443 Completion of battle pencil (1/2)

I suddenly glanced at the living room after dinner.

Erinora unnie? It seems that he is prone on the sofa and is enjoying the slime pillow.

I don't feel like I'm conscious of me busy now.

Silvio is no longer in the living room because she has returned to coloring battle pencils.

At the table, Dad Nord and Elna enjoy a cup of tea after a meal and chatting.

As usual, the couple is also a spectacular scene.

I thought so and Father Nord's gaze turned away from her mother.

Although for a short while, my eyes are aligned with me.

… What is it? It's not just a glance, it's like a purposeful match.

I felt that I had something to say.

Yup? Is there something that Father Nord wants to tell me?

Or was there something I had to tell Dad Nord?

I don't remember doing bad things these days, like setting fireplaces, making dried fruits, and chopping firewood.

One thing to report or consult separately ...

”-I'll show you what I'll do if I make something now”

I remembered that I had made such an appointment with Dad Nord on my way to Silford territory.

”……Ah”

I'm making a battle pencil right now, but I think I didn't report anything to my dad.

Surely, Nord knows that somewhere, and there must be something I think that he will not consult at all.

”What's wrong?”

”I just want to report to my dad.”

”Do you want to report to me? Did you remember that now?”

With a smile, Dad Nord asks if he remembered it now.

Oops, this is sure you know I'm making battle pencils.

”No, I was just asking when it would be convenient to report.”

I do not say that I remembered it. He remembered it and was trying to report it at a convenient time.

There is no point in being angry at confessing that you have forgotten bother.

”Okay. Alright, so let's hear the report.”

Did you decide that I couldn't ask me any more to cut Shira, Dad Nord said so.

Either way, this time it has not been completed yet, and it has not been spread.

It's the difference between the last time you did not report until you spread it and sell it to the tree. I have grown up too.

”What?-Have you made something strange again?”

”A weird thing is rude. It's just a play tool.”

Erinora unnie, who was sulking, came to the table, saying that he was interested.

”So what did you make this time?”

I explained to my father, Nord, about battle pencils.

”Why isn't this time a play that moves the body like a pitch target?”

Erinora unnie seemed to be a little disappointed with the play of just rolling a pencil indoors.

The concept is to be able to play indoors in the cold winter. If you are thinking of something to go out and play, the concept will shift.

”I see, is there an actual thing?”

Dad Nord, who was thinking after hearing the story, asked.

”I'm in the middle of making it. It will be completed if Silvio finishes painting.”

”I've already advanced to such a place. Al says that it is usually troublesome, but that kind of place is quick to act.”

”Ehe”

”I don't praise you.”

I told her that she couldn't be shy.

Why didn't you praise me?

”Hmm, I'm also doing Silvio.”

Erinora unnie makes a meaningful statement.

Probably, it is not interesting that only one of the siblings is not involved.

I'm not interested in making play, but it doesn't seem interesting to be out of this circle.

I understand my feelings a little, but this time I didn't help my clumsy Elinora unnie.