Life with my Little Sister

"Dear Frey, it's important!

It was on the night of the star festival that the escort knight rushed into my room.

I was hoping to attend the star festival as well, but I also had an obsession with Viscount Denen and my father ordered me to wait in my room.

Thoughtless story, I also thought my father's decision was right and gave up joining in the thought of a severance.

Flair, my twin sister, cared about me and claimed that she would stay too, but I know that Flair is looking forward to the festival.

I managed to convince him to go out.

Not that my sister won't be targeted, like me, of course.

So even in our battle force, we use our arms as escorts.

Thankfully, Mr. Shark, the guild executor, would have put an adventurer on it for me and my sister.

He didn't have enough men at the festival, but he couldn't help but take care of it.

Being attacked by Denen's men is an unfortunate trouble, but there's nothing more to it than saying that you were lucky enough to make out with someone like that.

I felt strange when I was reading a book in my room.

From there, I felt signs of sorcery activation.

I have the ability to sense the activation of magic as something other than magic sensing.

It's a big mess of standards, but I can tell just a few strengths and weaknesses.

Our servants and knights also possess magic, so we can also identify that the magic they normally use in their lives is insignificant, but the signs we felt on this day came to the thought of something big - perhaps, like attack magic.

"No way, Denen's raid...!?"

Since the one case of kidnapping, my father has been strictly instructed to prepare him in case he is equipped with moveable clothing, protective weapons, potions, etc.

I immediately dressed from my room and equipped myself with a pouch containing weapons and medicines.

The aforementioned knight rushed in shortly after.

"Master Frey, it's a raid!

"The hand of Denen?!?"

"That's... the Warcraft! There are so many Warcraft on their way to this Mansion that they have never seen!

"Warcraft! Warcraft... ugh!?"

When I heard of the Warcraft, I immediately thought of Menno's face, but the beasts said it was a terrible number of knights.

Not many monsters can be commanded by an obedient demon.

I hear Menno is extremely good as an obedient demon, but he shouldn't be able to manipulate a large number of demons.

Should we assume that, then, there has been a mass outbreak or major movement somewhere?

"Can defenses be consolidated? Can you get in touch with your father or Flair?"

To my question, the knight shook his head.

I guess I don't know anything because it's a sudden event.

In time, from outside the mansion, I could hear the sound of battle and the screaming.

Running over to the window, you can see the numerous beasts.

"What a number...!

I was stunned.

Is your father or Flair safe?

"Can you support this mansion? I'm sorry my fathers didn't have a place to go when they returned."

"Sometimes the Viscount had increased his security in preparation for the raid, and he has more power per se than usual -"

The knight's words are badly toothed.

"To boulders, we do not envisage an attack by this number. If the beasts move in disorder and say they're going somewhere else, we can't protect them, but if this mansion itself is the object of an attack, it seems impossible to defend it."

"Words are to be used correctly. Aren't the Warcraft storming straight into this mansion? Not in case."

The Warcraft seen through the window are running straight this way.

It felt to me like there was a clear will there.

(No way, are you really a thamed monster...? No. It's impossible to use this number...)

Either way, we should say that the policy is in place.

We have to get out of here right away.

"Even if you stay in the mansion, you don't have an eye for survival. I think we should move to a defensive location while we're at war. Your father and Flair should do the same."

"Are you going outside!? Isn't that too dangerous!

"Weren't you the one who said you couldn't support me in this mansion? I go out to live. It's not recklessly porpoise."

"... I understand. I'll get the team together right away."

"Please."

A courtesy, the knight rushes away.

In front of him, yeah, but to be honest, it's horrible.

Even if it's best to get out now, it's simply dangerous out there, as the escort worried me.

"If I had more power..."

It was not the knights in the line that came to mind at that time, but the figure of that strange boy, who helped me from Denen's men.

Had he been here, would things have changed?

"... what's stupid"

I laugh at my words.

The boy who named him Alto, just like me, is really young.

In this number of Warcraft opponents, there is also a clump of boulders.

Him - no, I hope they're okay, too.

As a result, the choice to escape seemed right.

The Warcraft are attacking us too, but more than that, they are taking a leap towards destroying the Mansion.

As if the Golem were repeating simple orders, he said, 'Attack the Mansion', just seemingly confined to that action.

(If you're a normal monster, you shouldn't move like this. Again, are you being taemed...?

Doubts remain about the number of operations, but in me the idea was becoming dominant.

"Master Frey. Are you sure you want to go to the political hall? Alongside the Count's mansion, it's the most sturdy place in the city."

It is a true argument.

But I care about what the Warcraft do.

"Aren't these monsters being manipulated by someone?

"No way? Give me this number...... ugh!?"

"So you're saying that that looks like disorderly behavior?

"It's..."

One of the knights stared.

I guess he also knows that the Warcraft movement was, to some extent, an organization.

But because of the ridiculous number of mobilizations, you don't think it was the work of the devil.

"Though the method is unknown, let's assume that the Warcraft are manipulated. It's more likely to survive."

"... I understand. So you avoid the council hall?

Smart.

They understood what I was thinking.

If these monsters are being tamed and instructed to attack the city, isn't it the Ningro key base that will be targeted as a priority?

It is an aristocratic mansion, a council hall and a knight's stuffing.

Perhaps the gates of the city must also be consolidated.

"In that case, organizations with inherent force, not facilities derived from the city, are the ones to rely on."

As I nodded at the knight's remarks, another raised his voice.

"I mean, are you an Adventurer's Guild"

"No. Perhaps the guild should be packed with a large number of residents. We can't just push and make it easy."

"So where can you count on me?

I had an idea about that.

I don't know if you'll accept it, but there's a place with strong force and plenty of supplies.

"Shorcina Chamber of Commerce. Branch of the big store run by those elves. Let's go for it."

Protected by the knights, he sensed a powerful sorcery activation as he cut the blood path to the Chamber of Commerce.

I call everyone to rest.

"Wait, there's someone fighting around here."

"By this side, is it? I didn't hear a fight."

"But I'm sure. I sensed it."

"Would you like to take a detour?

The knight's remarks are especially so.

But my Viscount Bauman family, for generations, is in a position to keep the city safe. I can't apologize for abandoning my father.

"I'm sorry, but I want you all to stay with me."

As I said, the knights looked at each other and laughed.

That's a sign of acceptance.

Just as proud as I am of being the eldest son of the Viscount Bauman family, they also have pride in protecting the inhabitants of the city.

"I have nothing to apologize for. I was wondering if the Viscount Baumann family would make the right decision."

"My father is the only one who knows if I'm going to carry on the trail. Maybe Flair will inherit."

"But even if it does, you have inherited the will of the Viscount Baumann family for generations. Because we protect you with our lives."

"You're full of shit. But now let me say it."

That's how we turned to those in battle.

There was one woman and one toddler.

She was holding a toddler with one hand and waving a wand for a mage to fight some warcraft.

Do women excel in cane fighting, masterfully using terrain, while taking distance?

The moment the monster's attack stopped, the wind magic activated after a little while, cutting off the head of the beast.

Understand that the magic I felt was probably this.

At the same time, I found that the sound was not heard externally because of the wind.

For once, he may be choosing a magic trick that is less likely to sound in order not to make noise and call for reinforcements from the beasts.

"Is that an unchanging chant? Although sorcery is unfolding terribly fast."

"No, there's no such thing as a non-chanting user. You have time to activate. Probably a fast language user. We're not supposed to be here very often either."

Running over, talking about that.

Eventually, I see the woman firmly.

What attracted my attention was that both the person and the toddler were deeply wearing hats?

"The more minor we are, the more we will work together!

One of the guardian knights slashes the beasts with one blow.

"Thank you for your help!

The woman answered, and the Warcraft turned this way.

I am alert to the new emergence of us.

The woman didn't miss the gap.

After a little time, a tiny tornado of the Great Humanity breaks out and kicks all the beasts that happen to be on the spot.

(Storm of the Wind Blade!? Does this sorcery also exist...!

It's magic I've never seen.

"Awesome......! Oh, he's a very powerful man."

One of the knights shrugged.

He's a man with a lot of experience in action and war experience, so he's our primary force at a glance, too.

Such a man is amazing. I'm sure women are truly amazing magicians.

When Kata attached, the knights formed themselves to protect me and the woman.

I speak to the sorcerer.

"That didn't make much sense to work with."

"No. Thanks to you, I've earned time to chant. In solo combat, we could only do a small magic chant."

The woman lowered her head with a pepper.

Even though that's just how it works, it's oddly elegant. Maybe he's from a wealthy house.

Or are you used to interacting with noble people?

"Either way, it's safe and above all. I'm Frey. Frey Melle El Baumann. I am a Viscount family person responsible for policing this cello. They are our knights."

I break my hips with courtesy. The knights are on guard, so they just snorted silently.

To us like that, the woman in the hat also named us back.

"Oh, were you a nobleman? I'm sorry I'm late for your help. My name is Floche Scheindel. He is the one studying magical archaeology and magical archaeology in Wangdu. This is my daughter Florina."

The woman who named herself Floche looked at her daughter in her arms, seemingly in heartfelt love.