Life with my Little Sister

"No, wow. You're amazing."

Menno praises Yantine as he slaps his hand.

"I didn't expect him to even use Cannon. Seriously, awesome. You can be proud of me, okay?

But to the female knight of the day, I can't afford to be light mouthed.

Eating your own arms, the 'sphere' is unexpectedly fast eating and looks like it will soon resume its movements.

The obedient demon doesn't mind continuing.

"He's the one who's supposed to deal with the army. I know you're strong, but there's nothing more you can do."

Laughing at Niyaniya, the man moves to the wall.

The previous position was in front of the entrance and exit.

They were there to keep Jantine from escaping.

But not now.

Leaving the entrance and exit solidified by reinforcements that continue to emerge from the 'Gate', Menno himself leads a team and moves to the edge.

Yantine then realized that the condition of the wall behind the submissive was slightly different from the others.

(Is that a way out? Or is it even in a separate room...)

Definitely, it shouldn't be a meaningless move.

"Come on. It's about me. Do you mind? Looks like he's finished eating his own arm, huh?

As Menno put it, there are no tangled arms anymore.

An eyeball floating in an ugly chunk of meat seemed to stare at Yantine.

(Canon is characterized by fast fire and high power. But fuel consumption should be extremely bad... How many shots can you shoot? That discernment is creepy...)

Menno found that the attitude of the spear-mounted knight was a priority for avoidance altogether.

I think he's right as a tactic.

That if I were in that woman's shoes, I would move the same way.

(But I... I said that, didn't I? Assuming 'military opponents' oh...)

As Yantine speculated, the wall behind the man is a hidden passage.

Why travel to the side of the aisle that you didn't even try to use during your engagement with the Elf Knight?

It's about being alert to cannon entanglements.

No matter how much 'sphere' is under your control, the danger of eating 'stray bullets' remains.

Tamer, who is killed or injured under the influence of his servant's demon, has a lot to offer.

Some have been punished for destroying precious ruins and buildings owned by great men.

Preparing for his own obedience, not his enemies, was also a condition for a first-class Tamer.

And arms.

The 'sphere' approaching Yantine begins to grow arms again.

The knight, with his arms stretched out at high speed, cursed his own detours there.

Not the eyeball, but the canon was fired from the arm just now.

"Shima...... Huh!

That's far finer than what gets shot out of the eye.

But it was powerful enough.

A light ray about forty centimeters in diameter was launched towards the head.

"Shit, let's... Huh!

With a short scream, Yantine was blown away.

It hits a far wall and falls over the floor.

"Awesome. Seriously, it's amazing, you. From that situation, is the guard gonna make it or normal? I don't know if I'd sacrifice both arms and avoid a fatal injury. Great judgment after being flown. Whether you get slapped on the wall or fall on the floor, cover your head properly."

Menno is turning off his grin and slapping his hand in the face.

The lady knight, who was jumping and should have been impossible to dodge any more, crossed her arms in that moment to prevent damage to her head.

Another notable defensive action would have been the use of 'Magic as Raw'.

It is generally assumed that no one can use the Wall without chanting.

Naturally, I can't even use Yantine.

Shortly before Kanon was hit, the Elf's female knight replaced the wall by releasing 'The Magic of Being Raw', softening the power of the shock.

"I'm impotent, aren't I? Well, there would have been no other way to survive. Normally, you wouldn't think of it, that's how to prevent it. 'Cause' Magic as Raw 'is water on a burning stone.... In this case, thanks to you, I didn't have to blow my arm?

"Ugh, guh, uhh..."

Yantine, trying to get up, can't fulfill.

Her arms, whose caged hands had been completely destroyed, were keroid-shaped.

Still, she thought it was in a better condition.

Because if you hadn't released "The Magic As It Was Raw," as Menno said, your arms would have blown up and you would have suffered head damage.

But now she's just saying that she's not dead.

I can't use both arms anymore, and I don't have the power to get up.

With a body of high elves with excellent physical abilities. This is why, assuming humans were in the same situation, they would have died in time for defense.

"Even so, well. You're going to die, aren't you? You don't think you can handle that (...) in this situation...?

The earliest Yantine has no fighting ability.

That is why the stubbornness must be stabbed exactly.

This was the first time Menno had fought a high elf.

The reason why the human race, though a minority, is afraid of its abilities is well understood.

(A single ride without magic, this strength? "Don't turn the Elf Chamber of Commerce against the enemy.")

But still, Menno is not going to stop.

Whoever stands before himself, he shall kill all.

Kill everything and take revenge.

This obedient demon won't be alarmed if he's tapping lightly.

Yantine, who fell and lay low, was wary with all her spirit that she might take the last blow.

- And that vigilance saved his life.

"Uh-oh!?"

Suddenly it flew, a rock bullet.

He scolded it right where it was.

The rock that hit the wall smashed and splashed on the spot.

Not from the elf knight at the end of his gaze, but to the extent that he could avoid a blow shot from a place where he could not even think, he wanted to praise himself.

"Mr. Yantine!

What I heard was a woman's voice.

Menno stares at the intruder as he sets up a tact, unwittingly tongue-in-cheek.

(Damn...... ugh! You're an elf again!

Who came in, the two of you.

Another elf, a woman in her everyday clothes, and a knight in armor similar to the one she just defeated.

Menno stopped the 'Sphere' at the same time as he stood up.

I'd like to stab a high elf who just couldn't move, but in the meantime, a new elf will undoubtedly be launching an attack.

Strength is unknown, but there's no way he's weak.

Outside this building, he hisses with his own obedience.

That's why I've come this far, so I had to assume, at least, that I had the equivalent of a fallen high elf.

'Sphere' must be prepared for the newcomer.

"... I'd love to. Is it popular with fire thieves? Aren't you full of trespassers? My obedients have a good nose, don't they? How did you get in so far unnoticed?

No one answers the obedience of the devil.

The elves in armor stood swords, and the elves in everyday clothes seemed to care about their fallen and lying compatriots.

Men, too.

Elves too.

If it's true, even soon, you'd have wanted to get rid of them.

But if the fighting starts, we won't be able to clean it up.

The elves wanted to prioritize rescuing their countrymen over fighting.

The devil must know his opponent's power and warn him that there is a "gate" and it is dangerous.

As a result, a subtle adhesive state is created.

A young boy's voice echoed in the hall as he sewed that gap.

"Mr. Fennel."

The pouch flies.

Elf, the woman in her everyday clothes, caught it.

"That's it, heal your teen"

"But this medicine is for you, Master Alto."

"Yeah. That's why I use it for me. Right away, but I want you to use it for Tine."

"-! I understand. Thank you from the bottom of my heart...!

Young.

Really young, children's voices.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Menno maximizes his vigilance.

I just heard the disturbing word 'treatment', etc.

Given the power of that lady knight, we absolutely must obstruct her.

However, we had to maintain a critical posture in order to prepare for the reason that the glued state was born and for the childish voice of the unidentified.

(Whatever potion you use, to the extent that that knight's life is saved. There's no way I can get back on the front. Then I'll drop you off here. 'Sphere' is no good unless you're ready for a newbie)

There's no way a child can come here.

If so, we must consider the possibility of a bucket of childlike appearances.

"... I don't know who you are, but are you going to come out?

Menno strives to create a sober tone.

Upset is the enemy.

Check the line.

Two elves and one rookie.

Assuming they attack at the same time.

Someone emerges from the entrance, as if to respond to his demands.

To that appearance, Menno looked out.