Tilea’s Worries

Looks like your grandfather's passed out.

Hey, hey, I'll try to follow Grandpa lightly with my feet.

…………

Yeah, no response. Looks like it's just a corpse.

Well, let's just say there's nothing out of the way and let's get down to business. I turn to Tim.

"Tim, do you have anything to say?

"Man, no, there's no way he's that power man. Who the hell are you?

"You have no idea."

After all, it looks like we haven't reflected yet. I wanted Tim to regret his mistakes and forgive him if he was going to apologize. But Tim pretends to be Camilla, the character of the event.

Well, you don't even know what it's like not to want to apologize. I guess I feel strongly about being left alone and feeling lonely. But running away from reality by spreading Sino-2 disease only makes Tim's own life unhappy. That's why I'm in pain in my last life.

I can't help it. It's for Tim. I approached Tim as close as I could to sift the munchies of love.

"You're going to put me down next! But I'm not supposed to be a flashing Camilla."

Tim started casting something somewhat like a spell. And Tim's body is wrapped up in a magic formation.

"Tim? What are you--"

"Phew, it's my greatest depths. Be the star of the Magic Bullet! Super Demon Star Bullet (Starflyer)!"

"Become!? Magic!

Liar! Tim is using magic. It's like a magic bullet coming out of Tim's hand. It is also generating countless.

Wow. When did Tim get to imitate like this?

Surely magic can be used in this world. But not everyone can use it. Only selected people with magical qualities can use it.

Tim, you......

You have a magical talent too!

I'm just surprised today. Tim can use the abilities and magic of an actress while his legs are faster.

The Wang capital has a school of magic. If you enroll there and work hard, you might be able to get a job at the Royal Palace in the future. Tim you have so much talent......

Tim, please, take care of yourself - come on, isn't there some kind of Tim-generated magic bullet coming at me?

This is no good.

"Be a piece of meat!

"Oh, pain, stay, stay! Hey, Tim, it hurts."

As expected, the magic bullet released from Tim's hand hit me. I don't have time to breathe. If a magic bullet is fired from Tim's hand, it hits me.

Ugh, every time I hit my skin, I started to tingle.

Somehow Tim is now... yes, the image of a child shooting a BB bullet with a model gun.

... I see this is why Tim's Nakaji disease was progressing more than expected. Magic is a kind of status. It is easy to assume that you are special. Because the only person who can use magic in my town of Berga is Mr. Biseph, a former adventurer who is the town's chief of security.

Besides, maybe Tim must have been practicing magic uninhabited. And the magic of this release system is now available. Probably early magic, but I learned it by myself without anyone telling me.

That's amazing! I guess you wanted someone to compliment you. Especially if you wanted me, your sister, to see it.

But I was obsessed with cooking and I couldn't help Tim. And that grandpa (Nielsen) saw me lonely and using magic, and he said, "How can you use magic? And cute! I'm sure it must be Master Camilla, the Lord I seek. Camilla Tampero" or something.

Needless to say after that. I guess I lifted up the words masterfully and let Tim develop a medium two disease.

Damn, that pervert! I'm not even your grandfather anymore. It's just a pervert. I'm getting angry again. Let's get another shot in here!

No, I have something to do before I do. It's Tim's.

Now Tim is in a situation similar to the one where a child bought a model gun. Normally, parents teach their kids that if they buy them a model gun, they shouldn't shoot at people. It's natural to teach the rules. My sister, I must teach her.

That magic shouldn't shoot at people!

"No more, Tim, no more!

Running through the barrage forces Tim to strangle his wings. And lifted Tim's bum as it was. Yes, it is the promised butterfly pencil posture.

What are you going to do to me? Let go! Ugh, I can't move!? "

"Tim, don't be a bad boy."

I wave with the boom and show Tim the bare gesture of slapping his butt.

"Physical attacks don't make sense to me. There's a magic barrier in my body.

I slapped Tim on the butt with or without it. Tim raises his anguished voice. Unexpectedly I'm going to stop the smell, but there's no ex or child to spoil here.

"Tim, reflect."

"Ha, ha, ha, silly! My magic barrier lightly - and with such enormous magic."

Tim, are you still kidding me? Sounds like you don't have enough flavor.

Slap more buttocks.

But Tim doesn't reflect by saying "I" or "I'm the pride of a demon general".

I have no choice. Beat even more.

Every time Tim said a word without reflection, he slapped his bum. I hear Tim groaning whenever Bassi and I make noises. Tim's buttocks are getting red, too.

Ugh, it's still hard. I don't want to see my beloved sister suffer. But shiatsu is important. I'm going to keep Tim from getting hurt, but I'm going to keep tapping him with exquisite force to reflect.

"Guha, ha ha! Ha, ha, and die."

"Want another shot?

"Ugh, uh-oh, my bad. Don't do this anymore!

At last Tim cried out. There are still a few cases of secondary illness, but it seems you have reflected on them. Watching Tim crying breaks my heart.

Tim, I'm sorry.

Even though it was necessary, I slapped my beloved sister. I'm hard on myself. Yeah, that's it for scolding. Tim reflected on me, too, and I need to reassure you.

"Tim."

I speak as gently as I can.

"Ugh... Kill him! I won't expose my life to such humiliation!

Tim has stared at me in desperate shape.

What humiliation, Tim?

- Right! I'm sure Tim is embarrassed. You must be concerned that I raised my hand to my sister, giving you the middle two diseases. I also wanted to die when my parents noticed me in my previous life. I've always cared for my actions as a disgrace. I guess Tim feels that way now, too.

- All right, let's tell Tim about my past life here. I wasn't going to tell anyone about my past life. I didn't like the thought of you as a crazy guy. But I have to tell you. In my last life, Tim would empathize with me and understand if I told him that I had raised my hand to my family.

Tim is no shame at all compared to me.

And I'll tell him how much I care about Tim and reassure him.

Tim, listen to me.

"Hey, what..."

I stare at Tim with a serious look.

And I confessed that I was acting really painfully as an evil god Darkmater because I wouldn't know what it means to be a reincarnator, to be born in a country called Japan in a previous life, to have had Sino-2 disease in a previous life. And at the end of the day, I was hit by a truck and I left the world...

... Say it and snap. It's what you call your own black history.

Did Tim know what I meant?

"Well, that's what happened - oh my God!

Yeah, it sounds shocking, but you don't seem to believe me.

"Tim, you may be weak right now. But you're gonna be strong, you can be! Fate chose to reincarnate you as your sister. I'll keep an eye on you."

"Wow, I..."

"It's always nice to meet you."

I hug Tim just to make up.

And Tim, who was hugged by me, looked up,

"Yes, as the evil gods say..."

Tim said to show his intoxicated face.

Ho, ho?

Apparently, my troubles continue.