Life with my Little Sister

"Eh...... It may not lead to evidence. But with a little reaction, I might be able to take it. Is that what you're talking about, okay?

Sparkly vivid resolution or whatever, I can't do it without a retard. I have trouble being expected.

I got snorted at silently.

Everyone's gaze hurts.

Only Phee and her mother have their sparkling eyes pointed at her. Because these people are bi-perfect for overestimating me...

Hatcoz also said he was half-hearted.

Pooh is - No, Pooh is. I can't read it...

"Uh, Army Pu - Lady Frey..."

"There is no need to treat it like that. About me, it's good to call it off"

"Eh. Bye, in Frey.... Cohon. Frey's been pursued, hasn't he?

"That's right. But you know where I stand. If we can get into the mansion, it won't take much longer."

Over there, if you're going to do something about the witness, I guess you think there's nothing else you can do with the first move.

I mean, if you can hold it down, of course now.

"You're coming all the way out there to get me, so why don't you use that?

"I mean, am I supposed to be?"

The uniform looked unexpected.

But Grandpa shakes his head.

"No, no, no! It's out of the question to humiliate a child. In the first place, the reason you tried to catch the Viscount's son was cover-up, right? If they capture you, you won't be safe. It's too risky."

What my grandfather said, most of all.

But I think this is the only way to elicit a reaction.

"No! I want you to let me do it! If we pull back here, it's the name of my Viscount Bauman family."

"If you risk your life, use it where it matters more! You don't have to do this right now."

"No. It's the only time. If we don't act now, Menno may hide in the clouds."

"I'm telling you to think about your safety! Al! You, too, don't make such a lame suggestion! Wouldn't this guy just take risks!

Well, then, naturally, you're angry.

"I'm not just putting Frey in danger. I'm gonna follow you."

"What?"

My grandfather frowned.

"You think you're gonna get caught with me?

"No. Even with kids, if there's anyone else, there's a chance they won't show their hands. So it means I'll hide and watch you close by. If it's dangerous, I'll cover you with magic."

"Ahhh!? Hide nearby huh!? You think it's easy to do such convenient things, you are!?"

Yeah. I can't help but think it stinks.

But I guess, you know, you can do it.

"Eh. Grandpa. Grandpa, are you sensitive to signs?

"Well, I'm still a former adventurer, so it's a one-off"

"Well, from now on, I'll turn down the signs in front of you, okay?

"What?

I'll stay put and activate the magic.

Grandpa and Brev, then the look on your military uniform changed.

Stunning.

Meanwhile, I guess Sisty doesn't know what happened. I'm leaning my neck.

Pooh ko is - no, I knew it, Pooh, and I can't read what you think.

"Oh, you, what's going on...? I'm right in front of you and I don't feel anything...!?"

My grandfather touches this one, as if he even sees it in a ghost.

He just doesn't touch me, and Brev and his uniform have the same sentiment.

(Being aware of my changes means these three are sharp about the signs.)

As far as military uniforms go, "Spells without chanting...!?" is also whining.

"Al, you, are you sure you're there? What the hell did you do...!?"

Brev follows with ten hands.

Stop it because it hurts subtly.

"I just used a little witchcraft."

"No... is magic something you can do until this happens...!?"

When I'm too surprised, I'm a little tickled.

'Cause this is a failure.

Hidden sorcery used by the women of Lünelöp in the battle of the Ice Hole. It's that unfinished product.

What she used was visualization and silencing, deodorization. And the blockade of signs was one set.

Blah, if it's me now, that's, like, still unusable.

But if it's just part of the story, it's not the story.

I understand the procedure itself, so this kind of 'limited operation' is possible.

Especially since it's only recently available.

"Now later, if you cover your face with a mask or something, I wonder if it's hard to find out"

If you're just going to hide, you can cover yourself up with dark magic, but in some cases, you might show up and engage to help your uniform. Masks would be mandatory.

"Hmm? Mask......? Black mask......? Al knew ~... Mr. Bug...?

Ugh...!

Shit. Pooh kid suspected me.

"Yes, yes! Phew! Phew, I have a good idea!

My sister jumped a little as she waved.

And then he runs and leaves the living room. Wait a minute, he came back with a white cloth.

"This! Oh, I'll wear this!

"Yeah? This... isn't Master Mejed!

A suit that mimics an invisible God. The one I made.

Be polite, I have something for me and something for my sister.

"Maybe you brought it all the way from the house?

"Phew, I told Cyril to spread the word, Master Mejed!

Did you mean that statement?

Well, if you want to use it in secret, you shouldn't spread the word...

"Mmm......! Al, this outfit is good, what...!? This outfit is good...!

Told you twice!?

That Pooh boy's been eating up quite a bit.

He robbed Mejed of his suit from me, and he's shaking like a messenger.

Phee, on the other hand, is pleased that her favorite 'defeater' is praised.

"That, Master Mejed! Great God!

"Dirty...! Meh... Dear Do... Huh!

A sparkling star is dancing in his puffy eyes.

You liked it so much......

My grandfather scratches his head with gassi and asks me questions.

"I mean, what. Are you wearing that strange suit and going to be his escort?

"Yeah. Assuming anything happens, if you accidentally hit him with a water bullet in the eye and nose, I'm sure he'll turn around. In the meantime, I think we can get out of here."

Your uniform looked surprised at what I said.

"Can you use water system witchcraft as well as special witchcraft to break the signs...?

"Well, once."

When I nodded, Brev slapped Frey on the shoulder.

"Al, you're still a fourth-degree magician, right?

"Ha!? Class IV...!? Even Class IV...!? You're...!? Lying, just like me, aren't you a child yet...!

Well, you can't believe it, too, I know.

My mother hugged me in that uniform.

"Hehe hehe. My kids, are they geniuses? You can do anything! As a parent, I don't want you to be in danger, but Al will definitely help you."

"Phew, but, wow! He'll take care of you about Phew! Phew, I like it!

Sister fluttering with Doya's face.

However, the content of that statement has not much to do with reassuring them.

"Al."

Suddenly, my grandfather releases multiple coins.

I guessed the intent, fired a pussy ball-sized water bullet and intercepted all of it.

This would be a test.

If we can't handle this much surprise, we need to talk.

"Chi......! Don't let him hit you without taking a single shot off. I can't even complain about this, then. I praise you that boulders are my grandchildren."

Compared to Abel's training, that's about it.

Attacks also fly from behind and above, and in that person's case.

"What...!? No, so chanting is!? Mages need chanting, and I've never heard of being able to react instantly in this situation in the first place...!?"

Your uniform is amazing.

In my case, we shape attributes from the beginning at the root of magic, so there is no need for a conversion called chanting.

I mean, it's easier to use the raw magic as it is. I don't want people to know about it, so I won't tell you, and I won't use it.

"Phew, that was amazing! If I did, I wouldn't be stuck with Phew, I wouldn't be stuck with him!

How!?

Fee comes back to me and opens his hands, and now or now, he's waiting for me, but I can only hold him normally.

"Hehe...! Phew, I like it when you stick around!

The angel narrows his eyes and rubs his head against my chest plate.

Same old, sweetheart.

My grandfather exhaled with a flashing face as he was drained of poison by a series of streams.

"I don't have a choice... You're never gonna be able to...?

Military uniform to the words. She opened her eyes and rejoiced, coming before me, bowing her head.

"I need your help for this city."

"I'll take care of it! Phew, if there's a Mejed, it's absolutely invincible!

Earlier than I uttered the word, Myangel breasted confidently.

No way, sister, are you going to follow me?