Chapter 95: The Youngest is Always Hard to Handle.
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 95: The Youngest is Always Hard to Handle.
Gracia usually made a mess while eating, giving Mom a hard time, but perhaps because she had been scolded so much by her aunts, she was uncharacteristically quiet today, simply munching on the food Mom gave her. Anyone could see her spirit was completely crushed.
“Ame, you’re not going to faint again today, are you?”
“As long as I don’t drink too fast, I’m stronger than you lot, you know?”
Mom, apparently proud of her alcohol tolerance, frowned and replied to Alicia’s provocation.
“Sure, sure. Here, try this too. You didn’t have a hangover this morning, right?”
“...Maybe because it was the expensive stuff, but I didn’t. Hey, let me pour yours.”
Realizing she was being tricked as Mom tried to pour only half a glass for her, Mom filled the Vampire Sister’s glass to the brim, just like the one in front of her.
“By the way, what’s up with Camel? It’s not like there’s anything urgent, right?”
“I have no idea. The Empress’s lot seem busy lately because of the Demon Realm Resistance Army…”
“Iris is the same. Why did she have to follow her?”
Mom pouted, looking at the empty seat of her rabbit daughter who had vanished with lonely eyes.
“She’s at that age. Don’t be so disappointed. Drink up, drink up!”
“I wonder if my mother felt this way too…”
Thinking of my grandmother, Mom downed the glass Morian had filled in one go. She really did seem to be a heavy drinker.
“What are you going to do when Yong-hwan grows up and wants to move out? You have to get used to it.”
“He’s not moving out! I’m going to live happily ever after with him and have tons of babies!”
Mom was talking nonsense again. Tiria shook her head and grabbed Mom’s leg.
“What are you saying to the kid! Come over here and be my drinking buddy, Superintendent Degrain!”
“Nooo! I don’t wanna! You’re just going to talk about work!”
“I won’t, so just come here. Stop sexually harassing your son!”
Our Prosecutor Sister was finally, at last, starting to act like a decent human being. Mom, being dragged away by her ankle, put up a meaningless resistance, but our Prosecutor Sister wasn’t an inferior Elf like Mom, so she dragged her away without any trouble.
“Now, now, Ame, have another drink.”
“Let’s drink a bit slower… I’m struggling…”
“I get it, so just drink, drink.”
“Ugh… you guys aren’t usually this strong. This is a scam…”
The glasses began to circulate again.
Thinking about whether these sisters would drag me off to do something perverted again today, I started tensing my lower body. My affection level hadn’t even been unlocked enough to break a hymen yet, but these perverts were really something else, trying to force it through a hot spring event (paid content).
“Uuu… Iris… does she hate me…? Following Camel like that… and I’m her mother!”
“If you want, Ame, I can look into it for you.”
“Forget it. She probably went because there’s work to do. My Yong-hwan, do you want to kiss Mommy~?”
After a few more drinks, Mom seemed to have become a nuisance again. She started crawling toward me, grabbing my shoulder to try and kiss me, so I pushed her away with both hands.
“You smell like alcohol! Go away!”
“Uuuung, it’s because Mommy is lonely~! Our Yong-hwan is growing up too slowly! If you were older, I wouldn’t do this! Let’s go chu-chu with Mommy~! Hmm~?”
The problem with this woman was that whenever she drank, she got clingy and wanted to kiss me. She was someone who wouldn’t even touch a drop of beer when her friends weren’t around, but at times like this, she would gulp it down without hesitation.
“I’ll do it when I’m older! When I grow up, I’ll do it a lot! So stop!”
“Nooo~! Do it now~! Since I’ll be doing it every day when you’re older~! Do it now~!”
This person didn’t seem to understand the concept of delayed gratification. Maybe it was because she was an inferior Elf.
“I said no, you smell like alcohol!”
“Heeeing… Mommy is in such a good mood today, can’t I drink just a little more~?”
“You can drink! You can drink all you want! But no kissing! I hate it! I won’t do it!”
“I don’t care! Mommy is going to drink a lot and kiss our son a lot!”
This Elf already seemed drunk. I pushed away Mom’s face as she clung to me, looking for someone to help. The Angel, perhaps weak to alcohol herself, was just clapping and laughing hysterically.
The Stupid Pushover Black Cow Sister wasn’t showing any interest in me, making her the most suitable person to help, but she seemed a lost cause today.
Since today was the day to sleep with Morian, I looked at Hindel.
“Ame, don’t pester him too much. I have some precious alcohol made from something called wild ginseng. I’ll give you plenty, so let’s go.”
“Uuung… but I want to kiss Yong-hwan…”
Hindel lightly lifted Mom by the waist with her slender arms and began heading back to their seats. I felt like I should give that Pervert Dragon a taste of a sumata today as a reward.
By the way, I couldn’t see our youngest. I saw her nibbling on her food, looking dejected after being scolded by her aunts, but she seemed to have disappeared at some point.
As Mom’s drunken antics worsened, everyone started laughing and tilting their glasses even faster. It wasn’t that Mom was weak, but those perverts were clearly trying to get her dead drunk so they could take turns with me. How spiteful.
Still, perhaps because the pace was slower than yesterday, Mom was holding up well, laughing and chatting with her friends while telling useless stories about the past. Alicia listened to the stories of Mom’s rebellious phase with an interested expression, but I wasn’t particularly interested, so I slipped outside.
“Gracia~ where are you~?”
Our youngest must be feeling very depressed after being scolded so much by the adults, so as her brother, I had to cheer her up a bit. As I walked around calling her name, a sister wearing a kimono, standing like a decoration, approached me cautiously and pointed toward the garden.
“Gracia, are you here?”
“Ack?!”
The youngest hid something behind her back, just like when she was caught stealing pudding. Even with her small body, she couldn’t hide the large package of a fireworks set.
“Go away! I hate you, Brother!”
“Grasha, I was wrong. Don’t be mad, okay? Hmm? Please?”
The youngest puffed out her cheeks and turned her head away. Looking around, I saw fragments of firework tools she had tried to play with and failed. It was clear she had broken a bunch of them by trying to use brute force.
Looking further, I saw a sister in a cheongsam and a sister in a hanbok watching us with a bucket beside them. The service here was certainly thorough.
“Forget it! I hate you!”
“You want to play with the fireworks set, right? I’ll help you, so… forgive me, okay?”
When I clung to her, she gave a loud “Hmph!” and turned her head, but seeing as she didn’t move away, it seemed she really did want to play with toys that only kids would like, such as fireworks.
“T-then… if you show me how to do this, I’ll forgive you!”
The youngest held out the fireworks set, which had several packages already torn open. About a fifth of it was gone, but as I saw earlier, most of it seemed to have been broken by her rough hands and discarded on the ground.
Worried about the gunpowder being dangerous, I took Grasha over to the side of a fairly large pond.
“Where’s the fire?”
“Fire?”
The youngest asked back as if she didn’t understand. My heart just ached at the fact that this stupid girl was throwing this fit without even knowing she had to light the fuse. When I was her age, I was playing with my kindergarten teacher like a pet, so it was just sad that such a moron was my sister.
No, this was Mom’s fault. Because she passed down so many inferior Elf genes, the kid had nothing going for her except for being strong, having genius-level mana affinity, and being ridiculously cute!
“Here, hold this. I’ll make fire with magic.”
I didn’t need a lighter anymore. Creating fire with the basic magic I learned from Hindel wasn’t that difficult, so I lit the thing Grasha was holding—I didn’t know the name, but it looked good for fireworks.
“Waaaaah!!!!”
I went through the trouble of lighting it, only for her to get startled and hurl the sparkling blue stick into the pond.
“Why did you throw it there?!”
“Ugh… I-I’m sorry…. B-but it surprised me…”
The youngest made a pathetic excuse. When I was her age, I was appearing on TV and shooting photo books in various cosplay outfits, so it broke my heart that this stupid girl was my sister.
“It’s hard to even start the sparks! Be careful!”
“Uuung… I just have to do it like this, right?”
The youngest created a faint flame at the tip of her finger.
“...Who taught you that?”
“You did!”
I had no memory of teaching such advanced magic to an inferior Elf sister. And even if I did try to teach this airhead, I didn’t think she could learn it, so I had no intention of doing so.
“When?”
“Just now! You do it like this, right?”
The youngest pulled out another one like the one she was holding earlier from the fireworks set and lit it.
“Waaaah! It’s pretty!”
The youngest, who had learned the basic fire magic I had pestered Hindel for two days to learn just by watching me, smiled brightly as she looked at the blue sparks.
It felt unfair. Still, I was glad that my sister’s blood from that inferior, airheaded Elf species—the kind that grows up with a curvy body only to seduce their own son and try to turn them into an incest lover—seemed a bit thinner.
“This, how do you do this one? Do I light it here?”
“This one you set on the ground. Here, let’s fix it like this.”
When I gave her a look, she seemed quick on the uptake despite her stupid head and lit the fuse. As the rapidly burning fuse reached the end—
Whish~!
The explosive shot upward.
Bang~!
It burst.
“Waaaaah! It went bang! It went bang!”
The youngest smiled brightly, spreading her arms in joy. I was a bit tired from her pestering me to try this and that, but seeing her bright smile made me think the effort wasn't so bad.
As the fireworks came to an end, the youngest, seemingly exhausted, sprawled out on the ground and burst into a loud laugh.
“That was fun, wasn’t it, Grasha?”
“...Yeah.”
She had been so affectionate while doing the fireworks, but now that it was over, the "I hate you, Brother" mode was activating again. Her bratty behavior was annoying, but since she was still a kid, I could let it slide.
“Brother.”
“Yeah?”
The youngest, who had been watching me gather the used firework tools into a corner, called out to me. When I looked back, she was looking at me, propped up on her elbows.
“Do you have something to say?”
“T-thank you…. Brother…”
Our airheaded, incredibly stubborn moron of a sister actually said thank you.
“What?! Grasha! S-say that one more time.”
“Shut up! For a mere man!”
The youngest let out a shriek and ran inside. I helped that bitch, and she says "for a mere man." I wondered how I should beat her to make her act like a human, but then I thought of Mom and realized beating her wouldn't solve anything, which made me feel slightly depressed.
“How cute~!”
Alicia, who had appeared out of nowhere, crouched beside me and laughed as she watched Grasha run away.
“Don’t clean that up; they’ll do it. Let’s go inside. Let’s go.”
“But I should still clean this…”
“We hired them to do exactly this kind of thing. Now, come on, go inside and stop your mother. She’s throwing a tantrum, saying she won’t go to bed unless you’re there.”
Alicia pointed toward the inside of the ryokan and let out a long sigh.