Life with my Little Sister

Pugmalion is strong.

I can't win.

What has been reached is an extremely simple conclusion.

If they used that weird 'Moment Move', they wouldn't actually be able to do anything about it.

Is there a temporal respite to get the muddy water out?

If I could get it out, I would tease it when I realized it, and I was right in front of you. So, I can't help it.

As things stand, I can't think of a painting that can do anything about me.

(as one possibility -)

There is an option to interfere with the roots at the point before the game begins and not let the magic itself be used.

But if I do that, my abilities will be exposed under daylight.

Known to the Marquis of Claustel or the old Caspel, would that be all it takes?

In exchange for victory, don't you lose something big?

No, there's no guarantee anywhere you can still win that in the first place, and more than it's not an exchange of lives, Pugmarion will know about root interference.

Make others unhappy - I don't know how serious that word of his is.

Or maybe it's a simple joke.

Although.

Yes, but if.

If I really meant it.

Maybe in the future, I'll be fighting that white kid for real.

Given that, I don't think my abilities or my wife's hands are good for exposure in this setting.

You will not be able to expose yourself to a special hand tag in the exam you originally intended to fall into.

(But then -)

After tying what you can do, you will fight a mage who is better than you.

Pugmarion's physical abilities are extremely high.

Even with physical enhancement, it is rather suspicious to be able to outperform it.

In other words, it's hard to find a way out.

In witchcraft and martial arts, I won't be able to reach him.

(There's nothing I can do...)

Should we change the 'premise'?

You can't win, so it's probably smarter to think about how you behave after defeat, bearing in mind 'what happened after you lost' from the beginning.

…………

Seeing the look on my face, Mr. Filomena looked dark.

"Alt-kun, after all, aren't you going to win...?

"On the contrary, Mr. Filomena, can you come up with a way of attacking? If you can think of anything, I'd like some advice from the bottom of my heart..."

"... sorry. If they show you such a human away move, you have no hitter. You know, a lot of trouble, a lot of power for a blow, that kind of event is a psychic that seems like a prank. Even if they have absolute walls, they may not make sense..."

She concludes the same thing, apparently.

Well, you know, I can't think of a tactic...

The court magician says, sighing.

"... If that 'movement of the moment' is due to witchcraft, it could be space witchcraft that sounded like sound, or in some cases even divine witchcraft. Even" Ancient Sorcery "is a legendary technique that says that there is no such thing as a human being who can use it first, but with such a defiant ability... Do you mean that boulders are just children recommended by the backyard..."

"Ha. So you're saying there may not be a human being who can manage that?

"- No. Her Royal Highness the Fourth Princess would probably still win"

――

Mr. Filomena says with sure eyes.

Look at that ability. Can you believe in your village daughter's victory?

By then, I guess that genius means awesome.

Do you mean to compare yourself to the psychic powers of Pugmalion or to say that you possess magic that outweighs you?

(Or, if you're Fee. 'old-fashioned' in that girl's mastery range, maybe she can fight it though)

Unfortunately, Alto Crane Putt is not a genius.

I'm sure my hands won't reach him.

Tobotobo and head to your exam venue.

Along the way, I saw another group taking a practical exam.

Mr. Filomena laughs powerlessly.

"... I just have a few moments, do you want to see it? Just in case, the tips for the offense may be rolling."

There is no power, neither in Mr. Filomena's voice nor in his face.

You're saying it yourself, and you don't think that's possible.

But I nodded at the suggestion.

I thought it might be a change of mood, not an offense.

There...

(Isabella...... Huh!

Now there was exactly what a drill girl was looking like taking a practical exam.

Her body is really tiny.

Sometimes my back length is low, but my age is the same as Fee's.

Among the examinees, I guess it's soggy and inferior.

In addition, she had studied witchcraft, but she should not have been trained in martial arts.

I've never heard such rumors, and neither have I. I've never seen him exercise with these eyes.

Sometimes we play together in the first place, so her physical abilities are roughly grasped.

As far as I can tell, Isabella's health would be that of an age-appropriate girl.

"This exam officer seems to be the same type as Master Rolf."

I mean, the beating type.

Some of the challengers, who think they've already finished the game, are leaning down with their eyes rubbed.

I was wondering if they were doing it too hard.

And Isabella...

"... ahhh!

A toddler girl, who had not even been passive trained, had been blown away and slapped by the ring.

She was shaking.

Pain and fear should be considerable in such a meagre way.

But she gets up.

He stood up and was hanging on to a big adult.

Blown up, still up, headed again.

Isabella is crying.

Still, I never gave up trying.

"... su, you have a great gut, that girl. The examiner is more confused."

"I'm proud of you, I'm a hard worker..."

As I say, I'm surprised, too.

My belly sister looked very dazzled to me.

Even if there is a difference in power.

No matter how tapped.

And even if you're given pain.

She is challenging a battle without winning.

(You're much stronger than me...)

Isabella was crying and running into the examiner.

When I realized it, naturally, "Hang in there," he muttered.

Eventually, the examiner, who was supposed to be intact, surrendered with a shoulder clasp.

That's how the proud girl won her own future.

"You're a fine kid. After all, I just couldn't use magic once."

A medical team is rushing over to the little girl.

Isabella seems to have faintly laughed and lost her mind.

"Congratulations, Isabella. And then... thanks"

…… Alt-kun, did you say anything?

"- No, anything. Come on, shall we go? My exam awaits."

That girl showed courage.

I'm sure that's something I don't have.

But what you can get if you wish.

I was taught from the outset not to give up trying far above.

In the first place, I'm that Abel apprentice.

I'm not going to scratch the magic I taught her.

It is good to worry about this after it has been settled.

Little girl taught me something important.

"- Let's just do it, let's try it...!

Like that girl, forward......!

Isabella Edit El Bailefeld immediately glanced at her in the infirmary.

That means that her opponent, the examiner, was also a good handler.

But the nurse in the infirmary who found out about it didn't talk about it, and she called out to her, "That's amazing," he said.

"... I got the courage."

Short.

Really short, Isabella spilled it that way.

What's behind her brain is a wake-up spill, given to her by A Boy.

How much power did you get for that wood-carved doll and the food in the plug?

That's why I don't fall.

She whines in her heart that she can't fall.

My determination and the 'hang-up' that gave me it was not going to teach anyone.

"... is he surprised...? That's amazing, ho, praise me... would you...?

Without knowing, Isabella's face was cordial.

She doesn't know.

That the object that I wish to be 'praised' was not my mother, not my father, and not my grandfather, but the appearance of a boy abhorred by humans all over the mansion, was the most floating.

And I don't even know Alto Crane Putt.

That her hard work was herself, etc.

The clumsy half-brothers and sisters supported each other's hearts in their strange places.