Life with my Little Sister

"Hold on."

"I won't let you get away with this!

As he broke through the passage of the mask and soon reached the open slope called the summit of the mountain, straw and little Mejeds came out.

It's like a formation of crane wings, semi-surrounding this one.

"Miuuuuuuuuuuu! Dear Mejeds, I have mud!

As Myangel pointed out, the Colobockles have mud balls in their hands and are in a position to throw them at any time.

Besides, be polite, under their feet is a bucket, and even an inventory of mountains and piled dough is available at the beginning and end.

One or two of these will soon be muddled.

"From here on out, it's Lady Mejed's fault -! Old blame. Back off!

"Yes, backwards, backwards!

High morale.

Is this the figure of the elites who have defeated the Lord of Kishkud many times before?

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!

Watercolor is totally freaking me out.

You won't be able to 'pretend to be one of us and let the boulders alarm you' in front of this daughter. I could cry.

So shall we keep the flag clear?

"It's okay, Mim. Because Kishkud's lord is your best man, and I'll get Mejed's statue back to you properly."

"Ugh... oh no..."

Ultimately, Watercolor regained only a little vitality, and Dear Petit Mejeds revealed their anger.

"I don't know how wonderful Master Mejed is, I don't know what he is!

"You can cry all over the place!

White gods who set up sassy mud dumplings.

Now that we've been sealed and besieged by magic, we have no hitter.

As it is, like the Lord of the predecessors Kishkud, I see no future but to defeat even the watercoloured house.

(I have no choice. Shall I say that by witchcraft, not by force, but by the appearance of a former and modern man, we pave the way by intelligence)

The rest of the backpack you want to remove from your back is a cookie.

"Dear Mejeds! If you throw mud dumplings, the cookies will spill and you won't be able to eat them!?"

"- Huh!?"

Zawah, and everyone pulled.

Not only the Mejeds, but also our families.

"It's a delicacy to have a delicious treat."

"Bye! Thank you very much!

"Already, Al! Not if you make the food crude!?"

"Ab...... Huh!

"Yay, I want cookies, Phew too! Phew, I like sweet! I love it though!

There's only one kid with a different direction.

Or did the princess have it earlier?

Whatever it is, there's nothing better than pushing through this' Operation Despicable 'for me, my family and cookies to stay out of the mud.

"Sa, saa! What are you going to do, Mejeds!?"

Even myself, I can see my voice rubbing up a bit.

The Colobockles are looking at each other.

"What do we do, what do we do? I'd be in trouble if the cookies were dirty!?"

"Talk to Peco Peco? Really?

"Uh-oh! Everyone's! Anyway, hike it up. Bye!

The Mejeds flee to the summit at first sight.

Watercolor is surprised to see that.

"Heh, brother, that's awesome! Even your mother can't break through here......!

Well, it would be the difference between 'kindness'......

Because normally, I guess the Holy Spirit is far stronger than I am. I guess you don't use despicable maneuvers, like me.

"Whatever, another breath."

There must be a final showdown ahead of us.

He broke through numerous vicious trials and finally reached the summit.

There, the Mejeds are in full swing.

There was a large pond nearby - a fountain from which the water sperms also peered into their faces.

Even nearer, there is a small temple in the countryside that seems to contain Mr. Jizo, who says' I made it hard ', among which is venerated the' statue of Mejed 'created by our sister.

(The tree that's about to fall - you're somewhat apart. Good)

I thought I would have the anxiety element that Watercolor warned me about, and I could see a few trees, but all of them were a little far apart, and it seemed to me that if I fell at this moment in borrowing, no one would get hurt. That's a little reassuring.

―― ――

"Yeah?"

The cookie over my head points to the tip of the tree.

There, until just now, I saw the rabbits our families adored.

I'm staring at this one over there, relaxed. Did they think you were playing?

(Well, I love you again after the settlement over here...)

The Mejeds are once again putting up mud dumplings.

In those eyes, there is an extraordinary determination - I feel like.

Now, Operation Cookie doesn't seem to work either.

Well, if we pull here, they lose the statue of God, too, so naturally.

(I wonder if the only one who's high is the chief pecker?

Only beneath her feet are plenty of mud dumplings arranged more than any other Mejed. That's all, I guess the intentions are awesome.

Meanwhile, Dear Mejed, some coloboccles are staring hot at this one with their suits off.

He was snuggling at me, Lucluc.

Don't say it in your voice, it's just your mouth puckering, and you're whining, "Stick around," but like the rabbit, I guess that's what it's been talking about since Keri came with it.

"You're here at last! You bee hitters!

I'm pointing out to you, fan club leader.

Then the water sperms, whose faces are coming out of the fountain, also come bishy, imitating.

"I'm pointing to people, that, that! Phew, Oka-san will piss me off!

My Angel, who is receiving more than my mother, is puffy and angry.

But Pekopeko ignores her sister's remarks and comes here awesome.

"It would be good if we went down to the great Mejed's military gate! Or your mouth will be jarring with mud!

"Phew, if I sand in my mouth, I'll be right back! That's what Mr. Oka-san said! When you play in the sandbox!

"Huh! There's no such thing as a water field here! There is only a fountain to protect the faithful Simobe of the White God. And you have no right to use this fountain. I mean, it's jarring all the time!

I thought water would be sorcery... but you were banned by placards...

Well, I have the rest of the water bottle, so I think I'll be able to do it soon.

Pekopeko looked down at Giroli and Watercolor.

"Dear Mime! Though you are the Lord of Kishkud, you could not beat Master Mejed once. Adult in this neighborhood, at all...? How about it!? Otherwise, Master Mime will be jarring!?"

"Huh... Huh!? Being hit with mud is troublesome...!

"Then go down to Master Mejed's military gate, dear man!

"Yes -! Fuck you, fuck you!

"Master Mejed looks better than Master Mime!

Watercolor who gets stood up and leans down.

He's a weak-minded kid, and you're not gonna give in -?

The arrowhead that thought so, the Holy Spirit of Kishkud, raised his face firmly.

"- This island is a land that my ancestors, long ago, have defended over the Divine Ages! I have a duty to inherit it it! Only about this island, no matter what, I will never give in......!

Whoa, that's a clear cut.

He's an island lord with all kinds of readiness to be this girl.

I'm not even going to let her lose more than I did originally, but I'm motivated to get this far, so why don't I give you my full support, too?

"Nice work, Master Mime! But you'll soon be jarring, and you'll surrender crying! - Guys, him! Now is the time to show your loyalty to Mejed all over the island!

Thus began the uproar on Kishkud Island, the last battle.