Life with my Little Sister

(I'm glad... I'm really glad your smile came back.....)

Lucan thought so from the bottom of his heart.

At the same time, imagine a colleague who is no longer in the world.

(Galeos... You were still a baby. I was worried about the fate of His Highness, but there was someone to support you.)

If he were alive, the old knight would have laughed at Alto Cranput like an arrow.

In that state, Pistolix tilted his neck.

"Lord Lucan. What's the matter with you?

"... no, it's nothing... Besides, what happened to the squall bastard? Your Majesty's apprenticeship exam, so I thought he was coming too?

"I heard you're a little late, but it's still late."

"... I can't help it. Let's go and have a look."

Lucan turns his back to the room where the Third Princess is.

Pistolix thought that Lukan's remarks were not worrying about his colleagues, but rather because he didn't want to show his face to Her Highness, but followed him without saying so.

The two Four Knights went out to the castle building.

That's when I found my last colleague in the distance.

"You squall bastard, you're in there. But it's weird. Where are you going?

"There's nothing beyond that, like a 'back road' in the royal castle, right?

The two nodded face to face and decided to disappear and follow.

It was behind a lonely building that arrived.

There are no important facilities around, and there are almost no surveillance perimeters because we have to break through the sentry's eyes elsewhere to get here. Such a vacuum zone.

There's Squaro and the other one.

(What the...? A sorcerer...?

A small figure is putting on the robe securely. I can't see inside.

Squaro seems to be talking to the person in the robe.

The appearance of a colleague in the distance is serious and gives a feeling of relaxation.

Soon Squaro took something from the shadow and walked out.

Apparently, the "intimate meeting" is over, and both of them leave in separate directions.

"... Lukan, what can I do for you?

"It's settled. Follow me. Pistolix, you chase the squall bastard. I'll find that strange magician."

"I understand."

The four swordsmen broke up again.

Lucan followed Robe's shadow more carefully.

(What...? Are you meeting someone again?

Love walks in the same direction behind a lonely building as this arrowhead.

What the hell are you going to do?

In the back of the building, far enough from the scene earlier, the robe stopped.

However, Lucan's expectations were off track.

There was no one else.

I don't seem to be doing anything.

(Someone's coming...?

With Lukan leaning his neck and lurking in the shade, the small figure turned around.

"Come on out. I know you followed me."

――

For a moment, Lucan drowned himself.

He was confident in his ability to track.

That's why I wondered if there was anyone else with me.

"Huh? The flourishing" Four Swordsmen of the Floor ", I wonder if I can't come out in horror?

Relaxed - but somewhere smiling.

A childish voice.

(Bastard, did you really notice me...?!

Lucan pulls out his sword and appears holding it.

More than 'lured me in', I stepped on a high chance of getting into battle.

I will not be alarmed at all.

"Oh, you finally got out? Careful or cowardly?"

"Who's in front of you...?

"I don't know... You're the one who followed me. In this case, I think the suspicious person is you....?

"... you can take off your hood. Let me see."

"Huh? I don't like that. I'm not interested in you. Why do I have to ask you a favor from someone I don't like?

While saying so, the shadow sparkles the dagger.

(Weapon...? Aren't you a magician...?

Lucan intensified his vigilance.

"Answer me, who are you and what were you doing here!?"

The figure seemed to have laughed.

In addition, I wonder if you will leave me alone, and this time I will answer your questions.

"I'm a 'hobbyist', and that's why I'm here. To be a little more specific, that's why I brought you here."

"Whoa....? You think you lured me into this calculation?

"Yeah, I was thinking of killing the Four Swordsmen of the Floor."

With the ease of deciding on tomorrow's schedule, the figure says.

Lucan narrowed his eyes sharply.

"--I killed them all, they're huge. But then why didn't you do anything to the squall bastard?

"I asked him for a job. I wonder if it's in the process of dying?

"What are you going to let him do? Why are you trying to kill us? No, in the first place... who the hell are you?

Lucan kicked the ground.

It's faster than when Alto Crane Put slashed it.

I was going to cut off my leg under one sword and then have my mouth slit.

However, the high-speed blow of the Four Swordsmen in the building is easily reversed.

Loeb's figure landed two minutes ago. The impact disengages the hood.

"You...."

Lucan stared at it.

It's "white".

"White" everywhere!

It was the figure of a "milky white" child with white hair on the top as if he had applied paint and skin as if he had been carved out of marble.

The squallows that Pistolix followed came to a less popular place, just like the arrow-headed "White Child."

Looking around with something in his arms, he seemed to be checking his luggage.

(What is that...? A magic tool...?

Pistolix, who was unconscious with magic, also realized that what his coworker had was about magic.

But I don't know what it is.

It was something he had never seen before.

But more simply.

I think what Squaro is trying to do in front of me is not a kind of 'good thing'.

(If it was "bad", it could be "slow after activation"....)

Pistolix stops looking and switches to asking questions directly.

Standing behind a colleague, ready to draw a sword at any time.

"--hah!?"

Squaro looks back immediately.

The Four Swordsman also had the power to realize that if we were to get close enough, even if we were to turn off the signs.

He shouted at his colleague who appeared on his back.

"Pi, pistolix...!

"... what are you doing here, Squaro?"

…………

Squaaro noticed in his colleague's eyes a light that said he would not let evil go.

Four swordsman's youngest pistolix knows that even elders and bosses don't pull when they don't.

I thought it must be a tough pursuit.

"Pi, pistolix"

"Yes"

"Don't ask me anything right now. We'll talk about it later....."

"Huh? Later.... here's what I'm gonna ask you. - What you're trying to do right now is to chest on His Majesty and His Highness?

"─ ─"

Squaro's eyes turned away unexpectedly.

Pistolix understands that it is involved in the dark behind.

At the same time, however, he leaned his neck in his chest.

(I don't know what Mr Squaro is trying to do, but I know it's not good. But then, why didn't Ehmont realize this before...?

He knows that the prophet has great abilities.

Yet today, there is no sign of one of the four swordsmen being alert to this behavior.

It's an important test day for His Highness Claudia.

(Is it because what Lord Squaro is trying to do is not so much as silence, or because it belongs to the "good thing" even when it's dark behind?)

Or.

Yes or no.

I wonder if 'something' is involved enough to twist the power of the Prophet.

Pistoleyx squeezes his fists tightly.

My arm hurt because of the sequelae of the poison.

At that moment, Squaro's expression began to cast a dark shadow.