Life with my Little Sister

"Okay, good luck with that."

My grandfather is stroking the inside of four people.

You must have been quite anxious because you look horny, whether you stroke it or you can stroke it.

"Ha, ha, ha! I want you to stroke me!

My Sister looked at the people she could stroke and told me to stroke myself.

Of course, I wouldn't do anything to say no.

"Fee. Thanks for your help. Thank you so much."

"Hehe hehe...! Phew, I was praised by! Phew, I'll be glad to hear more! Huh, it's more useful!

Yeah.

He looks happy.

This girl's standards don't even brace her at times like this.

While we're at it, Grandpa's adventurers are fighting the demons around us.

Even though there is a huge difference in numbers, they are precisely and reliably taking out enemies while devising ways not to be surrounded by my demon walls.

I think even the individual is quite a user, but he also seems to be good at collective warfare.

(Are you throwing and towing smell bags that demons hate and defeating enemies in the other direction in the meantime)

It's an adventurous way to fight.

I'm used to it, and I guess I'm just a skilled person.

Masters of swords say they see through the mistakes, but in the case of veteran adventurers, they've heard that it's 'create the mistakes'.

I guess that's the kind of fight that's going on in front of us right now.

Even the bodies of the defeated enemies are successfully used as walls.

Restrict and lure the other person's actions very naturally and always stand in their favor.

They were obviously used to the way they fought in widows.

Armed differently, everyone wears the same armband.

That is a testament to being an Alliance Enforcement Officer.

Grandpa belongs, Brev just admires it, and I guess that's a testament to warriors.

Mr. Lucas, the deputy captain, apparently identified it as possible only in defence.

They come this way.

"Dear star reader, You're safe."

"Ko, Ko, this situation isn't safe yet...!?"

Ms Tarbicki makes a plain, authentic statement as she holds Pooh tight.

I guess that is.

I was just able to rendezvous with the adventurers, and I haven't solved anything, and I don't know anything.

Mr. Lucas smiled bitterly and replied that we would nevertheless do everything in our power to escort you.

Then look at me.

"Did Alt-kun build this demon wall? That's amazing. I can't believe it's enough to protect everyone."

"... I did good. But I don't think it's" everyone. "

Over there in the venue, the bodies are rolling.

It belongs to people who are running late.

My priority life belongs to my family, and I'm not even willing to do anything to hang it on my balance.

If it's both ways, I choose my family without getting lost.

I don't hesitate to wave away the hands that flock to Carneades' board, but that's not why I want to see a tragedy. I bet you've never had your life saved.

To my words, Mr. Lucas bowed his head.

"Right. My tongue was bad. But it's good to have protected your family."

"That's not the power of me alone. Fee and this-"

Spread your hands and point to Mr. Fennel, the two made a meeting.

"My name is Lucas, Deputy Chief of Alliance Enforcement."

It's Fennel.

The motion is graceful, but her words were extremely concise.

"Are you an elf mage? Then you'll have the power to survive this disaster."

"It's a high elf (...). Please make no mistake."

Mr. Fennel put in an immediate fix.

Speaking of which, when I first went to the Chamber of Commerce, Chairman Shorcina also remembered claiming to be a high elf, not an elf.

I don't know, but I guess it's an inalienable part of them.

"This is rude. This is a coarse adventurer, so I hope you'll forgive the proud Elves for working illegally."

In response to Mr. Lucas' words, Mr. Fennel's eyes are cold.

Could she also hate humans?

From Takazu, it's me...

But Mr. Lucas doesn't look like he cared on the surface.

I guess it doesn't work with one of my gaze because I'm talking about the adventurer having to be strong at heart too.

"Alt-kun. I'd like you to answer as far as I can tell, but do you know what happened to the Count?

"Is it the Count? Then..."

As I explained, Mr. Lucas nodded with a strange face.

"Right. Could you possibly live? Even if he's dead, we might be able to retrieve your body if we hurry..."

He said he might be alive?

I don't think we can expect much in that situation.

"Either way, we have to get to confirmation right away. In the name of the Count's rescue, we launched a team."

In nominal terms, maybe the original purpose was to find us.

In this situation, the Alliance must protect the people.

You won't be allowed to behave in a personal way.

If everyone has a reason to be sure, it's to look for a mentor.

I mean, the Count's rescue.

"Do I have to deliver you first than I could rendezvous with the altos...? No, if the Count survived that, don't make a big deal of it. But it's the pinnacle of foolishness to split the squad in this situation..."

I'm roaring.

Meanwhile, Fee being stroked by me is a dream in this situation.

"More! Oh, more fu, why? Phew, I liked it!

If I'm serious, I want to give this kid a break, so I want to move somewhere safe.

But they also use the big nickname of searching for the Count.

Now if the Count is completely uncertain as to cheap, he will be able to turn back in the way that he was unable to protect the survivors, but if there are even a few surviving eyes, he will not be able to abandon them.

"Please, follow your own purpose and head to the Lord's rescue in this city. We'll take your escort."

There, Mr. Fennel, plugged those words in.

Mr. Lucas asks surprisingly.

"What does that mean? No way, alone, are you going to protect us all?

"No. I said, 'We are'." Individually, "we don't say."

As if to react to the words, a tiny shadow pops out of his feet and jumps at Mr. Fennel.

It was that squirrel-like obedience who went to the Chamber of Commerce of Cyril for rescue.

(Has he come back? And to say…)

Moment after moment, several warcraft ran out of breath.

Multiple shadows come, like filling a space.

"I'm sorry, Master Fennel! Unexpectedly many of the monsters have arrived late......!

"No need to apologize to me. More than that, protect these people with all your might."

What showed up was an armed elf.

From the way they look, they're from the security department.

I guess telling Mr. Fennel he's bowing his head is better than calling her.

The elves immediately repositioned themselves to shelter us.

"This will allow you, Adventurer Alliance, to head to the rescue of your Lords. Leave the Crane Putt family escort to us."

When this is said, the face of law enforcement must turn to the Count.

They set out on the subject of Lord's Rescue.

The elves, on the other hand, have been here since the beginning to protect us.

"Al."

Grandpa came over here and grabbed my shoulder.

"Ask for the lucicas. If it's true, I'll take you to headquarters..."

The expression on his grandfather's face seems to be exactly what he thought of the disconnect, and the way it looked makes me wonder how important his family is.

I'll take care of it.

Emotionally, I'd like to say this, but that's a little difficult.

If it's just a stuffing and escort to the Chamber of Commerce branch, if there's a demon wall of blasted muddy water, I think it's possible just for me.

But another problem is stuck.

That's one girl beside me, drawing star reading blood.

Unless she manages the situation where the Warcraft are gathering together, there is no way to go to a place where the infightless are evacuated in large numbers.

(Arrowhead, shouldn't we be heading to where the magic felt by Fee?

No matter, don't take your mothers to that place.

Even if I was to worry, I wondered if I should act alone.