"AAAAAAAAAAAAAH! IT'S THE SHIN KICKER GIRL!"

"No. That's Emilia. The one who won three consecutive prizes in the Folklore Storywriting Competition and the one training to be come a doctor."

"Holy sh*t, Chop-Chop! Keep your family in order! I can't keep track of all your children!"

"Siblings! Siblings!"

Simply put, this was a tale of a certain historical composer who was born and raised in Poland. At that time, no one really paid much attention to him. Even his name didn't stand out during the early days of the 1820s.

His name was Frederic Chopin.

A little bit different from his original timeline, he happened to have taken in a Witch girl who left her home due to the height of the Witch Hunts. Frankly, he regretted that decision.

"Penny... Stop molesting my sister's cheeks. You'll make her cry."

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"She's going to be a doctor right, so she should tank this time of stress...Besides, her cute baby face is so soft and squishy! Puchi-puchi-puchi!"

Frederic Chopin only wanted peace and quiet so he could practice for his recital at a Church function that will occur early next week. He has taken his medicine and gained a lot of rest in the past day, now he wanted to focus on practicing for the performance.

However, he came across two problems one large and one small.

"L-Little girl! Little girl! M-my chest is not eye candy! Stop staring at them!"

"Emilia... it's not nice to envy after someone else's body... one day, if you give up resisting and drink your milk, you'll grow up to be like her too."

"Oooh! C-Chop-Chop! I-is this a c-c-c-compliment I-I finally hear from your lips... Uwa-uwa-uwa. M-My pulse is beating over 200 beats per minute and my blood pressure is over the roof! M-my thighs are tingling!"

"Emilia, what did big brother say about touching girl's thighs. They're not mother's so come over here and sit on my lap to calm down."

"CH-CHOP CHOP! I-I DIDN'T KNOW YOU HAD THE HOTS FOR YOUR SIS—"

"Objection."

After a certain feeding his little sister Emilia with a White Chocolate Chip cookie, and gag-and-hog-tying a certain Witch, Chopin peacefully begun his practice for the church performance early next week.

"Emilia. It's okay. The lady isn't hungry, so don't offer your cookie to her out of pity. She's not an animal at the zoo."

"MMMMMMMMMMM! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"