Tilea’s Worries

Tim slapped me. I raised my hand to my sister. Put it on the play of the Demon General, and you'll be hungry for what you just scolded. Again, after two sicknesses, it doesn't do a lot of things.

I remember you too. I've raised my hands to my parents in my last life when I had two diseases. He threw things at his parents who were loud and worried about the future, and rammed around. At the end of the quote, "My name is Darkmatter the Evil God. Future? Job? Nothing makes sense before the world crisis. It's all stupid!" He threw up a throwaway dialogue and kept hissing into the room.

My parents couldn't do anything to me like that, they just had sad eyes...

I don't want Tim to think that. I swore I would take care of my family this time. I guess Tim is in rebellion right now. I've been helping Tim with all the shops this year. I couldn't help but enjoy the shop and the food, so I thought Tim would stick with me.

... right?

Tim is only old enough to want to play with his kids. I'm passionate about cooking and I haven't been able to play with Tim much lately. Tim must have gotten lonely and stuck with a gathering like this.

Tim, I'm sorry.

- But there are good and bad things to do. Play late at night and raise your hand to your family when you are scolded. As my sister, I need to put on a bullet for Tim's future.

Let's ghost our hearts here!

In the previous life, the necessity of corporal punishment has frightened the public. I think it's important if there's love there. I want Tim to be good. So now I sift the munchies of love, even if they resent me - wait a minute. I have many eyes around me. Doing that in such a crowd is counterproductive. Rather, it may rebound and atrophy. Don't scold me in public. I often say it.

What's the matter......

Troubled with the way I followed him,

"Camilla, I leave that human disposition to you. Everybody, let's go!

Suddenly, that's what the armored man said to get everyone out of the cave.

Oh, that's Mr. Armored Man. Not the man who can!

He didn't break the air of the event and left me and Tim alone in such a way as to "discuss it with my family later". You can't call me without "Mr." anymore.

When I gave my thanks to the armored man who was leaving, I confronted him to make Tim look good.

- Mmm!?

One still remains. The man was standing next to Tim as the people around him went out in a glimpse.

How old are you, like, 60?

The hair is romance grey, long and stylish with a mustache. There was a man in there like in a Hollywood movie with a crest down his chest and a suit on. It feels like a dandy old gentleman.

... Why are you staying? The armored man distracted me because of this, but it's ruined. The others went outside knowing the truth.

Grandpa, read the air!

"Dear Camilla, I'll take care of this place"

With that said, Grandpa moves forward to shelter Tim, and he holds his fist against me.

What's that?

You're gonna be in combat mode?

I'm gonna stare at you with an even more invincible face, and what the hell is that?

"Nielzen, you don't have to leave. He took my life."

"No, Master Camilla has just been awakened. You won't have all the help either. This is my job as Kingsguard Captain."

"Um... I need to talk to Tim..."

"Humans, you have insulted Lady Camilla. Let them atone with death!

"- I'm gonna ask you one last time, are you serious?

You know this is an event, right? I've been staring at the guns for a while now and I'm not half killer......

"You think you're serious? Pfft, it's an honor. that my ultimate depths will be seen!

"Ultimate Righteousness, no way -"

Grandpa seems to hold his fist and be in a thoughtless mood. The body is pulling shivering and is about to run out of blood vessels.

"Deep Righteous, Superdemon Blast (Bomber Fire)!"

I had a bad feeling.

Ho, I'm serious...... I'm really ready to be Camilla's man, and I'm going to take your armored man's word for it as it is.

This guy's got a serious mesothelioma.

"Whoa! He's not dead!

Grandpa advances as he roars and sticks his fist out at my head. My fist hits my side of the head.

"No!"

This guy's really been beating me up. Grandpa hits me in the spill. That fist pokes up my jaw precisely and gets slammed into my belly.

Isn't this guy crazy? Assuming I'm a woman! This guy won't hesitate to hit me with that. Think normally. It's a crime of injury, and it's socially out.

Shit, I'm scared. At first I was surprised because I had hit him with a roar.

But... he's weak. Too weak.

I don't know what to say, fists themselves don't have much power.

I don't know...... yes elementary school kids cry and slap me around like that. It's too surreal for a good old grandfather to slap a girl around desperately. I guess I've never been in a position where I can't tell this painful behavior, medium dichotomy line, or play. Definitely. My grandfather is an old Nettle in this world.

- All right, this is a good opportunity to show Tim the reality. I'll show you how bad a person can be if you stir up Sickness II. It's easy to pretend, but I decided to be attacked without my grandfather.

"Huh - blame, ha, take!

Raising the roar of temper, Grandpa continues to punch his fist in.

Look, Tim, look. Take this unfortunate grandfather. This is what happens when big adults turn away from reality without even working and keep immersing themselves in fantasies!

... would Tim have understood?

Looking at Tim, he looked anxiously at Grandpa. Those eyes also look worried about Grandpa.

Why? Why are you worried about a dangerous grandfather attacking a girl like this?

- Right! I'm sure it's this grandfather's fault that Tim got medium two illnesses. Lady Camilla, I felt admired for being told Lady Camilla. And more and more, I was caught in that rusty heart, and I caught a sickness inside me!

Oh, it can be......

With that in mind, it seems to me that even Grandpa, who looks dangerous attacking a girl, may seem like a knight to Tim who protects himself from the enemy.

Damn! Tim's middle two disease seems to be progressing better than I expected.

Ah ~ Think about it, don't get angry with this grandpa. He's the one who dragged Tim into the middle two paths. Besides, I don't like it. Grandpa still keeps hitting me, even though he's disturbed his breath. Though he's been beaten, I was wondering how to sift violence on others, but it's the limit.

"This, come on! Two bastards inside!

I've been hitting him. Grabbing Grandpa's hand punches him straight in the back. My grandfather was pushed away by me and out of balance. Grandpa's body is empty.

Chance!

I approach my grandfather's chest with a dash and slap him in the fist.

"Sanction! Sanction! Sanctions!"

Straight punches were cleaned hitting Grandpa's face, jaw and dovetail with boxing instructions.

"Guha, ha, ha! Ha, ha - what a fast and heavy fist... this, it kills me"

Eating my fist, Grandpa fell into the spot with a bat.

The line about falling is also about inside two.

They're going to kill me...

He said he didn't put that much effort into it!

Well, I guess my grandfather wasn't expecting it either. I guess I thought there was no way I could lose a fight to such a little girl. But the inquisitor doesn't wholesale it. Still, I'm a cook, always sifting pots in cooking. If Nettle's weak grandfather is around, he can defeat him at his leisure.