Chapter 107: 107 Episode 105: Portrait of a Family

A gift for my sister, who is three years old.

That's the clam I bought in the commercial district this spring.

Fee called me garbage, that's it.

My hometown, Japan, sometimes paints shellfish with color and finishes like art.

I imitated it, processed the clams, and created a little rocket pendant.

Ordinary rockets are open horizontally but open vertically because they are shellfish.

The joints are also machined so that they can be opened and closed securely.

There's something I carved in and painted.

"Yay, this... Huh? Huh?

There's a portrait of the family.

We're family.

Especially since I don't have the skill to paint exquisite paintings, I let myself be deformed.

As much as I thought I'd do with a silhouette at first.

Was that better?

It's just that we should still be able to figure out who it is.

Fee in the center. Next door, me.

A mother who can hold us and one elf who seems to stop by.

The most important thing in this world, my treasure.

- Eternal family.

St. Rocinari, inscribing only the word.

The sanctuary that perished around the middle of his history of demonic guidance, Rocinari, he said, was a place where he wished and blessed the unity and prosperity of his clans and blood tribes.

Therefore, it is clearly expressed in the language of the time.

Naturally, I don't speak St. Rocinari.

It was Gad the Dwarf who helped me process this letter.

Sometimes they ask me to carve a gift message when I create a weapon or ornament based on a request.

So unless you're also a schoolless blacksmith, you talk about remembering celebratory messages in various languages.

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The rocket is painted so you can see it's beautiful from a distance.

The paint is powdered with the magic iron obtained from Gado and mixed with special materials reinforced by the procedure for passing through the demonic core.

Since the original is just shellfish, there is a risk of damage or deterioration if the strength is not increased that way.

Thanks to this, the blacksmith tattooed me to the point that I had become very sturdy and the colors would not peel off as well.

The shellfish I prepared, when.

There are two small ones, one for the normal size.

Of course, it's all locked up.

It's manual, so the illustrations are all different.

"I'm glad your mother and Abel took this."

I made the creation with the intention from the beginning.

Because we're family, we all have to have it.

What I gave my mother, mother in the center.

Abel is in the middle of what I gave Abel.

I'll have one, too.

Fee has two tiny rockets.

The first portrait of the family that one gave away.

The other, it's a birthday present, so it's just me and Fee's two shots.

(I don't mean to please you, but I hope it's not annoying...)

I have a lot of trouble getting out at a friend's wedding and being given a plate or something with pictures of the bride and groom, but I hope they haven't given me the same confusion as I do...

Because you're completely self-satisfied, this.

Just give me a break for the pulled smile.

I saw my mother.

Mother was quietly narrowing her eyes.

With a smile on his face, at least, it doesn't seem annoying.

Well, this guy is drowning on me, so I guess he'll be happy, even if it's terrible.

"Al..."

"Ugh, yeah."

"Thanks. Glad to hear it."

When they say it with such a flowery smile, this one gets in trouble.

Seeing him hug his pendant in his chest, he reminds me that when I say that, this man was inherently an amazing beauty.

Of course, I won't put it in my mouth. Because it will be punished.

Then I saw Abel.

Abel looked down at the portrait quietly.

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"Abel......?

What's the matter with you?

Though it seems a little different that you are dissatisfied.

The little elf stared at the family painting.

Are you unconscious, white beautiful fingers look through my carved shitty letters.

"... family"

The words that Abel shrugged felt kind of like very deep and heavy words.

My mother notices how my best friend is doing and she whispers something when she stops by.

"So... Al... I don't know... you... alone... Shh... no..."

I wonder what it is?

You got my name, but I'm sure you shouldn't ask.

Abel nodded to her mother, leaving on a small run.

"What!? Oh!? Abel...!?"

What!?

What are you talking about?

As I was shrugging, my mother slapped Pong on my shoulder.

"You don't have to worry about Al yet, do you? But someday, I wonder if you want her to be happy..."

"What? Huh? No, one day, I want Abel to be happy at all times...?

"Hehe. Right. But the only reason I want to make you happy is because that" thought "never arrives."

"Mother, what do you mean?"

"Fine, fine. Leave that kid to me, my best friend, 'now'? Al, stay with Fee, okay?

My mother left the room, too.

I don't know, but is it my fault?

Before you knew it, you touched your heart wound or something?

Should I apologize later?

No, unless your mother tells you so, maybe you shouldn't do anything extra.

Let's see how it goes for a while.

But anyway, I'm the only one beside the star of your birthday party.

Fee, I hope you don't mind...

I turn to my sister.

Then.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!

Just at that time, My Angel has been rolling out tackles.

Catch it disappointingly.

My Sister rubbed her head against mine.

"Hehe...... heh! Hehe...... heh! Whoa, whoa, whoa! Come on!"

My sister poking a shellfish pendant in front of me.

It's two shots of me and Fee, the one I gave you later.

"Uh, you liked it?

"Ugh! Phew, I'm happy! Phew, anytime! He glanced at me! Phew, that's what I'm gonna do!

Is that the way you rejoice?

Well, I guess it's a lot better than not being pleased.

"Oh, my God! When I open it, there's a phew!

Does feeling me mean my magic?

Because I worked pretty hard to get in, and this girl might know that.

"... well. I'm glad you're happy, and so am I."

"Phew, I've always wanted this! I'll make it from your side!

When they say so much, they laugh bitterly at the boulders.

If I lose it, I'll just have to make it again.

Fee narrowed her eyes gladly as she stroked her sarcastic silver hair.

"Hehe...! Ha, ha!

Birthday is a day to celebrate being born.

I can wholeheartedly bless the birth of this girl.

The day I spent with Fee.

The future of living with Fee.

Everyday with this daughter.

Life with my sister.

It's all a treasure.

So I can cloud from my heart.

"Fee, thank you for being born"

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