The young tame of the head of the Zen monastery is the six-eyed next door

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A blinding bolt of lightning pierced the night sky.

The wind crackled against the wooden walls and floors, dragging out some of the faint sounds of crying and talking.

In the hall where the spirit was parked, some people in mourning clothes knelt on the futon with similar movements. seems to be hiding his face and wiping his tears, but in fact, there is no fluctuation in his heart, and he even chats with the people next to him by covering his voice when he raises his sleeves to wipe his tears.

"Genichiro-sama is also dead, will Miss Tsurui be sent to the head of the family to be raised?"

"What do you think, she is so sick, if she infects Young Master Naoya, who will be responsible for this."

"Speaking of which, Miss Heyi is only four years old and can see the spell spirit, and there is a high probability that she will awaken the spell in the future. And she's young, should it be a good thing to be transferred to take care of her? "

When a young woman in her early twenties said this, the older person next to her looked at her with some surprise: "If you don't want to be trampled under everyone's feet for the rest of your life, I advise you not to think that this is a good thing." "

The young woman was a little puzzled: "Why? "

The speaker quietly glanced up at the bottom of the altar in front of him, where a little girl who had no emotions like a doll was sitting alone on a futon facing their direction.

She withdrew her gaze and lowered her voice, "Although I can see the spell spirit, it is unknown whether she can grow up or not." "

The thunder pierced the night sky again, illuminating the plain white mourning hall and the indifference in the eyes of the woman who spoke.

"I've heard that a little more gust of wind can catch a cold and fever, and the people who used to take care of her by Mrs. Nadeshiko's side are already anxious to get her out of their hands."

At this time, it was in the Japanese-style room separated from the wall of the mourning hall.

The woman in a black kimono with her hair in a bun knelt on the ground and replied respectfully: "Miss Tsurui is weak, she is easy to wake up at night, and she can't blow cold winds. In the past, Mrs. Nadeshiko was a little better when she was still there, but after the death of Mrs. Heyi, Miss Heyi probably missed her mother, and her health became worse and worse, and the slightest carelessness during the change of seasons would cause a high fever. "

Naobito, the current head of the Zen temple family, who has white hair combed into a big back, slender eyebrows, and two long English beards, raised his eyebrows in surprise after hearing the waitress's words.

When his brother Genichiro Zenin was alive, he complained to him that the youngest daughter who had inadvertently used her magic power before she was four years old was in poor health, but Zenin Naobito didn't expect it to be so bad.

And that child has been carefully raised since birth, all of them have such physical qualities... In the future, I probably won't have a chance with the sorcerer.

After all, there has never been a person in a sorcerer who has such a poor body, and if it is the heavens and the spell, then the [benefit] exchanged for the [price] should have already been reflected, such as Shi'er.

However, her parents are gone, and she is only four years old, so it is not appropriate to leave her in any yard to fend for herself.

The Zen Yuan Zhibi thought for a while, and looked at the person beside him who had been kneeling and sitting still: "Shiyi, Heyi is your sister, and she will live with you for two years first?" "