22-battery. Heartfelt words




 
Mr. Schilvio! Ah-so-boo!

 I cheerfully knock on the door of brother Silvio's room.

''........''

 But there was no reply from Brother Silvio. But he's not away. Because earlier I saw him entering the room with sweets and a book in his hand.

 It's elegant. You look like an aristocrat.

 ...para....

 If you listen carefully, you can hear the sound of the pages of a book being turned over. It's proof of Brother Silvio's presence.

 Brother Silvio is kind. So, being a cute little brother, there's no way he won't respond to my invitation to play. Even if I'm concentrating. Even if the story is in a good place, he responds to me without a single unpleasant look on his face.

 He's a good brother. But maybe that's a good way to get past Elinora's sister. I'll have to try it sometime.


You're a good friend of mine. Not there?

 Well, anyway, there's no such thing as brother Silvio.

 After all, is he sulking about yesterday?


 I think back to last night.


 Yesterday, I was invited by Silvio's brother to play shogi.

 Since I wasn't even good at shogi to begin with, my brother Silvio, who worked hard every day, was able to catch up with me in the blink of an eye.

 Nowadays, the odds are 50-50 against each other.
 The day when I will be no match for them is near.

 I am attacking Brother Silvio's jade pieces with minimal protection.

"Brother Silvio, you are very good at defending yourself.

....

 Then brother Silvio makes a bitter face for some reason.

''Hmm? What's going on?

It's nothing. See, next time Al.

Uh-huh.

 I placed my corner pieces in the middle of the field and stared at them, boldly attacking the opponent's position with flying cars, katsura horses and gold pieces.

 Brother Silvio protects his jade pieces with silver and gold to keep them out of the range of my horn pieces. I put out a decoy, but it doesn't come on at all. A bodyguard, huh?

 By the way, the job of the bodyguard is, of course, to protect the target of the bodyguard.

 There is a scene that a bodyguard shoots a handgun in a cool manner or beats up a dangerous person in a movie, etc., but I hear it is a disqualifying act as an original bodyguard.

 It is said that the priority of a bodyguard is to protect the target safely, or to let him escape, and it's no good when you enter a battle. He always observes everything around him and predicts how he will move in the future to ensure his safety.

 It's more of a cowardly person than someone who is good at fighting.
 They have the aptitude.

 I'm off topic, but in any case, Brother Silvio's silver and gold pieces are annoying.

 The balls also run away like water flowing smoothly by the balls.

 Also, the silver and gold pieces around them cling together as well.

''Ah! Brother Silvio, make a barrier with silver and gold pieces again!

"....barrier....silvio...barrier...

Hmm? What's going on?

 Shoulders slumped in a paragraph. Brother Silvio.

 Huh? What is it? What's going on?

 ...Oh, you reacted to the barrier?

 After that, he followed Brother Silvio's lead and protected his balls. The formation was also torn down.

 Jade was also struck down by my corner piece.

 When my jade, the king, is struck down, there is no point in fighting any longer.

 The pieces, whose hearts had been broken, were quietly put into the crate.

"I'm going to bed, Al,

I'll just clean up. Good night.

 Brother Silvio returned from his study room to his own room, dazed and dizzy.


 The above is what happened last night.


 Now that I think about it, I might have broken Brother Silvio's heart with my words at that moment.

 Well, it can't be helped. Brother Silvio will be in a better mood tomorrow.

 I took the trouble to make a homemade baseball.

 Well, I just tightened a piece of suitable cloth around it and tied it up with a string.

 My brother Silvio didn't have any company, so I headed towards the dining room to eat some snacks.

 On the way, I was clunking the ball against the wall and was warned by Mel, the maid.

 Behind her, Meena is fidgeting a bit. She's restless as she turns her glancing gaze to the ball in my hand and then breaks eye contact.

 I know what I'm doing, okay? Meena wants to play ball, too, right? He's just a guy who can't help himself. I'll throw the ball in the common room later and leave it for you.


 I walk past and head to the dining room with a disappointed Mina at my back.

 Lately, there's been a lot of variation in the snacks thanks to me and Bartolo, and the frequent gatherings of everyone. A big reason for this, though, is that Bartolo has been hiding more sugar than I thought.

 It even led to a couple of shelves being installed so that I could get to the dishes quickly.

 To my surprise, sister Elinora was sitting on a chair in the dining room with a cookie plate in her hand.

'Geez!'

'Geez! What's that?!

 Oops, it was an unintentional reflection.
 I did look at the other person's face and said, 'Geez! is rude. Alfried, I'm sorry.

'I'm sorry. I mean, why are you here? Didn't you say you were going to visit the next village today?

'Well that's okay but no it's not good. 'Geez! is not good.

I'm sorry. Sister Elinora. I will not say it again.

 As if my sincere heart was understood, Sister Elinora folded her arms and nodded ostentatiously.

 I'm glad. It seems that the forgiveness has been granted.

 I'm really glad ... that I have life.

'Something tells me it would be more interesting to stay home today, so I've decided to go tomorrow.

 Sister Elinora explains as she bites into a cookie that Bartolo must have made.

 Wow, what an annoying reason.

''What do you have a problem with?''

It was nothing. Alfried would be very happy to see you, sir.

 She gets a half-eyed glare from her sister Elinora, but maintains her normalcy and her good mood.

'Weird way to talk. Yeah, let's play then, shall we?

Why?

 I make a dumb noise at sister Elinora's sudden invitation.

 Because at times like this, it's always practice.
 Seeing my dumb face, Elinora points her finger at my hand.

''That's a ball, right?''

The ball.

Then we'll play ball today.

'What? Isn't it safe to do that in here or with the dishes?

Do you want a sword?

Come on! Catch the ball! I'm the pitcher! The catcher is Sister Elinora!

 I throw the words and the ball out loud to Sister Elinora. The catching game has already begun!

 Pitchers and catchers and such are a matter of mood.

What's a catcher?

 Sister Elinora questions as she catches my thrown ball.

'Hey! Throw the ball back!

What do you mean, throwing things at each other?

 And he throws the ball back to me. It was good. I didn't get a huge fastball or anything like that.

 The dining room has enough room for the whole family to eat and for the maid to move around. In other words, there's enough room for the kids to play catch.

 They toss the ball loosely to each other in harmony.

'Al, can't you throw it faster?'

 Sister Elinora throws a ball with increased speed to provoke me.

 I catch it in a hurry, but it's pretty fast.

''My shoulders are just getting warmed up.

 But it's a six-year-old's shoulder. There's no way he's going to be any faster than this.

 I'm going to throw it with a little magic.

 I'm going to throw it with my entire body wrapped in magic.

'Screw you! Sister Elinora!

 The ball, which is a mixture of my magic and feelings, heads straight for sister Elinora's chest.

 That's what I call a ball of words! The voice of my heart. I can't say.

 The ball should be as fast as the Elinora sister from earlier.

 But Elinora Sis catches my sped-up ball with one hand without a care in the world.

'What the hell! It!

You're going a little faster.

'I'm feeling it! The ball has words of the heart in it!

Wow, that's a lot of heart to go around.

 Elinora looks at the ball she caught with a suspicious look in her eyes.

Then I'll be able to put my feelings into words.

 Sister Elinora's 'Yeah! The ball is fired with a cute call of "What?

 Hmm? Did you put something in it?

Can I bully you?

 A-okay! I have an evil curse on me! That's a bad feeling!

Oh, shit!

 Maybe it was because it was too wickedly thoughtful, but I avoided it without a second thought.

''Hey, why are you avoiding it!''

'What? Because it's too fast?

You just had it off.

I've got a catch.

Well, yeah.

 I manage to calm Sister Elinora down and go to pick up the ball that's lying around.

'A little more, it feels good!

I'll take as many Al balls as I can get my hands on.

 Oh? You said it. Absolutely, okay?

It!

"Don't torture me!

 Throw the ball in sister Elinora's face with a heartfelt wish.

 Catch it!

Oh, bug.

 With that, sister Elinora plays my ball with one hand.

'Why not!'

Sorry, sorry. I just had a bug up in my face.

Really?

It's true.

I hope so.

 Yes, that's just an occasional occurrence. I'd like to think that it's not that my wishes are unacceptable or anything.

 The ball from Elinora's sister is flying again.

 Hmm? It's not a problem this time, is it?

 With that in mind, I brace myself to catch the ball in my hand with both hands. Then, just before I catch it.

"Go get me some libra.

'Ha! I've got it!

 I look at the ball in my hand, stunned. Suddenly the ball whispered, as if pressed against me. It's like an older sister making her younger brother pasty.

 I've done it.

 I looked up and saw sister Elinora giving me a look that said I had done it.

 I'm sure she'll tell me to go get a libra later.

 It's a terrible thing to do with a beautiful face.

 Yes, yes, my family is beautiful except for me. Yes, yes, Elinora sister is pretty.

 I throw the ball while swearing. However, because I threw the ball properly, it went in a direction that was far away from Elinora sister.

'Elinora-sister is cute.'

Oh, I'm sorry.

 Hmm? Did something go wrong? Oh, well.

 I can't get this one. As soon as she saw the ball, sister Elinora instantly dashed to the spot where the ball fell.

 Then she dives into the falling ball and holds it to her belly, not wanting to let it go.

 In the end, she uses her full athleticism to land on her feet, using her entire body in a spectacular manner to release the impact.
 It's a very beautiful forward motion.


''Well you don't have to go that far to take it.

I just felt I had to take that one.

What?

 I laugh like a fool, and sister Elinora gives me a disgruntled look and releases a good one.

'Then I'll throw a ball that Al will want to take.

No, it's not. It's not a dog.

Yeah. That one!

 The ball flies loosely from sister Elinora's hand.

 Just because the ball is slow doesn't make me want to take it. I don't want you to lick me at all.

"I won't mess with Al anymore.

 Oh, shit! We have to take it!

"One!

 On instinct I run out without looking around.
 Then I dive toward the ball that loosely falls to the table.

 Yes, even if it's my mother Erna's favorite cup there.

 The cup is thrown off the table to the floor due to the fragile impact.

 And.....

 Crash! Palin!

 Mother Erna's favorite cup has broken.

'Oh my God, that's Mother Erna's favorite cup, isn't it? I was told it was so easy to crack.

 Yes, that's right, it was bought by Nord's father in King's Landing, and he always uses it with great care. He must have put a lot of thought into it. I broke such a cup.

I'm sure you'll be able to find out what's going on.

Oh, no, no, um.

Al broke my mom's favorite cup.

 Mother Erna freezes when she hears that.

 Huh! Elinora, you're unbelievable! Aren't you supposed to be defending your brother? I sold my brother right away.

'Really? Alfried?

 I'm scared. You can call me Al.

No, it's just, "Hey, this is Elinora's idea of having fun in here.

I told you not to do that...

It's the other way around! It's the opposite! I'm the one who broke it.

...Alfried broke it, didn't he?

 Apparently, for Mom Erna, the question is whether she broke it.

''Yes I'm sorry.''

You need to go outside and think about it. Don't go in there until I say so.

Yes, sir.

 No rebuttal allowed. Mother Erna is quietly angry with the atmosphere that says, "I'm not going to let you argue with me.

 This is how I was thrown out of the house.

 I remember when I was a naughty junior high school student.
 I was embarrassed to be standing in the corridor, so I pretended to be playing with my watch and pretended that I was desperately waiting for someone. I miss it.

 When the sun went down, Mother Erna opened the door for me.

'Don't you have something to say to me?'

Hmm, you're letting me in.

I'm coming in!

No!

 The door is closed again.

 Huh? Why?

 No one answered my questions.

 From upstairs, Brother Silvio was looking down at me piteously.