Life with my Little Sister

I can't help but think about the price and constraints.

There are no ingredients to think about (...).

But what if there's something that can amplify the power?

Or what if Menno, for some reason, is bottoming up his magic?

"Fee."

"Hey, did you... That I did, Phew protects it!

I usually say, "I like it! But what I say is," Protect! ".

She's going to protect me, too, just as I want to help everyone.

I stroked Fee's head and asked.

"Fee. Wouldn't there be some unnaturally great magic somewhere? Or even a distorted reaction."

"Miu...? Weird magic, full of it. Phew, I'll tell you everything, it's hard... But if it's the weirdest magic you've ever had, Phew, I know!

"Big weird magic......?

Is that a warcraft?

Or are you a magician?

Or it could be a demonic stone or a demonic prop...

If it's true, I want to go to Phee's point now and find out.

Even if I protect it, I'm poor, so if I have a clue about solving the problem, I'd like to make sure of it.

But no.

If I don't keep the Wall, I can't protect my mothers.

For me, the most important thing is to protect my precious family, not to take out enemies.

Only there, you mustn't put them back on.

At least until the mothers are protected.

(No...... Is it difficult to be protected? More and more monsters are gathering for Pooh...)

Then we need to do something about the 'origins' of the arrow-stricken warcraft...

I don't know, this is a grand tour.

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"... yeah?

As I was cruising with this, Phee and Pooh, who cleverly shared places and held me, strengthened her arm.

Those eyes that look up at me seem anxious, and that's supposed to be normal in itself...

(The 'quality' of anxiety has changed......?

I don't know why.

Until earlier, however, Pooh seemed simply frightened by the demons and frightened by the tragedy.

In other words, it is a general category of fear or bewilderment.

But now, you look like you have other fears.

I still don't know what that is...

"Al, I..."

Pooh said something, that's when it happened.

"Mill, you're not hurt anywhere!? Are you okay?!? Ugh, this was scary. Ooh, ooh, ooh!

Tarbicki, recovered enough to finally talk, hugged Pooh.

"Mmm...... Mother......"

Powoko took her hand off me and held Ms Talvicki's body back.

It's strange how my daughter looks more like she's holding her mother, even though it must be a parent-child embrace.

(Is it because I was able to recognize the inexplicable safety...)

The Wall of Devil that surrounds us.

So far, this muddy water hasn't allowed any of us to break through the demons.

Considering that Daiyuan said 'me', unless I could rely on it, but still, to some extent, it seemed to have helped calm my mind.

Everyone else seems the same around here.

In addition, Mr. Fennel.

This guy has a lot of credit.

She is using a little bit of magic and blowing up the warcraft that comes by.

I can't do it all because of the large number, but still don't keep it dense. And he told me not to let him stand in the front.

It doesn't change the fact that you're surrounded, but you can't fool around with visual effects.

I guess thanks to her, everyone doesn't have to be more frightened than they need to be.

Not only in terms of combat ability, but also in terms of care, she seems to excel.

Sneaking his head down, he was just being looked at.

I get a little smile.

"Do they understand what I mean by using magic? A boulder, huh? The vice chairman has a glimpse."

"Vice Chairman? Is that Mr. Henriette?

"Yes, Mr. Yantine seems to be struggling to protect you as an instruction from Takazu, but in my case, in addition to that, I am asking the vice chairman to ask him for alto."

"Me?

"Yes, you are. It's amazing, isn't it? I mean, he likes it. It's weird. What part of Master Alto attracts vice chairmen and Takazu? I'm interested, too."

Even if they say that, I don't know.

However, since he's my best friend's kid when it comes to Abel, I don't think he'd have had much of a negative impression from the start.

Plus, we've been spending a lot of time together since we met.

We've been together longer than Phee.

Though I think it would be something I grew up with over time.

"Al......"

And Pooh, who calmed her mother down, turns to me again.

"What's up, Mill?

"Mmm...... Al, I..."

So when he hung something up again, one turning point blocked it.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Lucica, oh, my God, oh, my God! Dorothea, oh, oh, oh, oh! Where? Awwwwwwwwww!?"

"Oh, Father...... Huh!?"

The voices that echo from the other side, they do know each other well.

Until then, my mother's eyes, anxiously grabbing me and Fee, lit a light of hope.

That seems to be the same for grandmothers and hatco siblings.

Immediately, turn to the voice.

The adventurer guild's execution, the emergence of Shark Crane Putt, seems to give these people more peace of mind than a handcrafted high elf mage.

"Oh, Father, come on, come on, come on! Here it is. Whoa!

I just got sick of visual effects.

After Mother's voice sounded, it would cloud that it was just an extraordinary achievement.

Doon, and a shock like an explosion.

It (...) winds up the monsters and blows them to the sky like garbage scum.

As if even a paper blizzard had blown, there are those who rush straight here, blowing up massive amounts of demons.

How reliable and comforting would it have seemed to my grandmothers to eliminate obstacles with overwhelming force?

"You're not thinking about pacing, or preserving power."

Like a solitaire, Mr. Fennel shrugged.

The end of me and her warcraft was a fuel priority.

With minimal witchcraft, I'll be sure to bury him.

It wasn't flashy, but it was a trick in anticipation of a long war.

That's the best because we don't know how many enemies we have, and rendezvous with others is an obscure situation.

But I also know how my grandfather feels.

Because even I wouldn't be able to stay calm if anything happened to Phee or my mother.

(Grandpa's specialty is war axe...)

With enhanced vision, I see my grandfather, who is far away.

wielding with one hand a great axe that would be envisaged to be handled with both hands.

(i) Double the head of the warcraft with a gibberish, and anything that is likely to stand in the way of progression, level the axe, farther away in the belly area, and skip away.

It must be very powerful.

The body of a monster beaten with an axe belly is shaken, twisted, and flown in several units with one blow.

Even if I didn't die on that one, I don't think it's possible to continue the fight anymore.

Grandpa had something like luggage on his back.

And reach for it quickly.

Gripped was a short hand axe with a large blade but a pattern.

For a moment, I thought I was going to throw it into a two-axe stream without a two-axe stream.

Apparently, it was a throwing axe.

But it's an axe thrown by a monstrous grandfather.

Speed and power are awesome.

The throwing axe, which rotated to raise the becoming, flew as it severed the three Warcraft and stopped at a deep penetration into the fourth belly.

"Get out of the way, hey, hey, hey!

Wave the battle axe with your right hand and fly the throwing axe with your left hand.

It didn't make me feel like a monster existed on a hundred basis, but it looked like I was going to a deserted field.

"It's like the way Dwarf fights. Did you learn or imitate it?"

Whimpering, Mr. Fennel is eliminating the Warcraft so that Grandpa's path is favourable.

I guess the fact that we can work together and collaborate without talking is a testament to her being a powerful person.

(But you're strong, my grandfather...)

As you can see from Brev's leadership role in the exam, he also uses magic.

But the physical attack was too strong, and even inside the guild, Mr. Dorothea said he was thought to be a biological warrior, but he was good at seeing it with this eye.

Physical attacks, such as lined demons, would be enough.

Around here, I disagree with my teacher, Abel.

That man is too skillful in witchcraft to use a sword struck by a legendary masterpiece.

I got a spear from Tine.

And I'm learning the sword from Abel, so I know that the master is an isolated being, even as a swordsman.

But the elves will think of their ancestors as the most powerful sorcerers.

I'm actually a master of both ways.

(Did Mr. Lucas come too)

I was late to my grandfather, who ran with the demons kicked in, and I saw those men following me.

He's led by his grandfather, Mr. Lucas, deputy captain.

They are not fighting.

Grandpa's gonna kick his ass, so I guess it's just running and chasing him.

Apparently, he led a team and came looking for us.

"Father!"

"You!"

My mothers are hugging my grandfather, who came in front of me.

I want to go to my side too, but I can't get distracted because Yantine and Grandpa kicked around scattered and there are still countless warcraft out there.

I'll keep expanding the Wall of Demons and be careful not to come in, so I'll do my best.

(But even if it's hard, can you take a breath...?

Even if it's far from reassuring, I was grateful to be able to give Fee a break.