. However, I thought that again, that Olivia and I had become friends not so short anymore, but we still don't know each other much.
And I guess Olivia wasn't going to give details about her family structure either. I changed my mind about work.
"How's Soaran?"
The other day I spoke of the name of the boy who sunny and engaged to the fantion.
Nevertheless, I have only spoken face-to-face a few times. There's not so much we can talk about - he's certainly promising for the future. I think it's okay to make a point. Whatever you say,
"When I first met him, I tied him up with a snake I magically put out, but he didn't run away."
"Get along."
I'm going to do it.
"I think it's an interesting talent. Personally."
"Use it well."
"I know."
Now, how much more could he carry on the teachings of his fancy.
Reddening my cheeks and crying fuzzy, reminds me of the baby. A little figure held up by my mother's arms, swayed, and finally sobbing.
I read about it in a book of things, but they're still blind to newborn babies. There's no way I know the surroundings. Still, I guess I don't like something, I'm uncomfortable, I'm desperate to call for help. He said he had nothing to show you.
Olivia, who searched for an escort, Angelica, who accepted it, and Cecil, who was born.
Whatever means you use...
"Only that you chose me, I'll make sure you don't regret it"