"It's Alto. Best regards,"

"It's Phew! I like it though!

"I'm Alt-kun and Phee, who play with everyone today. Please keep him company."

"Yes!"

The kids raise their hands fine.

The children kept in this nursery have many honest children.

I guess that's because each household can afford it.

Cyril is a big city.

It has a large population and a large land.

In addition, the reign of generations of lords, the Earls of Asel, is skillful and therefore somewhat wealthy to the civilian level.

I guess the smile on these kids is what it reflects.

Don't eat, don't eat, don't laugh, you can't stay.

But on the other hand, not everyone is smiling either.

There is a boy who is not in the children's circle and is looking at this one with a musty face and a girl who is grabbing that boy's sleeve with an anxious look.

What if those two were Rebecca's "children of need of care"?

After a brief greeting, the children, with the exception of those two, come here.

"Hey, what do you play, what do you play!?"

"Brothers, I've never seen you! Where did you come from?

"Ball Abalone Outside - Come on"

"What? I like origami inside -!

You're not afraid of kids.

That's all, I guess I enjoy playing with my days here.

The nursery members naturally stop by Phee as well as me.

"White hair. Nice color, huh?

"Miu? Black and brown, beautiful colors! Phew, I think so!

"What are you good at, Phee?

"Phew, there's so much I'm good at! Good at singing! Good at painting! But I'm the best at getting people to stick with me!

"What are you good at?!?"

"I can tell when it's about to be fu! Phew, not a day short!

"But it's always weird because your mother..."

"Think about it! If you love it, I'd like you to stick around! Happy to have you stuck around! People live to be happy! Then you're right to snuggle!

I just happen to have a strange three-step argument...

But, my sister, if we can talk, we'll respond properly, won't we?

At this rate, I'd be glad to have one or two of your friends...

........

"Hmm?"

Cut, I got my sleeve stuck from behind.

When I look there, I see a pretty girl about four years old.

"Amen...?

"Hmm? Right. Of course I don't mind, but I'm not your teacher or your friend, okay?

"... oh dear, because you have a good face..."

He was a weird kid.

Right...

You would still be about the age of Fee, but you already choose in 'That sort of thing'......

As someone who wasn't handsome in his previous life, what a stumbling block...

This slightly unusual kid, let's not dare call him 'Tasty'.

Yummy's staring at my face for real.

I can't get out of my sight because they're looking at me.

"Poop..."

Put it in your mouth...

And there, the voice of anger slips in.

"Meeeeee!

I don't care, it's my sister.

"The disturbing air that approached, it, fu won't allow it! Phew, but I'm getting close, man!

"It's okay, because if you don't have a good face, you won't get close..."

That's a hell of a cruel Jesse line!?

They think we're getting along, and they're laughing at the three of us around.

No, I don't think it's funny what you care about.

(Some kids aren't laughing)

Because most of the class is smiling.

Because everyone is laughing.

So extra, it's cool to stand out that you're not.

That's the first two boys and girls I noticed.

They don't even try to get close to us.

I asked my teacher about those two things when Fee got rid of the noodles and then the kids around him also retreated and became 'in a human vacuum'.

"That's a brother and sister named Rack and Aina. I used to hang out with everyone..."

With a sad look, "Mogumi" teacher says.

I guess there's more to not smiling about than saying 'before'.

"Yes! Here, I knew the clay was jizzing!

On the other hand, my sister is blinded by the clay she loves whether she is relieved to be able to get rid of the noodles.

"Phew, good luck with the clay! Phew, I want you to support me!

"Oh well, all right. Come on, Fee."

"Huh, hehe... Huh! Huh, good luck with that! Phew, glad! Huh, good luck!

That's how My Angel challenges the groom and clay.

At another blank hour, I ask the teacher.

"Would you mind asking why those two stopped laughing?

"Right. It's not something I should normally say, but that Rebecca trusted you to come this way, and if you're in a position to help, it's on the teachers' side, so maybe you should know."

The teacher looks around and whispers.

"They got sick."

"Sick? Doesn't that make you feel at home?

I don't suppose it's an infectious disease - either.

"Yeah. It doesn't look like anything like that. It's a very special case. It's like magic."

"Magic."

You got an unexpected word popping up.

Especially since it is a magical world, it is not a disease that causes it.

"What's your disease name?

"I don't know what a magic crystal is. - Sorry, I don't remember the exact name."

"Is it compressive demonic crystallization?

"Yes, that's for sure. You know very well, such a difficult thing."

"My teacher is teaching me, right? What's more, you don't have surgery? Or is there something you can't do?

Compressive demonic crystallization is a phenomenon in which magic is crystallized with minimal power.

Because the demonic stones in the world are a mass of magic, it seems logical that those who possess magic, like humans and elves, can also, very rarely, become lumps in their bodies.

However, the conditions of onset are unclear in themselves, and there are no many examples of discovery.

When it comes to the phenomenon caused by the magic in your body, you have an exorcism that My Mother and Queen Paula have suffered, but this one doesn't see you die because of the tiny crystals that are the accumulation of magic and because Daiyuan is your own magic.

Just like "oppressive," it can be painful, depending on where you can.

So, the cure in that case, but the straightforward means of cutting out the problem is the only cure.

Literally, "remove."

Because the crystals are tiny, it is necessary to remove a small number of parts, so the assessment that they are rare but not a major disease is well established.

The teacher whimpered with a frown.

"In the case of my brothers and sisters, I couldn't cut either of them. Rack-kun is a tendon in his leg. Aina said she was behind her eyes."

Unfortunately for the cracking of the name Rack - is that too careless a feeling?

"The way you say it, it's not just 'hurting', is it?

"Yeah. Rack can't run anymore, and Aina's getting more and more blind with her right eye."

It's the end of the story.

You mean a topic that shouldn't be stepped in lightly?

If I said 'Let's play outside' without thinking about it, that would be a landmine case.

"I don't know anything about difficult illnesses for the kids, and I think they suddenly stopped playing. Rack is a little messy, too. So you don't try to mess with everyone from yourself. When we speak, it becomes more solid. Still, I just saw how things were going. For the moment..."

"Shisei! Come here.

"Yes, sir. Hey?...... Alt-kun, I'm sorry. We're halfway there."

The child called me and the teacher went over there.

"Hehe... Huh! Ha, look, look? Master Mejed, we're done! Phew, now I'll make Mr. Pig! Mr. Pig, he's adorable! Phew, I like it!

"Fee's always smiling, huh?

"Phew, I'll always be with you when I get to! So smile! - But fu smile!

My Sister launches a double attack of mochi cheeks and clay-filled hands.

Why, my angel was glad and brave enough to work on the creation of Mr. Pig.

"You're right..."

Smile.

That's more precious than anything else.

And this is a nursery.

Then the child should have a slightly different look, right?