Life with my Little Sister

"Ha ha ha ha! Lyushkaroo!

"Yikes! Whoa, whoa!

muscles and the daughter hugging each other.

This is a room in the Starfest Defense Headquarters.

I came to visit my grandfather before enjoying the festival.

"Yes, it's your lunch box."

"Oh, sorry."

Mr. Dorothea handed him a basket covered in cloth.

That one has, as I said, my grandfather's lunch in it.

There's got to be a lot of them, Grand Father, but they're gonna eat a lot.

Maintaining that hot, bitter muscle would also require a lot of nutrition.

"Mr. Dorothea, you came, didn't you? Good for you, Captain Shark."

Laughing at Niyaniya, a man like Grandpa's men arrived.

But once, he bows his head to us, politely.

"My name is Lucas from Alliance Executive. This time, as deputy captain of the Star Festival Special Guard, I am assisting Captain Shark."

Arrowhead, looks like he was one of Grandpa's men.

But Mr. Dorothea originally, neither Hatcoz nor his mother, seemed to meet for the first time.

I guess that means saying hello to me and Phee.

"It's Shark's grandson, Alto. Best regards,"

"It's Phew! I like it though!

As the siblings all lowered their heads, Mr. Lucas laughed, clapping his shoulders.

"Captain, grandson, you're very firm. I knew there was going to be a cheerful kid like Brev, didn't I?

Again, turn around for a casual atmosphere.

Apparently, my grandfather and I are pretty casual friends.

"Ha ha! My grandson is a genius!

Grandpa laughs in a good mood.

Seeing how it was, Mr. Lucas looked, horrified.

(Ah. I see each other...)

Have you been noticed that you've been observing him?

"What's wrong?

"Oh, no..."

I look at Grandpa.

If you look closely, you look tired somewhere, but is this just simple fatigue?

"Hehe..."

Then Mr. Lucas. For some reason I nod like I understand.

"The journey. Sure, you look smart. Captain Shark is tired. Looks like he's seeing through, doesn't he?

"Silly. I'm not tired."

The way my grandfather grunts like that, he looks somewhere with an arrow, tired.

"Yeah. Father, you're tired, aren't you?

"You must be tired."

Mother and daughter affirmed at the same time.

Well, you must be watching your wife and daughter better than I am.

Cloudy, Grandpa shut up in silence.

"Guard, guard, guard. There was a lot going on. Even the guild had thieves... oh, no, well, it was tough."

Grandpa's men who cough in a hurry.

I don't know, are you saying you're tired of stacking things up?

"Even food, yes. We had to either buy it from crowded stalls or cook ourselves with cheap ingredients that we bought for the little expense we had here. The captain usually eats Mr. Dorothea's dishes, and his tongue is fat, so he says, 'I don't want a shitty meal!' Oh, my God, he was playing dumb. '

"Well! If you...!

Happy or pitiful, Mr. Dorothea's expression is complicated.

"Shit...... ugh! Lucas, don't be ridiculous!

"I'm sorry about this. So gentlemen. The security of the festival is complete, so please enjoy."

Mr. Lucas lowered his head as if to stand aside.

But the safety of my beloved sister is at stake.

Security is troublesome if not adequate.

And more than adventurer guilds and knights, I guess I'll have to watch out for you.

"Grandpa. For the time being, if there's a stuffing plot or something, can I see it?

"Oh. I don't mind. See, this is it."

I guess there was some point in escaping the awkwardness.

My grandfather showed me the shiatsu and the venue map.

That seems to be the countermeasure headquarters, it was an authentic drawing.

Not only is there a stuffing place for the guild placed everywhere, but there is also a place for the Knights stuffing place, and whoever's stall is out there, it was written down as a slack.

Every store also swings the number.

(If this is the case, can you give immediate instructions such as "What is nearby"?)

You're thinking about it.

Besides, it turns out that the location of each filling station is next to an important hub, next to a major street, or, if it turns out to be a problem, the plan is in place so that it can be sealed off and guided.

(Are the gestures of the Count and the Viscounts also color-coded? I don't want to be taken care of by the rumored Viscount Denen, and let's remember where 'else' is......)

On less brains, memory, memory...

"Ha. Alt-kun, you've been watching the drawings for a long time. Are you interested in something like this?

"No, in self-defense."

"Self-defense... Salari and the children. If you need anything, we can rush you right away, okay?

I guess it's to reassure this one.

The deputy captain cuts me off with clarity.

But if you really want to protect yourself, 'wait' isn't enough...

"Eh...... Of course, I trust the grandfathers, but I think we need to know where to evacuate in the event of a sudden fire or sudden panic push and the route to escape, and also where it's going to get crowded..."

I can't even tell you that there was nothing like the fall bridge accident on the permanent bridge in the Edo period. There's no big bridge in this venue, though.

"... Captain, I'll tell you one more time, he's very firm. Five, maybe six, right? What is this crisis management capability?

"Ha ha! My grandson is a genius! Al, can I have the Dorotheas, please?

"Yes. Be sharp, I will try"

Especially when it comes to Phee. I'll make sure you protect him.

Nodding with determination, Mr. Lucas says to me with a bitter smile.

Did they think you were a big boy?

"There are patrols around the main street, all the time, so if anything happens, you should follow your instructions. Of course, I don't mind you actively asking for help. Well, in the last decade, when it comes to trouble, drunkenness has broken out, beatings at botched stores, and all we have to do is squirt and put it away."

Hmm.

Is there no such thing as exposing a child?

Around there, I guess, is the fruit of the patrol.

Well, it must be a more unpopular festival if it's the kind of place where serious incidents frequent.

Most importantly, Grandpa will tell you to be careful.

A Brev boy watching us interact raises his hand and asks if he wants to mix things up somehow.

"Mr. Lucas, what is a demonic raid, okay?

"Ha. Brev, that's a good thing you took a leap."

Brev, does' too 'mean that my words are considered to be a matter of concern?

"On the night of the festival, increase the number of guards on the outer walls in particular. The walls of Cyril are high, and the gates are thick. Whatever direction the monster appears from, there will be plenty of time to close it, and come on, it won't break through. And lately, the number of demons seems to be decreasing. Preparedness for 'Outside' is a matter of completeness"

And, Mr. Lucas laughs.

"Look at that, look at that."

At the corner of the headquarters, there was a discrepancy and genuine equipment.

Even the amateur can tell it's something that goes beyond the boundaries of 'security'.

It was like war or even a powerful warcraft going hunting. It was a bunch of armaments.

"Ooh! Kake-yah......!

A brev boy who loves weapons is excited.

Mr. Lucas looked at Grandpa, smiling bitterly.

"Our captain is worried. You deliberately ordered us to bring extra security gear. Look, that qualm. It wouldn't be possible to use it at a festival."

"Ugh." There's no reason to use it, "or" I'm sure you don't need it, "if you tell me, it's a form of alarm. If you're going to act for days with heavy gear on, that's it, but if you can keep it at headquarters, be prepared, not yet."

"But captain, aren't the adventurers of the guard a lot more than usual? Go out of your way, call me from the King's Landing and other cities. My branch manager was angry at me for overspending, right?

"It's special this year, so don't make a mistake by consolidating it! If you can buy safety with gold, you should!

Is that because Pooh's house is coming?

But Mr. Lucas, as a tease, saw us.

"Not even for your precious daughter or grandson, huh?

"You idiot! That's not a personal affair!

Grandpa's face was subtly red.

Huh?

Seriously, is this for us?