Life with my Little Sister

"Tordie, I'm sorry"

Mr. Torone bowed his head to me, surprised to hear what was going on.

What she wanted.

Why she left the house.

And that whatever the outcome, it would have been solemnized.

Knowing them, I was surprised.

I had no idea that I had spontaneously consulted Deborah, which tied me to almost the best possible outcome.

The world of elves has its own codes and factions, some of which actively choose to interact with the outside world, like the Ramiels, for example, while others, like the 'balance' faction, make it good to be very strict with each other.

Deborah's friend was apparently a Ramierian high elf.

Well, you can do that disciplined monk friend, so it can't be served either by an interminable saint or, conversely, by the same level of championship.

You can't do anything about the 'balance' faction that weighs in on disciplining itself and severely attacks the character of the elves.

From me to Deborah.

And from Deborah, to that high elf.

The information and things flowed, and for some reason, we were going to meet face to face at the drinker.

The result was - he was a champion.

Well, at the time I asked where we met, I gave up.

I learned later because I am not close to a liquor store, that there seems to be a group of annoying drunks in this king's capital, which is feared in many liquor stores.

Deborah and Effmont Ong, and their high elves - your name was Mr. Miis - seemed to be its blacklist members.

I will avoid mentioning it because I took great care of Mr Torone in his case, but I have no doubt that he was a very distinctive person.

However, the job seemed to have been done exactly, and Mr. Torone had arranged for the cure he wanted, even after giving up his life.

I was unconscious in medicine, so I didn't know, but black powder disease is something you can cure. I thought it was a complete morbidity.

Around here, Mr. Torone would be the same person who tried to fly out of the house and hang on to Takazu.

Besides, the people inside Mr. Torone shouldn't even know.

Because if I knew, there's no way she'd come out to King's Capital.

"Because the high elves are better in terms of knowledge and technology than our normal elves..."

Mr. Torone thought so and seems to have recognised the difference between normal elves and high elves again.

But I guess it doesn't turn into arrow-stricken precious because I was pushed to be mindful that "there's nothing else to say about the medicine".

Coming out of people's worlds doesn't seem like it.

Mis, who could get something like that, may actually be an amazing person.

Whatever it is, you have to thank her.

"I'm glad your mother seems helpful, Mr. Torone"

"Yeah! Thanks to Tordie for this too! Thank you so much!"

I don't really think I could have helped that much, but I guess this should be interpreted as something her joy has put into words and accepted in silence rather than as a misunderstanding.

We must now go to the Chamber of Commerce to receive the cure and apologize for the disturbance. I'm an escort, but I can't just make Mr. Torone apologize.

It's a shame you didn't meet Elf's high ancestors, but you must be fortunate to have finished the conversation within the High Elves range.

Because if you were even involved with Takazu, you must have taken more care of it.

"Well, shall we go"

"Ugh!

You're going to put your arms around the natural......

She thinks everything is at this rate. I don't really understand why they missed me so much.

No, it's not, so I don't mind.

That's the way to go, the road to the Chamber of Commerce.

Mr. Torone was pointing a flowery smile at me.

Getting angry is certain, and if you go back inside, you may even be punished.

But still, I'm not bitter because I can save my favorite mother. I'm proud that you don't mind.

Because if you did plan to meet Takazu, you weren't even sure if you could help him in the first place.

Worst case scenario, I was only punished and could not be helped.

That, Mr. Torone's expression, which was like a flower, suddenly clouded.

You look more serious than ever.

"Mr. Torone? What's wrong, sir?

"Tordie, dangerous"

She held me, she jumped.

Moment after moment, where we were, the fireballs burst.

I knew right away that it was magic.

(Mr. Torone's sixth sense! I mean, is it an ambush!

I take out the rod quickly.

If you're the one who raids without question, that must be that elf.

"Petronella, I found you..."

What showed up was an arrow-stricken elf.

But I wasn't the raider during this time.

Apparently, he wasn't the only one chasing Mr. Torone.

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I stare at someone who's been ambushing me.

I'm an elf man, but I'll be staring at you over there.

All of a sudden, around using magic, I don't think I'm the one who can negotiate peacefully.

"Don't avoid it, Petronella...... It's gonna stink..."

"Isn't this your kind? If my current attack had hit me, I would have been seriously injured!?"

"You're such a lousy human being, don't you feel comfortable talking to me!

The man was drastically elevated for that reason that I spoke up.

So did the raiders during this time, but this elf also seems to be quite a rough personality.

"Petronella...... For a long time, some injuries are said to be unavoidable if resisting. You wouldn't want to feel painful, would you? Then just come here..."

"What are you saying by using magic without resistance, without anything, without conversation?!?"

"I told you not to talk to me, you filthy human! We know you guys attacked Derrinvé! I mean, you're already resisting!

Derrinvé is probably the name of the raider in the meantime.

This is Mr. Torone, who saved me with his six-sense, but he's trembling anxiously.

It's called the usual rotten personality, and it doesn't seem to be the right personality for the fight.

I am still impressed that we have often reached Wang Du.

"-So. Which one of you did Delinvé? Or do you have other people?

"... what are you talking about?

"Bullshit. Bye. Yep! Fucking humans! I guess that's what he means when he comes back!

The chant begins without question.

Does this mean that the Raiders in the meantime were defeated by someone?

I don't naturally remember myself, and I don't hear such rumors, so it doesn't seem to me that I've been arrested by the official constitution.

Will you be able to escape, in this situation?

It's not yet night, so it's going to be hard to make the Impact Master look good.

If...

"Mr. Petronella, please just run away! I'll buy you some time here!

"No, you can't, Tordie! I can't do that!

"You think I'm gonna let you get away with this, you idiots!

A large fireball is shaped.

I think this is going to really matter, is it sane?

If I hit Mr. Torone in the corner, I would be seriously injured.

Somehow, you have to protect her alone......!

"Die away! Fucking human!

Fireball being shot out with a line like a chimp. But the power is real.

Expand the Devil's Wall in fast language.

Enhance your defense with a second spell.

Target the counter with a third spell, but will it work?

"Ugh...! Knock...!

From my experience during this time, I chose to thicken the Demon Wall, but apparently that played a role.

It takes a lot of magic, but it seemed like it could be prevented itself.

The magic of counterattack selects the rock bullet.

I'd like to restrain you in peace, but in black rope, it won't work.

Aim for your legs and stop moving. I hope it works out.

"Tordie, there's more! Be careful!

"- Huh!? Huh!

My demon wall will be destroyed by another flying fireball.

What comes out is a new elf.

This one is also male, apparently he unleashed an extra fireball.

"And, Tordie, it's okay!?"

Mr. Torone screams.

"Yeah, I don't know."

I managed to answer that, but you're a mess.

If you had one opponent, you had the eye of a fugitive, but both of you, you had no hitter.

If you're a gentleman, you also think of surrendering, but if you're suddenly exercising witchcraft, and you're looking down on humans, surrendering would be foolish.

There's no winning, and it's hard to escape.

Then should we focus exclusively on letting Mr. Arrowhead get away with it?

In the eyes of the two elves comes the colour of spare time and contempt.

Chronic heart, much better. That's easier to multiply.

"Kukukukuku...... You're thinking of letting humans, you, Petronella alone get away with it, etc.?

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"I won't let that happen... As much as an inferior monkey thinks, it's a prospect......!

Was it read?

I wanted you to be chronic there, too.

(Totally snow-covered, right? But about her, you have to protect her)

Things moved even further when I decided to be kind of prepared and grabbed the rod.

"- You're an elf. It's rare to see an elf outside the Chamber of Commerce."

It's out of place.

It sounded too out of place.

A relaxed voice with no tension.

"Stupid, he said he was an intruder!? There must have been a tension in the payroll line!

The raiders also turned suddenly to a sounding voice.

There - there was a figure.

Too tiny. That was, undoubtedly, the child's.

That's right.

Incredibly, there was a child standing.

There was a little boy with a neat face and a boring atmosphere that wasn't like it.