Life with my Little Sister

"The world is beautiful."

That's what my sweet sister told me.

Not to be afraid.

Not frightened.

He asked me to look at the beautiful world as it was.

"Our eyes, I'm sure, are for that. Lots of 'beautiful' to see."

She laughed so beautifully at her sister.

The way my sister was, it was' beautiful '.

At that time, I thought that there was only such a degree of recognition that humans still called it 'scary stuff' and that the third eye was creepy that it was just bullying me.

My sister caressed my head gently when I was abused by a human child and ripped off a stuffed animal.

"It's okay, because your sister will buy you a new stuffed animal"

That's why my sister, who went out of town, never came back.

I cried for years, searched, and found out.

That my sister, in a distant city of man, appeared 'only eyes' and was preserved.

That he was a human nobleman and had become a collection of people with the rank of a wizard.

My sister said, 'It's to see a lot of beauty,' and after all, I guess I saw despair.

My 'eyes', at least, saw the tragedy.

"Don't be afraid of humans. Don't be hostile. Then the groove will not be filled all the time. We have to live together for us to live."

My sister told me so.

There are indeed terrible people.

But not all of them.

Even on our side of the Rünelöp, he said there was something to do wrong.

He said he should throw away his colored glasses and walk over.

The thoughts of my sister, who taught me so tenderly and tried to believe in people, were rewarded in the worst way.

So my sister's final period diverged from everyday life, was it something special and special?

You happen to think you've pulled off some terrible, low-probability bad luck?

Not so - my eyes know that.

Nothing.

For Lunelup, 'it' was a daily tea meal.

Many human beings, not just the noblemen who killed their sister, continued to aim for the 'eyes' of their fellow countrymen, 'because it would be gold'.

It was only a common tragedy.

If you lose your life in a feud of reciprocity, you're still good at it.

But isn't it a lot to say die for money?

We are not hunters.

I kept looking.

I kept seeing my fellow murderers with these third eyes.

And the neglect of fellow countrymen who don't retaliate.

The conclusion was that it was even simple.

Human beings don't deserve to be kept alive, and their barbaric compatriots are unforgivable again.

The Lünelöps, who continue to be killed, hunted and still think about coexistence, at the earliest, are nothing more than to call them idiots.

I moaned knowing that there were fellow countrymen who still continued to blend in their efforts and their doings.

Among them are even fools who take advantage of the fact that they are a species that is good at magic and teach it to humans.

Humans use force if they have it. With knowledge, with knowledge.

Overwhelm and ravage others.

If it is such a danger, why do you not know?

Isn't it like giving a tiger wings, such as giving weapons to ferocious enemies?

There is also a great deal of speech.

The head of the fool said that he had become a magician dedicated to the princess of the human race, and was teaching magic to the child.

It's the extreme of barbarism.

No, from the point of view of preservation, it may be cloudy to be clever.

I'm not.

I don't make that choice.

If there is a beautiful landscape in this world, it should be a world without people.

Then let's make sure it does.

Reduce people.

Many alone, reduce.

That's why I joined a group.

Unfortunately there are humans there as well.

But by and large, it suits my purpose.

That's why I cooperated.

I decided that the place for the group to aim was close to the view my eyes wanted to see.

(But that too...)

Maybe that's it.

I don't have the skill of slamming an ice blade through my throat.

The elves weren't even there.

Is that all you trust in Snow Fairy?

Ha Also, if this distance, what confident can I handle?

Well, I don't even think I can get away with it, but shall we give it one last lift?

"Mage of the Rünelöp. Who were you and what were you up to?

The snowman asks me that.

Funny.

It's not a decent answer, is it?

"I'm just a little lost. No other intention."

The moment I said so, I was slashed off my right arm.

The pain ran, but I cried out. Is that what you do?

But you don't hesitate.

Besides, he seems to have a good grasp on his arms. They took it with them, politely.

The knight pointed a bloody sword at me, keeping his gaze fixed, and said to the elf.

"The noble one, from here on out, is not a sight to show a child"

"... n"

A large demon wall was built so as to wrap the children.

Well, I guess this kind of consideration is necessary. Because I guess it still means chopping me up.

The boy already seemed out of sight of the young girl before the snow elf waved his first machete.

I don't think so.

Or maybe the only one who isn't the right age is the boy, and the girl, it just happened.

(As far as I'm concerned, I appreciate you blocking that incapacitated toddler's gaze)

I don't think his ability would be such a force to erase and deactivate something.

It shouldn't be absorptive sorcery because there was no sense of fatigue or energy being taken away.

Must have wiped out my magic or that heart with the power of the eraser.

It's amazing. Boulders are spirits.

(Well, let me set you up)

The inquiry will resume shortly.

I'm sure I'll cut Shira, so for that matter, my injuries will increase and go. That's troublesome.

Then we should take immediate action.

…………

I look at my chopped arm.

The sleeve is engraved with a simple surgical formula that allows for very preliminary sorcery.

- Like this.

"Nooo...... ugh!?"

A powerful flash from the ground.

Precisely from the sleeve of the clothes.

The knight's gaze was right at me, so this would have been unintentional.

If it's the eyes of an ordinary person, the amount of light that crumbles.

I don't even think it will work as it is, but if I can buy a little time, that will suffice.

I took a distance, using the magic of concealment.

- It should have been.

"Ah, gu... gu!

I raised my voice unexpectedly.

The blow the snow elf had swept away had nicely amputated my legs.

My body was hit on the ice floor.

"Bye, silly......! What, so...?

"I had a meeting with you earlier. That gave me an idea of time and my approximate physical ability. Even if you can't see it, it's possible to slash it"

Oh, it's easy for me to say.

Pass the master, sword holy realm then...

Shouldn't you have engaged with someone with arrows and digits off...

I bit my back teeth.

There, a fierce poison for self-determination is planted there.

They're the ones who can do this.

I lost one arm and both legs, and I don't think I can get away with it.

Ningro, you don't even know me, I might have some kind of witchcraft or medicine for confession.

So this is the only way.

(Oh, I regret it...)

I felt the poison start to work.

My whole life, it ends here.

"You...... ugh! Poison me... ugh!

The snowman is in a panic.

That seemed unexpected with regard to this action.

Just a little, I was distracted.

"Sister...... Beautiful landscape, in the end, was nowhere..."

What did my sister want to show me?

Yeah.

Assuming I had a beautiful view, I don't have a sister.

Even if I saw it alone, it must have been empty.

(Oh - well)

My sister showed me a place I would never have been able to reach since that day.

From the beginning, I don't know what it means to be alive...

At the end of my life, I realized that.

And my consciousness, lost forever.