Winter. It's the season when the sun sets the earliest in the year. It seems to be the same in this world as well.

　It is the same in this world.

　Christmas. For those who have a girlfriend, it is the biggest day of the year.

　It's Christmas Eve on the 24th, and Christmas Day on the 25th. And Christmas Day on the 25th. On both of these days, we eat cake, but many of you may not understand the difference between them.

　Christmas came from Christian culture.

　However, for the unfamiliar Japanese people, it has become a day when the corporate strategies of the corporate world have led to the creation of a "rear-end" of sorts, making a lot of noise and celebrating the day without knowing what it means.

　Christmas is a day to celebrate the birthday of Jesus Christ, the savior of Christianity, not a day for couples to make out.

　What are the couples of the world doing on this sacred day?

　It's so sad.

　It's such an annoying season, but of course there is no Christmas in another world.

　In other words, I'm a single person and I don't have anything to do with it. That's great.

　So I'm just going about my day as usual without having to think about anything.

　Today's weather is snowing. Tomorrow, the village of Colliat will be transformed into a pure white silver world.

　But maybe that's why the temperature has dropped and I think it's too cold.

　I don't understand why I miss human skin in this cold season.

　I don't have anyone to snuggle with, and I'm freezing both physically and mentally.

'........Al.

　Elinora Sis, sitting next to me on the living room couch, calls out to me in a gentle voice.

　No way sister Elinora. Guess how lonely I look!　 Isn't it something like, "Don't you have a warm existence called family?

　With anticipation in my eyes, I walked over to Erinora's sister.

'Hey, Elinora,'

"...tea...

..........

...another one.

Yes.

　I knew it would be something like that.



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　The snow reflected in the pleasant morning sun and sparkled here and there.

　It seemed to have snowed quite a bit yesterday, and when I stepped out of the mansion, it was all white.

　I put on my special winter clothes for snow and walk out the door. It's interesting to feel the snow as I breathe out, the white breaths coming out of my mouth and the crunching sound of the snow.

　I bend down and take off my gloves and pick up a handful of snow.

　It's cold. That's normal, but the snow in other worlds doesn't seem to be any different than the snow in Japan.

　I hurriedly put my gloves back on and sit up.

　I looked up at the roof to see Bartolo working tirelessly with a shovel to remove snow from the roof. He's in good spirits since early in the morning.

　Somehow I made a snowball out of mischief and threw it at Bartolo as a morning greeting.

"Huh?

　My snowball hit Bartolo's waist with a bushed sound and a great hit.

'Hahaha,'

Boy, you're a real piece of work.

　Bartolo turns around and tosses his shovel, smiling belligerently as he shovels the snow around him. In no time at all, the snow forms a round shape and forms a snowball.

"Hey, hey, Mr. Bartolo! It's a bit too big!　If I use the height to throw it as hard as I can, I'll die!

　Seeing the snowball like a shell in Bartolo's big hand, I panicked and hid behind a tree.

　If that thing hit me, my face would be replaced like an ampoule, which is very popular with the little ones.

　And that's with the added bonus of making a red flower bloom.

'Oh?　I thought you knew that and declared war on us, didn't you?

　Bartolo smiles a nihilistic smile and compresses the shell further.

　That's already as strong as a stone, right?　I'm in serious danger.

'Come on!　Let the war begin!

What are you getting so worked up about, old man?

"Leave it!

　The shells came flying in with an angry voice, as if he had some concern for my shove.

'Ugh!　You broke a branch!

That will grow back in the spring, along with the buds!

　You are a cook and a servant, aren't you? Is that what you want?

　At any rate, we're going to lose our jobs. I'll have to hurry up and make my own balls.

　But the body of a six-year-old is incapable of producing a powerful ball.

　It's not strong enough, nor is it large enough. Above all, it lacks throwing power.

　In comparison, Bartolo uses his large hands and powerful strength in abundance to mass produce shells one after another.

　Isn't Bartolo a little too mature for his own good?

　While Bartolo is creating shells and exposing gaps, he's also throwing snowballs at them.

Dang it, dang it!

　d*mn, they're too big to begin with.

'See!

　Bartolo throws shell after shell at me as I jump out from behind a tree.

　Oh, this is strange. This is not the snowball fight I know.

　I manage to escape, but every time a snow cannonball lands, the rolling snow obstructs my view.

　I tried to get some distance from it, but it threw a shell at me as if it didn't care about that. Rather, I feel that the speed and weight of the projectile have increased because of the open distance.

''What's wrong, what's wrong!　You're just running around, kid!

Son of a b*tc*. He's so full of life. If you wanted to, I'd give it to you.

　I walk out to the front of Bartolo, ready to make up my mind.

'Oh?'　Are you going to go head-to-head with me?

'Oh yes. From now on, we won't move an inch toward each other. How about no avoidance?

Heh, no problem, you promised me that.

It's okay. I won't forgive you for crying and apologizing in return!

I'm talking to you!

Well, Bartolo will go first.

　When I urge him on with a generous smile, Bartolo's face wrinkles deeply, and he takes a snow cannonball in his hand and swings it wide.

　The way he swings, he has the balance of a professional pitcher. It's a great form. This guy is so used to it.

Don't get knocked down with one shot!

　The shells, which used every ounce of Bartolo's full-body power, roared out and approached me in a straight line.

　I watch it without panicking.

''........Shield.

　At the same time as my spun spell, a colorless, rectangular wall appears, blocking the snow shells.

''Ha!　No!　You did magic!　It's not fair!

What's the rule against using them?

'Then you're banned now!　No!

No, no. I'm going to have to take you into custody just in case.

　I use ice magic to activate it, imagining my hands to be entangled in Bartolo's legs. Yeah, thanks to the snow, the magic consumed is small and easy. It's a good idea to make it from scratch and use what's available on the spot, but there's a big difference in magic efficiency.

I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about it. I'm sure you'll be able to find out what's going on with the ice that's clinging to your legs!　It ain't coming off.

So I guess I'm next in line.

　I gave Bartolo the pronouncement, and I used my non-attribute magic 'psychic' to pick up the snowballs I've made so far, as well as the shells Bartolo threw, and lift them into the air.

　There must be roughly more than thirty of them.

You're not going to be able to get it right. What's that amount?

　Looking at the snowballs floating in the air one after another, Bartolo managed to squeeze out his voice in a stunned state.

''Let's go then, okay?　Don't avoid it. Well, I'm restraining you so you can't avoid it, but that's fine. I promise not to move an inch.

'Hey, Master Alfried!　I'm sorry!　I'm from a snow country, so I was on a roll.

　That's why the tension was so high in the streets, and why I was so quick to make snowballs.

"Dame.

　I denied Bartolo's begging for his life with a smile and released a snowball in unison!

Ta-hee!

　Bartolo, who was strapped down, was blown backwards off the roof, unable to move a single muscle.

　He fell off the roof but the snow was piled up to cushion him, and with his size, he wouldn't be injured by this much.

'd*mn it!

　I'm fine.

　But what have I been doing all morning? I was supposed to go for a quick walk, but I ended up having a magical snowball fight with him.

　Bartolo has warmed me up, though.



'Hey, Alou!　Let's play!

　I was taking a breath when I hear a voice calling me. When I look, I see Thor behind the snow-whitened gate. As I get closer, I see another boy I don't know next to me.

　Who the hell could it be?

Hey, Al!　There's snow on the ground, let's play!

Okay, but who's the girl next to you?

　He's very sturdy for a child, or to put it bluntly, he's a fat boy.

　He is a boy with brown hair and a habit of wearing a somewhat fluffy atmosphere.

　He looks like someone else for some reason.

I'd like to introduce you to someone. I'm not going to be able to get it right. This is my friend.

It's Asmo. Thor and I hang out a lot with our neighbors.

I'm Alfried, nice to meet you. Are you Sheila's brother, if you're next door?

Yes,

　Okay, I see. So many things are big.

　I looked at my belly and asked Asmo, "By the way, how many months pregnant?

By the way, how many months are you pregnant?

Yeah, yeah. I'm already three months pregnant and you're denying the entire conversation you just had?　You said he was your brother, right?　There's no way a man can get pregnant!

　Hearing that, Thor's laughter didn't stop for a while.

　There's another dark guy out there.

　This was the first meeting between me and Asmo.