Life with my Little Sister

Countless' spheres', covering their sights.

And still springing, four-legged beasts.

Menno apparently still had a spare for the 'Gate'.

It was a terrible force.

Moreover, they are not in disorder.

It's lined up and aligned with cuts.

There is an undisputed army.

Word is, this guy, he's just gonna have a fight with the country by himself.

And this didn't have to be enough power to make that spectacular word possible.

(Then no one will be able to get close...)

Like Mr. Fennel, who is still struggling in the distance.

Without being able to defeat them, the only way to survive is through Sekiyama.

"Kukukuku......! Before this power, no one! Yes! Spirit or elf, but there's nothing I can do!

The devil's laughter echoed in the night sky.

There's nothing I can do as soon as I'm down.

It was then that I noticed the anomaly.

Behind the laughing man, the beasts were dancing the universe.

That's like a paper blizzard that gets blown away with one exhale.

Or like a saint who broke the sea and walked.

"Army" cracks in plenty, far beyond, blows away.

In it comes a little shadow.

Tuba's wide tongue hat.

A cloak of pitch black, like blending into a dark night.

A luxurious elf with a long, slender sword at the waist, looks like an early teenager.

You can't be wrong with anyone else.

Dear, my master.

Bloodless, precious family.

"Abel......"

A well-known magician arrived.

"Hmm? What the hell...?

Menno looked back with his eyes as if he could even see something frigid.

Though countless Warcraft are kicked around like 'What's Not Here', there's no frightening appearance.

I guess that's the result of the absolute advantage that a giant 'meat mass' is enough to cover its sight.

"... Al"

And the human hater, Mr. Elf...

As usual.

As if they weren't there, such as Menno.

No answer to the question, no gaze.

He came to me in a straight line.

"... I'm hurt. The amount of magic is also significantly less."

"Meh, face, no..."

I didn't want to look too different, but it's my reality to say that my breath is constantly rolling to the ground.

Weak everywhere, only small beings.

Abel only looked at Fee and Pooh for a moment, and then again, looked at me inorganically.

Of course, 'it looks like it' is not the only thing that is inorganic in nature.

"... have you protected these two before your own?

"If you can protect me, I'd love to..."

Neither, because I didn't want you to get one injury.

"... the child who has no choice"

Abel gently stroked my hair.

"... have you run out of potions too?

"Oh, oh..."

Ugh, and the elf exhales.

"... Al didn't use it for himself either"

Apparently, you were expecting something like my behavior.

When Abel took the medicine bottle out of her tiny pouch, she started applying it to me.

It was a faceted effect.

The pain draws away with tremendous momentum, making it easier to breathe.

The real feeling of 'coming back to life' filled my whole body.

"Hey, Cora! Whoever's in front of you is asking!

A man screams.

A giant bear burst into the air as she responded, and flew off.

My head smashes like a pomegranate and its giant flies backwards.

As if even the shells fired out.

Many warcraft on the path died with them on the road.

Abel doesn't even look back.

Shut up and apply medicine to my body.

"Eh, Abel..."

"... now concentrate on recovery. If it leaves a scar, Lucica will grieve"

My mentor's gesture was very polite, and it was like treating even broken goods.

"In front of you...! Just an elf kid. Bye!? Who is it?!?"

Abel doesn't answer.

My arm, my back, keeps checking on the wounds.

"...... hmm. For one thing, this is okay. Probably won't leave a scratch. But let me check again later."

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Thanks."

"... n"

For some reason, I was stroked in the head.

"That, Abel"

"... hmm?

"I want you to see these two more than I do."

"... if those two have no problem. No loss of magic. Al protected it properly."

"Oh really...!? Good...!

In a different way, I lost my strength.

My mentor pinched my cheek like that.

"... Al is weak. So I've said many times that I can't do it. Yet this likeness"

"Ugh..."

"... I'll be angry with you later about that, and I'll punish you"

Stuffed cheeks don't hurt at all, but they remained faceless and only felt this guy angry.

"That's right! That's better than that, Mr. Fennel! I want you to help her!

"... n"

As Abel nodded, the heads of the bears that were surrounding her blew up in unison.

A horde of vicious warcraft collapses like a threaded puppet and snaps to the ground.

"... Fennel and Jantine should have been brought as escorts. It's a little bit of a problem to say that you haven't fulfilled that mandate."

"Yes, no...! That's all you got, and you don't have a choice, do you? You both did your very best!

…………

Oh, that?

Abel is looking at me with her jitsu eyes.

You look very upset, don't you?

"... Al, shelter those two?

No, I wouldn't be talking about shelter or anything like that.

"Don't call me Shikato. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Menno screamed.

Huge Meat shook his arm down, but he gets bounced back to see if he was inhibited by an invisible wall.

"Gu...... Gu! What the hell happened to this?!?"

Fist that is swung down several times.

However, the invisible walls do not loosen up.

It's as if you're watching a raging disaster over the monitor.

Here and there, it even felt disconnected.

"Answer me, little elf! What the hell is that?!?"

…………

Abel answered nothing, but moved her gaze slightly, as if to see even something annoying.

"... whoever is about to kill has no name"

"Kill me." Ku...... ugh! Kuhahahahahahahahahahaha! This one's good! This guy's good! You think a kid's elf is going to kill me if he can't defeat a high elf or a spirit?

"... at a time when we cannot discern the power of the relative, as a fighter, we are third class"

In a pale voice with no discouragement, there was just a 'shudder' floating around.

Perhaps there is no fine dust to incite.

roach axe-wielding obedient demon as if he thought he was a heartfelt, pathetic worm Kera.

"The one who can't spot the power is the one in front of you, you elf kid! What do you think you can do with these big fat people?"

"... ask the other way around. What are you going to be able to do with this degree of failure?

"You've made up your mind! Here's the thing!

Countless canons, released from the perimeter.

If I can only exercise my own magic, I will never be able to prevent it.

Countless rays of light, however, draw loose curves and disappear into the starry sky, as if slipping over a rail.

I don't even prevent it with demon walls.

I don't even feel dizzy.

The track had completely changed for what and how.

This means that even if we improve the power of Canon by any means, we do not want it to be effective.

(I've seen this...! It's a technique used by arch elves, such as Rhutiel, that did Phi's ancient style in the floating garden)

Are you sharing because you are sisters?

Or is it natural for a magician of the Divine Age to be able to do it?

Either way, it would be a magic trick that I can't use right now.

"Ku...... Huh! I'm confident in my defensive skills, so you're not kidding? But it's no use! No matter how well-guarded you are, you can't beat these guys... heh!

"... if you are serious, you have not even reached the stage of immaturity"

On Abel's tiny palm, a pebble appears.

Did you create it by witchcraft or pick it up from around there?

She plays it with her thumb.

It's like a 'finger' of dark organ technique.

The pebble, which was ejected at an unstoppable speed in his eyes, penetrated the body of a giant meat.

That flesh should melt what it touched, but it must have been too fast and pierced before it did.

A giant 'sphere' devoured of pebbles bumped his arms to bitterness and collapsed to the ground.

The body is discolored to purple.

It was the same situation when they destroyed the core and died.

"And in front of you Ye......! What the hell did you...!?"

"... crushed the core with stone. It's just that."

"Heh...!? Core!? There's no way, that's true! How do we find the core out of that giant?

The magically-sensitive Phee had been able to recognize the core of the 'meat mass'.

Then Abel couldn't have done it either.

(Phee's story was that the nucleus is moving inside, but from Abel's point of view, I guess the extent to which he shoots it out, there's no making...)

There was only a degree of recognition in Abel's eyes that crushed one feather worm.

He seemed to see the obedient demon, who boasted of the "to that extent" thing, as worthless.

"... a being made up of cores and ending with the destruction of cores, but without great defense, without magical evasion, and with dull movements. Nothing like this is worth a weapon."

It's like a full auto assault rifle.

Pebbles are scattered simultaneously.

That's all the giant 'spheres' that were proud of their beauty, buried in an instant.

Abel doesn't use all sorts of magic.

Just firing pebbles.

For a magician who lived in the Divine Age, even with this horde of monsters, it was nothing but a dozen tangled miscellaneous fish.

Even worth using, such as high-altitude spells.

"Oh, oh, oh...!

For the first time, the submissive had a look of despair and consternation.

He seemed to understand that the little elf in front of him was at a height that would never reach him.

"Hey, who are you, Yoo-hoo...!?"

"... I thought I said it. He who is about to kill has no name."

To the man's words, the mentor replied with an inorganic voice.