Life with my Little Sister

'I wish this were the case', I think, is not an emotion that applies only to a separate and tangible wish.

Like an extraordinary fantasy of a child, for example, or just an idea.

One day it comes to mind, and somehow I forget.

However, if that is about the profession, it would seem to be a nearer profitable fantasy.

I hope, for example, that those who work outdoors do not depend on the weather and temperatures.

May those working in the transport industry wish that the luggage truck did not shake and weigh no more.

In the case of this subordinate, Menno, it was a fantasy about the operation of the monster.

(If you increase the number of Warcraft you can manipulate, you can solve many problems...)

That was not a simple matter of quantity.

The submissive demon is also, in other words, a creature.

Eat meals for granted.

Where and how do you procure this food?

Demons are many who are large in body or powerful.

I ate a lot for that.

Monsters that require more food than humans are not uncommon.

Just as the Golem Master always needed Golem material, the obedience stuck with the problem of 'keeping creatures'.

Tamer has interactions with Tamer.

If you told others that you could follow a large warcraft, the average person would say, "Wow," or "Are you strong?," or just intrigued thoughts.

But in the case of Tamer's conversation with each other, he said, "How did you get the food and the money?," or, "Where do you put your bunk?," etc., returns real-world questions.

That was a problem that happens because every Tamer is rotten in getting food and other things.

Individuals who eat only fresh raw meat.

Individuals whose specific plants are essential for sustaining life.

Or individuals who always need demonic stones to maintain their body temperature.

Even if he says he's strong and helpful, can you keep him in good condition?

Or can it be profitable enough to match the money spent?

And as many people had their own troubles, so did the devil have a common abode for the devil.

"It's not just about the amount of magic..."

One day, Menno shrugged like that.

The number of Warcraft Tamer can manipulate is almost single-digit.

That, too, is mostly the first half of a single digit.

More than that, it doesn't have magic.

Some Tamers were killed by their own submissive demons who lacked magic and fell by force or lost control and went on a rampage.

So all the world thinks of the number of warcraft and the amount of magic.

That's not wrong.

I'm not mistaken...

The reality was that 'gold is needed more than magic'.

What an instant thing and no romance, but it was the reality of the submissive demons to say that neither the Lord nor the submissive could live with romance alone.

"For example, if I had the power to manipulate a number of submissive demons..."

Even though I know I can't pry, Menno has to fantasize about it.

"The first thing to hire is a warcraft that is easy to raise, omnivorous, and prolific to increase"

And to some extent a smart, dominant species.

As the Adventurers work together to take over the enemies on each side, a crowd with the best methods of collective warfare will surely defeat the mighty enemies of character as well.

Menno had war experience.

That's why I know the strength of a well-lined army.

If you can manipulate a multitude of Warcraft, it will be the same as having an army at your disposal.

You should be able to operate more than just 'more heads'.

(And food too -)

Leading the herd is also feeding the herd.

How do you procure large quantities of bait?

The answer is also Tame.

Outside the city, there are as many demons as there are. Eat them.

And don't just feed them.

Those who should feed, and those who feed, are equally in charge.

Lead them into contention and link them to combat training.

I don't need a bigoted guy.

Just the omnivorous guy.

Just because you're a warcraft doesn't mean you eat anything, and there are a limited number of monsters you can feed on.

Besides, I even like it or not.

The hunted side is also the hunted side, and if you know it's unfavourable, you run away, and you don't set it up for the strong or the herd in the first place.

But if Tame can do both, the problem will be solved.

Everything will be in order and discrepancies will be possible.

(If only I had tons of magic, I could try everything)

Interpretation is an unexpected dream.

Making a little money in your spare time is more meaningful than dreaming of something that won't come true.

But Menno thinks like that.

It's about being a Tamer and...

"If I had the strength, I could remind them..."

Even if it was distorted, it was caused by being a revenger.

"If your dreams come true..."

Menno takes out a single baton (tact).

It was an ordination for the submissive and also a rod for the full exercise of witchcraft.

"Now I have to do what I deserve...!

In front of you, Elf woman.

A woman who can crush one of the cities while still fighting unharmed.

Even if you seal the use of the elf's superior sorcery, you will continue to prune the lives of countless warcraft with single-horse force.

Normally, it's a lot of sacrifice, and it's ridiculously hard to fight.

(But I'm betting on all of mine at this festival!

A man waves tact.

The Warcraft moved visibly better to the point where even the line up to earlier seemed like a toy.

It's as if the piecemeal performances got the conductor and wrapped up in one.

"... this is the army of obedient demons dedicated to command!

Neither does Yantine distract you from anything.

Perhaps a single alarm will determine victory or defeat.

Different speed.

Collaboration is different.

He waves the spear, and the holes that have been ripped open become clogged, and from all directions, the Warcraft pushes him like a tsunami.

"You're like one creature!

The army commanded by a man surpasses that of man in a way.

Because there is no fear.

Because I don't care about wear and tear.

It was not a move that cared about emotion or damage, saying, "If you do it this far, you will pull it off" or "Because you have done it so far, you will flatter it".

Similar to fanatics who are convinced that dying will lead to salvation.

They come after each and every one of the murdered, all about eating up.

"Whoa, whoa. How do we keep the simultaneous attacks from up, down, left and right intact? Damn, it's soggy, I hit a hell of a bucket. If you're just bragging about your arms, you've killed them a thousand times, haven't you?

"If you don't think you can win, surrender. Now you can forgive me for cutting off my limbs."

"You're a noisy woman. I refuse. Because mine is strong!

From left to right, Warbears rush in.

The beasts jump from front to back to match it.

"Do you want to hoist? With that slender arm?

Menno's command was top notch.

The timing of the call at the same time is at first glance the same as earlier.

No. Should I say earlier?

Let us remember when we were going to fly, and there was a slight difference in time.

If you were dealing with the rhythm of your body alone, no doubt, it would have ended here.

But she is a warrior of war.

More than the rhythm of "This Moment Now," the feeling drilled over hundreds of years makes its slightest madness an object as well.

(If there is a time difference! That means we can destroy each and every one!

Had there been a warrior who could have followed the spear's movements with his eyes, he would have praised Jantine's body from the bottom of his heart.

At the best time there was no more, he slammed a continuous blow of the counter into the bodies of the Warcraft.

Fast.

Just fast.

If there were ordinary bystanders, they would have moved inexplicably at the moment of their encirclement, and the demons would have seemed dead in unison.

"It can't be. Warbear's body can't be hurt by iron. Made specially or the spear is"

"If you want to pay the price, you can tell me where the spear came from, okay?

"I don't want it, I don't want it. If you know you have a special spear in front of you and have the skill to use it, that's enough."

The man who lost two Warbears in a flash is still laughing invincibly.

As if I didn't spare that degree.

"It's not like we're spared, is it? To kill people, to destroy things, a guy with power, if he's here, it's convenient, right?

"Then call for backup."

"Oops. This way, you're an obedient demon. 'Cause you can't use your hammering power against someone who defeats Warbear, can you? It just reduces the number in vain. You can call the devil if you want, because you can't break the gate."

Wave tact while tapping lightly.

To those who emerged from behind it, Jantine, for the first time, held a strong vigilance.

"... what's coming?

"A relic of the past. Do you have the honor? This guy is a bakery magician who refrains from the king's capital. It's a trump card for breaking through that Rünelloop."

The blue and white light above the formation blinked, and someone appeared.