Life with my Little Sister

Rutilia.

That is the name of the woman who is the mother of the young sword and the wife of the Housekeeper of Burkhardsen.

The age is the same as that of Lucica Crampot 23, and therefore, like Lucica, you will have my child at 15.

Now she's lying on the floor, quietly about to finish her day.

And it was clear to everyone in his eyes that his cheeks were open, and his face was pale, and the end was nigh.

"Uhh... uhh..."

A beautiful girl, very similar to her mother, tried to get her tired body closer to Rutilia.

"You idiot!"

His father struck him in the hand.

Pain and shock stop the little girl's body.

Meanwhile, a man like a lion entered.

It's as if you'll never get close to your wife.

"Do you think a failure like you can get close to Rutilia!How dare you take such an unusual defeat and bring it closer to the mother who swore to victory!? "

"Uhh... ah... uhh..."

Touri compares his mother to his father.

His stupid face was pale.

I want to rush to my beloved mother at once. But I can't.

That's not for physical reasons.

My lord.

There is a voice there.

This is the only voice in my heart that was allowed to enter the "family".

"... Theo. What happened to those useless people?"

"As ordered, we have been banished.But was it good?They are the leading doctors in this country. "

"Hmph. A swordsman who can't save people is useless than a broken sword!What is it, "Leave it to me", "Wait for the good news"!It's just like a con artist!As long as I confess that I can't beat you from the beginning, Jaxlow is more sincere! "

Rumber brightens his face with anger, but Theodore thinks it's a difference in direction.

The doctors who had expelled her earlier were certainly incapable of curing the Marquis.

But that attitude seemed to him to calm down the upsetting Burkheissen Household, not to hang him and wind up the money.

Of course, it is true that only the result of 'not cured' remains.

(Rutilia won't be able to help you as soon as possible.....)

Either way, all the doctors who asked for medical attention have left the Marquis.

Their views were all consistent.

He said, "Today will be the last day tomorrow."

(Your Highness, if Rutilia can't help you anymore, at least she wants to stay with her family at the end.....)

Lambert, angry about not being cured, also knows that he still has the blessing of being able to 'take care of the end'.

There are those who go to war and never return.

Someone goes out of the city and feeds the beast.

If there is a place of insecurity, even in the walls, even those who go missing.

I can't stay.

Only the artifacts come back.

Only the devastated "wreckage" fell on the ground.

Compared to these people, Runbar must have been blessed forever.

Of course, there is no such thing as salvation or happiness.

(Your Excellency is in deep sorrow.But he knows the meaning of losing.But what about Master Touri?There is only Lutilia on this side.The meaning, the magnitude of the loss.Is it something that little children can carry?)

He knows how much she likes her mother.

I know the days when I come close with a smile, even if I don't have to say a few words.

"Uhh... ahh..."

Theodore wondered what a sad moan it was.

This child - no, what happens when this parent and child lose someone they love?

There are people who deserve to die.

On the other hand, there are those who must not die.

Theodore thought that Rutilia, the sun that lit up the Marquis de Burkheissen, was definitely the latter.

(If you can't do anything, you must give yourself a quiet time until the very last moment)

The heart of the Marquis de Burkheissen was so determined.

(Perhaps you (...) understand that too.)

Theodore does not forget that there is an important case apart from that of Rutilia.

A slight silence was plunged into the shade of the tree - and shortly afterwards the three heard the word 'abnormal'.

Immediately after the unforgettable alarm (...) was sounded, there was a raging noise or a metal bump in the vicinity of the building.

Both the Housekeeper of Burkhardsen and his heart immediately understood that it was the "sound of war".

"What is it!? What happened!?"

The lamber yelled at the door.

Leave it outside this building for a while.

In front of the front door, the intruder was told that he was rampaging.

Theodore, with a cool personality, told the Marquis, "I'll see how it goes," and left the room.

Then, listen to the "number" of bandits and tilt your neck.

"Alone? Just one? And he doesn't run, he doesn't enter the building, he doesn't move in front of the front door?"

"That's right...! But it's so strong!The Onigami are also surprisingly violent. "

"Stupid thing... A person who guards a building shall not make such a statement.And no matter how powerful you are, how many ways can you hang them all at once, wind them around and finish them with arrows? "

"Ha, but that's not the strength of the opponent..."

Theodore understood that after seeing his men disturb the battlefield and the beast without fear of him.

At the same time, the importance of "your own standing position" is also important.

(Doesn't move from the front door - if it's strong enough, it won't cut through the bloodstream and escape, or step inside or build.Nevertheless, do not move.Then there is one answer. - It's a diversion.The invading thief must have friends.)

The young owner of the Beechevelle family, who tried to lead the fight to the scene, decided to stop it immediately.

We decided that we should tighten our focus.

Increase the security at the location I'm ordering.

I gave instructions quickly and accurately, but I remembered that I had heard one thing.

"Talking about the strong thieves, how many of us got hit?How many survivors? "

Strangely enough, there are no deaths.

What?

Theodore was taken aback.



The man in the mask was enormous.

No, his actual height is not as high as 190, so it's not a protruding torso.

But it's a thick muscle and a bloody fighting spirit.

And above all, he thought that his will was great for those who were there.

It's as if the mountains were there.

The mountain was terrible.

He did not coddle, he did not pose, and he did not hesitate to advance against the first guard who rushed to the scene.

They were more fortunate in this.

And in a moment when I forgot to form a team, I assembled it into one of them.

It was the captain.

Ignore those at the forefront and call the captain immediately.

In a moment, the scream rose.

The captain was lying down in a strange figure.

It's not just a blow, it's not a slash.

In a crooked position, a strong captain they knew was stuck on the ground.

─!

Through the gap between the amazing, the Mountain creates the same kind of victims one after the other.

Destroy the opponent's commander and destroy the slow-moving.

It was obviously a way of fighting those who knew how to fight against groups.

One of the crushed knights learned that his limbs had been removed instantly.

I was astonished at the skill, but it is also true that I was relieved to understand that severe pain would go back to normal with proper treatment.

He stayed put and watched 'After the reinforcements'.

It was to know how the masked man was hands-on.

The group is approaching. Retreat immediately.

The knight chases. The team is slightly disturbed.

Then, from that point of view, we will assemble and mass produce "crushed humans" like ourselves.

It's not just that I'm good at taking time, such as being clever.

How do I 'fish' a group?Or it is the movement of a man who knows best whether he can bring forth fear.

At the same time, it was clearly a familiar move in the fight against the strong.

It would have always been - in some cases alone - the true apex of a man who had defeated a crowd of adventurers who had crashed on the sidewalk.

"Yu, bow...! Shoot the bow!"

"No! If you shoot here, you'll hit fellow 'falling' people right there!"

"Nuu... nh! Cunning!"

The knights grind their teeth.

Meanwhile, a masked man with a large number of knights is working on a different idea.

(These aren't junk fish...)Prolong the fight, you'll read our habits, and you'll notice I'm starting to get tired.Besides, I'm not going to kill you.If this is a simple killing, or a retreatable battle, 'swallowed', we'll decide on a match in the meantime....)

He is a war adventurer who knows the dangers of buying time - that is, staying and fighting.

(No... don't spare 'afterwards'. I decided to throw it away for my grandson.Then it's fine just here... You can crush it here alone.)

A man like a mountain smiled under a mask.

It seemed like the pressure was rising instantaneously, and the man fell down.

The Mountain is obviously getting bigger.

Thereafter, it was more one-sided.

The masked man transformed everyone on the spot into a "avant-garde art" shape.

The fallen man was terrified, but none but the Mountain himself knew that his temper was a 'clear overheat'.

(But it's weird....)

And the felling man thought.

No one can move properly.

And we know that there will be new reinforcements soon after this.

And yet men don't run or break into it.

I didn't understand the meaning.

I didn't know exactly where the mask was aimed.

Such a mysterious man hardened himself.

He seemed surprised to see something.

But the knight who fell couldn't move his neck, so I didn't know what surprised the man so far.



"You've eaten more time than I thought...."

Alto Cranput sweats.

Entering from the second floor, he was able to reach the third floor without engaging in combat, using "sign blocking" and hiding using the body of the child.

It seems to have run away somewhere except for the one in the home position.

I suppose I owe it to my grandfather.

(Now, positively, there is a long corridor at the front of that door, and further beyond that is the "shade of the trees"...?)

As he approaches the door, Alto tries to look beyond the door.

At that moment, a voice rang.

"--he who is hiding there.You should come out. "

(No way, did you read the signs!? You're supposed to be blocking it!? Then this is quite a user!)

Alto Cranput still doesn't show up grandiosely, but peeks a little inside.

There is a beautiful man standing with a sword in one hand.

Theodore, the heart and best friend of the Lord of Burkhardsen.

(It's no joke to fight here!? If the medicine bottle breaks eventually, it will be a big deal!)

Boys with a tight atmosphere think about how to deal with it.

We don't have much time.