Life with my Little Sister

Something that came out of the ice hole.

It's not a golem, it's not a demon.

He was a tall Lizardman warrior, covered in red scales.

In this world, they call Lizardman the Lizardman tribe.

Just as human beings also have racial differences, so do they lizards.

What do we have in common is an abnormality, a lot of vitality and an extremely good physical ability?

The lizard person in front of you, because he has a red body, is probably a red lizard.

Also known as Flame Lizard Man.

Eating fire and heat, a race that is particularly good in combat among the lizard race.

But all non-Ice Lizardman lizard races should be vulnerable to the cold.

The Red Lizard, in particular, should be the most vulnerable to cold air among all the species of Lizardman.

But why are you in this place - it might be a stupid question.

I guess there's only one reason I'm here.

I mean, these guys are involved in this commotion.

After the warrior-style lizard man who first came out, an international strange Flame Lizardman appears.

Oh, my God, that guy was wearing a hood deep.

He has a cane in his hand, a loose robe, covered in red scales.

If you judge by what you look like, this man will call himself a lizard magician.

Instead of being superior in physical ability, Lizardman and the Beast Clan can hardly use magic.

A lizard magician is so rare. You can change it for excellent.

The lizard warriors and magicians who show up laugh invincibly, even though they are surrounded by ice and snow knights.

"Who are you people!? What the hell are you doing here?"

As Shelleg turned her sword, a warrior-style Lizardman with countless wounds all over her body clasped her shoulders with a look like she was going to make a fool of herself.

"If you ask, name it. Do you know where Ollie is?

Outside street, wild voice.

The roar I heard earlier may have belonged to this man.

"My name is Shelleg. He is the knight of the Garden of Ice and Snow."

"Ha ha! You're the lead knight in the garden!

When the communal snowman mentioned his name, Lizardman laughed softly.

"This guy, good! This guy's good! Will the number 3 of the garden suddenly be killed? Are you listening to me? You're strong...? We came here for a reason, but, well, before that, I'm a warrior. It's my greatest pleasure to cross the spear."

The lizard man pulled a giant sword out of his sheath.

I lift that lightly with one hand, which is supposed to be the size of both hands.

From the sword, the red flame. Scorching magic is engulfing you.

That did not differ from a fiery demon sword.

"It's polite of you to call me back after you've been named. My name is Lagach. As you can see, I can't do anything but wave this guy."

Warrior - The Demon Sword of Fire increased its radiance, as it echoed the voice of Lagach.

I can't even compare it to the calories in the previous golem.

So much so that some of the knights were clearly frightened.

But Shelleg is quietly looking back at the lizard warrior.

"I'm asking you why you're here."

"It's normal courtesy to call me back when you're named, but it's just silly to talk about it to purpose, isn't it? You're not a kid, are you? You, are you okay here?

Lagach laughs at the tongue.

Shelleg is not angry, he has a sword. That looks calm and doesn't seem to alarm you at all. The boulder is the lead knight.

Glad the snow elf in front of you didn't ride the cheap provocation, Flame Lizardman, looks slightly smiled.

"Who's that guy?"

An ice elf knight pointed his sword at the man in the robe, pointing to him.

Lagach answers nothing. I guess it's because it's not what I was asked.

Or are you not interested in anything other than Shelleg?

The samurai-style lizard man of the day just smiles lightly and says nothing.

"Can't we have a conversation?... I'll surround you!

One or two knights apparently hit that there were only two enemies.

Half to Lagach. And the other half set targets for the unobtrusive sorcerer.

"Are you going to be our only two opponents!?"

When one of the knights opened his mouth, the man in the robe who had been silent until then.

"... that's our line, snowmen. That's all you got, you're gonna deal with us?

When the lizard magician took out the pebble-like thing from his nostrils, he let it scatter a rose in front of him.

Moments, the pebble turns into a scorching golem.

"Golem!?"

"Stupid!? It all of a sudden appeared!?"

An upset ran to the knights besides Shelleg.

I wonder too.

(Is Golem such an easy thing to make? It's not a sand doll I make out of play, is it?

For example, I can make a demon sword, but it's impossible to make it like magic and be told to appear in an instant.

Even the golem, it's the same there, should be something to create from the material......

I look at Abel.

The beautiful face, which should normally be faceless, had a slight frown root. They have something to think about.

There are eight newly emerged golems.

There's plenty of room for the lizard expression hiding behind the robe, so if you think you're going to come out, maybe you're still coming out.

"Kuku...... Hey, snowmen. If you surrender so hard, I'll kill you without suffering?

Nothing rides the magician's provocation. Something angry, something frightening.

The knights stare quietly at the golem. Looks like you've laid down your mind that you're supposed to be defeated.

Exactly a one-touch instant. I was wondering if the battle would begin, the moment I thought so...

"- Why. Hey, there's three kids in a place like this?

Lagach turned this way.

Apparently Abel will be included in the 'kid' as well as me and Fee.

Well, no, my teacher.

By previous life standards, middle school or elementary school, I guess...

…………

But Abel answers nothing.

It's not an attitude of making small fools of your opponent like the man in the hood, it's not because you recognized him as your enemy. Simply, it feels like you're unwilling to have a conversation.

The two Lizardmans apparently took it as' frightening '.

Ragach was dazed, and the lizard of the robe laughed and said, creepy, niggly, that he had come up with something.

"Mm-hmm? Are you wearing that hat, if you look closely, an elf? Then it's not as old as it looks. What do you mean, both the kids you're with? From what I've seen, I don't seem to have long ears. So, is it the Spirit? Or like a half elf or something, a mixture?

Surely Abel and, and 'I' wouldn't be the age they seem.

But Fee is an authentic two-year-old. You can't put me in danger...

"Yes! Mr. Kazuke! Mr. Kazuke, he's fumbling! It's better than being here! Huh? Huh? Huh? - I love it! Daisy!

Wu......

As always, I didn't have a sense of crisis.

I know it's called childhood, but since I've been training magic with golem puppets and playing in the sandbox from time to time, it may seem like an extension of that.

And maybe a big lizard call will hit you rudely.

Because it's like calling a human race a monkey.

Well, are these guys enemies good now? That's what I call it, too.

I'll have to teach you about race, too, in time.

"So,"

A lizard warrior, who should have been stunned, turns a slight eye.

"Are you warriors? Are you here to fight? The only thing I deal with is being prepared to fight. If you intend to challenge the dead, even women and children will not forgive you. But if you're not a warrior, I'll miss you. Just go away and lose it."

"Hey, Lagach. More than just being here, those kids can't be decent! Don't take it personally to miss it! You know what we're doing here!?"

"... then you do it. Not my hobby."

"... chip"

The burning golems turned toward each other as the man in the robe struck his tongue and stabbed him with a cane.

"Protect them!

Shelleg will try to reconfigure the formation for us.

But...

"The person in front of you, I guess, is this me. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Ragach roared like a madman and stepped on the earth of ice.

A ground of ice made of magic, harder than iron than rock, snaps like a small crater.

Apparently, he's more than he looks, he's got great physical abilities.

"You're a battle freak."

A lizard man, who was supposed to be one of Ragach's people, grumbled to throw up.