Life with my Little Sister
Isabella Edit El Bailefeld's daily routine is colored by The Bad Mouth of the Neighbor.
Says a bunch of scumbags.
Says the lowly beggars.
Says a barbarian who doesn't even know how to do it.
Many words were still incomprehensible to Isabella, who was only four years old, but in her childhood, she found that all of them were of the sort of bad gossip.
In a world where discrimination and identity differences are commonplace, 'good people to look down on' can be great sandbags.
Especially since the Marquis' daughter herself actively behaves and recommends it, the servants are happy to throw stones of malice.
'They' may discriminate.
No, you should be nursed.
Isabella grew up in that environment.
At any rate, my mother rejoices when she speaks ill of a distant dweller.
For Isabella, who has been told on a daily basis that she had to be a fine magician, it was more than a pleasure to turn to the joyful emotions of her mother's gaze.
It was about getting a sense of openness.
The young girl therefore continued vigorously to speak ill of the Crane Putt family.
But she doesn't know the 'reality' of her neighbor.
This doesn't bring out a bad tongue.
Ironically, Isabella began to be interested in her neighbor because she wanted the material to make the residents of the apartment look bad.
And across the hedge I peered - there was a smile.
That's a smile Isabella has never seen before.
It wasn't like ridicule, it was a sunny grin.
The family was always laughing.
I was leaning in with my family.
Parent-child, Isabella, who saw her hug each other in her siblings, was struck by the feeling that her chest could be tightened.
I have a girl dressed like myself.
Every time she is stroked in the head, she is pointing a melting smile at the boy.
The boy stroking the girl, his eyes are soft everywhere.
Have I ever had those eyes pointed at me?
"Does it feel good to be stroked...?
No one has heard the whine.
"Mother, can you stroke my hair...?
Back home, wishing so to Aufsta, the lady frowned annoyingly.
"What, suddenly! If you touch your hair, your set will collapse! May I, Isabella! A woman shouldn't let her hair touch her hands!
Did something grumpy happen, Aufsta's voice color is rough.
No, have you ever seen a mother with a reassuring expression?
"Isabella, I'm studying more than that, so it's awesome!? You have to pass the Magic Guide exam soon!? Because you have to prove that I'm better than those women's children!?"
Angry on the shoulder, Aufsta walks away.
Instead of having your head stroked, even a slight fuss.
…………
Isabella leaned down slightly.
The large room felt strangely cold.
Then she began to go and see her neighbor's 'family' even more.
The lowly ones whose mothers and servants ridicule them.
Live away, strange family.
(Laughing again...)
Smile.
Smile, smile, smile, smile.
Sometimes a crying face, an angry face.
But smile.
I wondered why it seemed so fun.
Speaking of wonders, there's always something unusual about the house next door.
It could be a tricycle, it could be a blanco, it could be a chavon ball.
Isabella's never-seen toys and playthings, she was always shaky and playing.
And the way it is.
Relationships too.
It's all not like Isabella's common sense.
The other side of this hedge seemed to the girl as if it were a far-off country.
- There was a change, one day, that April should be over.
A boy very similar to his father, who was always supposed to be stuck with a silver-haired girl, was alone beside Blanco.
But it doesn't look like he's playing.
He has serious eyes, touching playthings.
As Isabella is sucked in, she crosses the 'border' and steps into the land of the fairy.
Despite his abrupt voice in a high-pressure attitude, the boy was never surprised.
It's as if I knew I was here.
With a calm face and voice, he answered Isabella's question.
"Oh, yeah. I'm inspecting Blanco. It's tough in case anything happens. Is there anywhere you're hurt? Are there any areas we need to replace? I'm trying to find out when I'm free."
Isabella, who knows neither the word inspection nor its meaning, had no idea what it meant.
But I understood that I was not playing with arrows.
After a while, the boy turns to Isabella.
How long has it been, such as being able to gaze straight at others?
"Hello"
He said so and smiled.
A smile similar to my father's.
But some deep smile my father doesn't have.
I've never been directed at 'home', smile.
――――
For a moment, Isabella got stuck with the words.
But I don't know why that happened.
Turn around with Puy and give it back to the high-flying car.
"Oh, there's no greeting for you!
"Greeting is important, isn't it?
The boy tilts his little neck without looking particularly offended.
Isabella turns to the other side.
"You're not important! That's why I won't!
"So, does it matter about you?
"It's not natural for me to care!
"Then you'd better say hello. Nobody else, for your own good. To keep my price from dropping."
"I don't know what you're talking about!
"Nh... I mean"
He gave in a little and gazed at Isabella.
"It's nicer to be able to say hello, isn't it?
…………
Isabella glanced at her mouth, slightly, then, with a tiny voice, she said, "… hello".
"Yes, hello"
"I didn't tell you! The tree! I said hello to the tree there!
Biscuit, the boy nodded and showed the girl pointing to Bronco's falling tree.
"The journey. Sure enough, I was distracted by all the blancos, and you didn't appreciate the trees that always hang around. Some high priests once wrote letters to" The Island, "but I don't think I've reached that point."
I'm whining about something I don't understand.
Isabella remembers that her mother and servants said, "All my brothers and sisters are idiots."
Even if he stares at Giroli, the boy just laughs quietly.
"... so why are you alone now?
"The rest of the family is napping."
"Nap?
"Yes. Nap"
"Phew, phew..."
The boy laughs bitterly at Isabella, who sees Chirali and Blanco.
"Well, that's why, if you have time, I'd be glad if you'd mind?
"One, you're lonely by yourself. Normally, I don't have a brother-in-law for you, but if you want to play with me, why don't you?
"Yeah. I really do."
"- Eh!"
Isabella's body sifted a little.
"Oh, yeah. You don't have a choice. Then I'll play for you. But the good news is, if your mother finds out about this, she'll piss me off! So don't tell me anything about this, okay? Thank you for my kindness!
Reaching down, the boy took it in gentleman motion.
It is the first time, except for my brother, such as being touched by a boy.
Don't tell me you freaked me out.
"So, do you want to play blanco?
"That'll be good later! You have an unusual ride, right?!? First of all, I'll play for you! I'll tell you what, there's no choice!
"Whatever you say. Lady."
For the first time this day, Isabella played with children of her generation.
That's just it.
Even then, it was a fairy country event for her.
Chapter 377: 377 Episode 371: The grass is blue next door.
Says a bunch of scumbags.
Says the lowly beggars.
Says a barbarian who doesn't even know how to do it.
Many words were still incomprehensible to Isabella, who was only four years old, but in her childhood, she found that all of them were of the sort of bad gossip.
In a world where discrimination and identity differences are commonplace, 'good people to look down on' can be great sandbags.
Especially since the Marquis' daughter herself actively behaves and recommends it, the servants are happy to throw stones of malice.
'They' may discriminate.
No, you should be nursed.
Isabella grew up in that environment.
At any rate, my mother rejoices when she speaks ill of a distant dweller.
For Isabella, who has been told on a daily basis that she had to be a fine magician, it was more than a pleasure to turn to the joyful emotions of her mother's gaze.
It was about getting a sense of openness.
The young girl therefore continued vigorously to speak ill of the Crane Putt family.
But she doesn't know the 'reality' of her neighbor.
This doesn't bring out a bad tongue.
Ironically, Isabella began to be interested in her neighbor because she wanted the material to make the residents of the apartment look bad.
And across the hedge I peered - there was a smile.
That's a smile Isabella has never seen before.
It wasn't like ridicule, it was a sunny grin.
I was leaning in with my family.
Parent-child, Isabella, who saw her hug each other in her siblings, was struck by the feeling that her chest could be tightened.
I have a girl dressed like myself.
Every time she is stroked in the head, she is pointing a melting smile at the boy.
The boy stroking the girl, his eyes are soft everywhere.
Have I ever had those eyes pointed at me?
"Does it feel good to be stroked...?
No one has heard the whine.
"Mother, can you stroke my hair...?
Back home, wishing so to Aufsta, the lady frowned annoyingly.
"What, suddenly! If you touch your hair, your set will collapse! May I, Isabella! A woman shouldn't let her hair touch her hands!
Did something grumpy happen, Aufsta's voice color is rough.
No, have you ever seen a mother with a reassuring expression?
"Isabella, I'm studying more than that, so it's awesome!? You have to pass the Magic Guide exam soon!? Because you have to prove that I'm better than those women's children!?"
Angry on the shoulder, Aufsta walks away.
Instead of having your head stroked, even a slight fuss.
…………
Isabella leaned down slightly.
The large room felt strangely cold.
The lowly ones whose mothers and servants ridicule them.
Live away, strange family.
(Laughing again...)
Smile.
Smile, smile, smile, smile.
Sometimes a crying face, an angry face.
But smile.
I wondered why it seemed so fun.
Speaking of wonders, there's always something unusual about the house next door.
It could be a tricycle, it could be a blanco, it could be a chavon ball.
Isabella's never-seen toys and playthings, she was always shaky and playing.
And the way it is.
Relationships too.
It's all not like Isabella's common sense.
The other side of this hedge seemed to the girl as if it were a far-off country.
- There was a change, one day, that April should be over.
A boy very similar to his father, who was always supposed to be stuck with a silver-haired girl, was alone beside Blanco.
But it doesn't look like he's playing.
He has serious eyes, touching playthings.
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"Hey, what are you doing... eh"Despite his abrupt voice in a high-pressure attitude, the boy was never surprised.
It's as if I knew I was here.
With a calm face and voice, he answered Isabella's question.
"Oh, yeah. I'm inspecting Blanco. It's tough in case anything happens. Is there anywhere you're hurt? Are there any areas we need to replace? I'm trying to find out when I'm free."
Isabella, who knows neither the word inspection nor its meaning, had no idea what it meant.
But I understood that I was not playing with arrows.
After a while, the boy turns to Isabella.
How long has it been, such as being able to gaze straight at others?
"Hello"
He said so and smiled.
A smile similar to my father's.
But some deep smile my father doesn't have.
I've never been directed at 'home', smile.
――――
For a moment, Isabella got stuck with the words.
But I don't know why that happened.
Turn around with Puy and give it back to the high-flying car.
"Oh, there's no greeting for you!
The boy tilts his little neck without looking particularly offended.
Isabella turns to the other side.
"You're not important! That's why I won't!
"So, does it matter about you?
"It's not natural for me to care!
"Then you'd better say hello. Nobody else, for your own good. To keep my price from dropping."
"I don't know what you're talking about!
"Nh... I mean"
He gave in a little and gazed at Isabella.
"It's nicer to be able to say hello, isn't it?
…………
Isabella glanced at her mouth, slightly, then, with a tiny voice, she said, "… hello".
"Yes, hello"
"I didn't tell you! The tree! I said hello to the tree there!
Biscuit, the boy nodded and showed the girl pointing to Bronco's falling tree.
"The journey. Sure enough, I was distracted by all the blancos, and you didn't appreciate the trees that always hang around. Some high priests once wrote letters to" The Island, "but I don't think I've reached that point."
I'm whining about something I don't understand.
Isabella remembers that her mother and servants said, "All my brothers and sisters are idiots."
Even if he stares at Giroli, the boy just laughs quietly.
"The rest of the family is napping."
"Nap?
"Yes. Nap"
"Phew, phew..."
The boy laughs bitterly at Isabella, who sees Chirali and Blanco.
"Well, that's why, if you have time, I'd be glad if you'd mind?
"One, you're lonely by yourself. Normally, I don't have a brother-in-law for you, but if you want to play with me, why don't you?
"Yeah. I really do."
"- Eh!"
Isabella's body sifted a little.
"Oh, yeah. You don't have a choice. Then I'll play for you. But the good news is, if your mother finds out about this, she'll piss me off! So don't tell me anything about this, okay? Thank you for my kindness!
Reaching down, the boy took it in gentleman motion.
It is the first time, except for my brother, such as being touched by a boy.
Don't tell me you freaked me out.
"So, do you want to play blanco?
"That'll be good later! You have an unusual ride, right?!? First of all, I'll play for you! I'll tell you what, there's no choice!
"Whatever you say. Lady."
For the first time this day, Isabella played with children of her generation.
That's just it.
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