Life with my Little Sister
My name is Frey.
Frey Melle El Baumann.
He is the eldest son of the flourishing Viscount Bauman family.
Today was a special day of great significance to me.
I met some very strange siblings.
That was so unfortunate, a boy with a tedious atmosphere and a naive girl.
It must have been a complete coincidence to get to know them, but it must have been a lucky encounter.
Alto crane put.
Especially since he had the ability to cloud even anomalies.
I have a slightly special physique.
It means you can feel the magic trigger.
For generations, for my Viscount Baumann family, who is responsible for one wing of Cyril's defense, this innate physique must be something useful.
… If you speak only of personal untraining, you will want to continue with Heroit for as long as possible, but you will not be able to speak to me like that.
Because those born into nobility are responsible for life itself.
I missed the point.
Alto crane put.
He was shopping in the street, and he was able to exercise the magic of the wind.
Without it, without chanting.
I don't believe it.
Chanting is the very task of shaping magic.
Everyone would be surprised if the ingredients turned into dishes without even cooking. But he's going to be able to do it.
Alto Crane Putt was the grandson of that Mr. Shark, waving his spicy arms as an Alliance executive.
On that edge, I was able to continue with the Knobless Obligation, which is called the Menno Tracking.
I believe that I can immerse myself in the taste of being a hero because I am a nobleman. Therefore, the duty to protect the people and protect the city must be fulfilled.
But these crane put brothers and sisters. Thanks, it looks a little different.
He said he would carry a Phantom costume like Mejed's and do my tracking in that disguise.
I wonder if it would be better with a normal mask, but both refused to do so. I don't understand.
Running to a rare hobby is, by and large, noble and not supposed to be civilian...
Either way, I was abducted on schedule, following the path devised by Mr. Shark.
But it was a terrible trick. In an instant, he was blindfolded and monkey-guffed and packed in a hemp bag.
If I were alone, I'd be frightened.
In some cases, let's also assume that we escape. I had such a thin, sweet idea.
But they were professionals.
If it was solitary action, it must have ended 'here'. I should say I was really lucky to meet the Crane Puts first.
The kidnapped act ahead is almost adrift.
I gave priority to eliciting information, and Alto Crampot promised to protect me from that.
But it's up to them how they fall. I just have to leave myself to the flow.
One or two of the violence, naturally, was ready.
For the convenience of Heroit, it is difficult to leave a wound on his face, but it is first and foremost to discharge his duties as a nobleman. I can't cry.
But I'm going to be surprised here.
The moment the man's unleashed kick hit, I felt the exercise of witchcraft.
Then, the dust doesn't strike the pain either.
faint, only shock echoes in the belly. I didn't know what was going on.
The inexplicable thing is that the men can't see the upset.
I guess that means they say I'm not aware that I've been 'protected'.
I have no idea what you're doing.
Eventually I succeeded in drawing from them the connection with the Viscount Denen family.
We can't capture the innocent, but if you're suspicious, we don't talk about it. If you tell my father, he will definitely move.
The thieves spoke of torture against me.
It is a declaration that it shifts its actions to harsh violence.
To be honest, I was afraid.
But what I heard was the voices of the people who were blown away and groaned.
I don't even need to think about who helped me.
"... I knew you were here, but I'm so glad you came"
When I said so, the tie was untied instead of the reply, freeing my body and my vision.
The number of enemies, including those who are falling, is five.
"So, are you okay...? There seems to be a lot of them..."
Even though you can exercise magic without chanting, can you deal with a skilled man with a blade and stay safe?
Even magic, I don't know how much remains.
In my defense, he should have used magic many times.
But I soon find out that it was a matter of concern.
He was overwhelming.
I deal with a bunch of weapons, and I don't hang them on my teeth either.
What is a sorcerer? Is it something that has the ability to fight this much?
No, that's impossible.
Apart from Menno, who was attacked by His Royal Highness the First Prince and fled after killing a Kingsguard, how many magicians in Cyril would have all this skill?
Isn't it like the elite of the king's capital!
And surprisingly, he still seemed to have some leeway.
With this, I thought, with some reinforcement, there was no doubt that the victory would fall into the hands of Alto Crane Putt.
But I doubted my eyes.
There was that gash among their reinforcements.
"but gash......!
To my scream, the man laughed niggardly.
The thieves, too, are convinced of victory.
Having just seen the overwhelming combat ability of a Phantom like Mejed in front of them, they didn't even seem to think that this giant warrior would be defeated.
That would be so.
This gash is a known mercenary.
I can't use magic, but its overwhelming physical abilities have made me famous.
He is also said to have torn the mouth of a big pig with his bare hands.
To see their optimistic attitude, I guess the rumors were true or close to it.
"Hehe......! creepy front je......! Get ready!
"If you're Mr. Gash, you're faster than the braces in front of you are fired, and you're blushing that body!
"Even though you're not well..."
The surrounding people are getting back on track and gaining momentum.
Gash turned to Alto Crane Putt.
"I'll ask you before I slash you. Who the hell are you? I guess you have enough intelligence to talk about it, huh? I don't think it's a warcraft. You don't mean human, do you? That size. Then you're gonna be a kid."
"I ha god... Bad Shiki man ni, get the court kick down sushi man deal......!
"Ha...! Then I'm a god killer.... Nah!
Moment after moment, Gash's hand looked brilliant.
Cut, and there's something stabbing at the wall.
Too fast, I couldn't even move.
In the moment now, they threw multiple swords.
I don't believe it.
It's a sword, not a knife.
I didn't know you could shoot something like that out faster than a knife.
"Hmm. Whew......! Give me that...! Do it! But otherwise, it's not funny..."
Alto Crane Putt stands unharmed.
This one is hard to believe, and it seems to have made the current attack. The standing position has changed slightly.
But I can afford the look on Gash's face.
The throw now seemed like it was really meant to be a small hand check.
I'm not kidding.
A sword stabbed at a wall is not the power to penetrate the human body if you do poorly.
Even with multiple opponents, you must have defeated them in the moment.
"But with your current movements, I've cut off your approximate motor skills. In the next blow, your body will be amputated. Can I bet you something?
Shiatsu.
I didn't expect you to use the small hand checks to gauge his physical abilities!
Having the strength of a lion and the wit of a fox is said to be the ideal of a warrior, but this big man may be combining it.
And Alto Crane put...
"N...?
Little Mejed in his arm pulled his clothes when he was weak and seemed to be listening.
"Souka...... O belly ga reducta noca. Shawsi to be tekle...... Sugni Pieced K......"
I didn't even look at Gash.
I'm obsessed with my own sister's mood.
(What a cheap provocation! Or do you have any secrets...!?)
Gash was... laughing.
"Kuku...... ugh! You're going to spare me and do something in the meantime, but you're not going to, are you? You're done!
The moment I said it, it looked like the gash had disappeared.
No, I was packing the distance between moments, swinging my sword out.
- But.
"Hey what...! What the hell is this?!?"
His body, as if it were a feather trapped in a spider's nest, was fixed in the air.
All I could tell was that Alto Crane Putt seemed to have exercised his magic.
"but Mr. Gash...... ugh!?"
The surrounding people are afraid.
In the meantime, he manipulates magic.
"Uh-oh! What the heck?!?"
"Ugh, I can't move, hey, hey, hey, hey!?"
What I saw there was water.
Soothing, viscous water in the air at all costs.
(It's like, it's slime-!)
A slimy wall of water surrounded one side of this room.
Extend your fingers and touch them.
Very soft and glossy.
Wouldn't it make sense if you were wrapped up in something like this, neither slaughter nor force!?
Can't they breathe? They were desperate.
But there's no way I can rip this water off...
One, and another, their bodies, lose their power.
Looks like he passed out.
"... blackrope"
Little sorcerer, squeaks so.
Slime vanished, and a black rope changed, glue-wrapping the men.
Incredibly, in an instant, he decided to fight.
"This was such a hidden ball...!
Because the men let go of consciousness, he seems to have unlocked his weird voice and disguise.
"Even though I was a warrior, I was a little wary because of the possibility of using unknown demonic props. Apparently, it was just a physical attack, so I just took him into custody."
"Just physics...... The speed of the gash is like catching up with your eyes."
"No. The brown handsome guy who fought during the fifth grade exam was a few steps faster. I was wondering if I could figure this out."
"Or brown......?
Alto Crane Putt, apparently, was coming with the fruit of Rockall, giving it to his sister.
You don't seem to have much in your ear, such as my words.
"No......! If you do that, it's a gash!? You're so strong to defeat him...!?"
"Strong...? Me?"
In self-derision, he laughed.
What was there was not humility or blindfolding, but as if it was being sarcastic and scratched.
I didn't know why, and I was flabbergasted.
Chapter 234: 234 Episode 231: The Battle of Master Mejed
Frey Melle El Baumann.
He is the eldest son of the flourishing Viscount Bauman family.
Today was a special day of great significance to me.
I met some very strange siblings.
That was so unfortunate, a boy with a tedious atmosphere and a naive girl.
It must have been a complete coincidence to get to know them, but it must have been a lucky encounter.
Alto crane put.
Especially since he had the ability to cloud even anomalies.
I have a slightly special physique.
It means you can feel the magic trigger.
For generations, for my Viscount Baumann family, who is responsible for one wing of Cyril's defense, this innate physique must be something useful.
… If you speak only of personal untraining, you will want to continue with Heroit for as long as possible, but you will not be able to speak to me like that.
Because those born into nobility are responsible for life itself.
I missed the point.
Alto crane put.
He was shopping in the street, and he was able to exercise the magic of the wind.
Without it, without chanting.
I don't believe it.
Chanting is the very task of shaping magic.
Alto Crane Putt was the grandson of that Mr. Shark, waving his spicy arms as an Alliance executive.
On that edge, I was able to continue with the Knobless Obligation, which is called the Menno Tracking.
I believe that I can immerse myself in the taste of being a hero because I am a nobleman. Therefore, the duty to protect the people and protect the city must be fulfilled.
But these crane put brothers and sisters. Thanks, it looks a little different.
He said he would carry a Phantom costume like Mejed's and do my tracking in that disguise.
I wonder if it would be better with a normal mask, but both refused to do so. I don't understand.
Running to a rare hobby is, by and large, noble and not supposed to be civilian...
Either way, I was abducted on schedule, following the path devised by Mr. Shark.
But it was a terrible trick. In an instant, he was blindfolded and monkey-guffed and packed in a hemp bag.
If I were alone, I'd be frightened.
In some cases, let's also assume that we escape. I had such a thin, sweet idea.
But they were professionals.
If it was solitary action, it must have ended 'here'. I should say I was really lucky to meet the Crane Puts first.
The kidnapped act ahead is almost adrift.
I gave priority to eliciting information, and Alto Crampot promised to protect me from that.
But it's up to them how they fall. I just have to leave myself to the flow.
One or two of the violence, naturally, was ready.
For the convenience of Heroit, it is difficult to leave a wound on his face, but it is first and foremost to discharge his duties as a nobleman. I can't cry.
But I'm going to be surprised here.
Then, the dust doesn't strike the pain either.
faint, only shock echoes in the belly. I didn't know what was going on.
The inexplicable thing is that the men can't see the upset.
I guess that means they say I'm not aware that I've been 'protected'.
I have no idea what you're doing.
Eventually I succeeded in drawing from them the connection with the Viscount Denen family.
We can't capture the innocent, but if you're suspicious, we don't talk about it. If you tell my father, he will definitely move.
The thieves spoke of torture against me.
It is a declaration that it shifts its actions to harsh violence.
To be honest, I was afraid.
But what I heard was the voices of the people who were blown away and groaned.
I don't even need to think about who helped me.
"... I knew you were here, but I'm so glad you came"
When I said so, the tie was untied instead of the reply, freeing my body and my vision.
The number of enemies, including those who are falling, is five.
"So, are you okay...? There seems to be a lot of them..."
Even though you can exercise magic without chanting, can you deal with a skilled man with a blade and stay safe?
Even magic, I don't know how much remains.
In my defense, he should have used magic many times.
He was overwhelming.
I deal with a bunch of weapons, and I don't hang them on my teeth either.
What is a sorcerer? Is it something that has the ability to fight this much?
No, that's impossible.
Apart from Menno, who was attacked by His Royal Highness the First Prince and fled after killing a Kingsguard, how many magicians in Cyril would have all this skill?
Isn't it like the elite of the king's capital!
And surprisingly, he still seemed to have some leeway.
With this, I thought, with some reinforcement, there was no doubt that the victory would fall into the hands of Alto Crane Putt.
But I doubted my eyes.
There was that gash among their reinforcements.
"but gash......!
To my scream, the man laughed niggardly.
The thieves, too, are convinced of victory.
Having just seen the overwhelming combat ability of a Phantom like Mejed in front of them, they didn't even seem to think that this giant warrior would be defeated.
That would be so.
This gash is a known mercenary.
I can't use magic, but its overwhelming physical abilities have made me famous.
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From what I hear, Gash calls a heavily armed knight with a great shield a great sword with every shield and armor.He is also said to have torn the mouth of a big pig with his bare hands.
"Hehe......! creepy front je......! Get ready!
"If you're Mr. Gash, you're faster than the braces in front of you are fired, and you're blushing that body!
"Even though you're not well..."
The surrounding people are getting back on track and gaining momentum.
Gash turned to Alto Crane Putt.
"I'll ask you before I slash you. Who the hell are you? I guess you have enough intelligence to talk about it, huh? I don't think it's a warcraft. You don't mean human, do you? That size. Then you're gonna be a kid."
"I ha god... Bad Shiki man ni, get the court kick down sushi man deal......!
"Ha...! Then I'm a god killer.... Nah!
Moment after moment, Gash's hand looked brilliant.
Cut, and there's something stabbing at the wall.
Too fast, I couldn't even move.
In the moment now, they threw multiple swords.
I don't believe it.
It's a sword, not a knife.
I didn't know you could shoot something like that out faster than a knife.
"Hmm. Whew......! Give me that...! Do it! But otherwise, it's not funny..."
Alto Crane Putt stands unharmed.
This one is hard to believe, and it seems to have made the current attack. The standing position has changed slightly.
But I can afford the look on Gash's face.
I'm not kidding.
A sword stabbed at a wall is not the power to penetrate the human body if you do poorly.
Even with multiple opponents, you must have defeated them in the moment.
"But with your current movements, I've cut off your approximate motor skills. In the next blow, your body will be amputated. Can I bet you something?
Shiatsu.
I didn't expect you to use the small hand checks to gauge his physical abilities!
Having the strength of a lion and the wit of a fox is said to be the ideal of a warrior, but this big man may be combining it.
And Alto Crane put...
"N...?
Little Mejed in his arm pulled his clothes when he was weak and seemed to be listening.
"Souka...... O belly ga reducta noca. Shawsi to be tekle...... Sugni Pieced K......"
I didn't even look at Gash.
I'm obsessed with my own sister's mood.
(What a cheap provocation! Or do you have any secrets...!?)
Gash was... laughing.
"Kuku...... ugh! You're going to spare me and do something in the meantime, but you're not going to, are you? You're done!
The moment I said it, it looked like the gash had disappeared.
No, I was packing the distance between moments, swinging my sword out.
- But.
His body, as if it were a feather trapped in a spider's nest, was fixed in the air.
All I could tell was that Alto Crane Putt seemed to have exercised his magic.
"but Mr. Gash...... ugh!?"
The surrounding people are afraid.
In the meantime, he manipulates magic.
"Uh-oh! What the heck?!?"
"Ugh, I can't move, hey, hey, hey, hey!?"
What I saw there was water.
Soothing, viscous water in the air at all costs.
(It's like, it's slime-!)
A slimy wall of water surrounded one side of this room.
Extend your fingers and touch them.
Very soft and glossy.
Wouldn't it make sense if you were wrapped up in something like this, neither slaughter nor force!?
Can't they breathe? They were desperate.
But there's no way I can rip this water off...
One, and another, their bodies, lose their power.
Looks like he passed out.
"... blackrope"
Slime vanished, and a black rope changed, glue-wrapping the men.
Incredibly, in an instant, he decided to fight.
"This was such a hidden ball...!
Because the men let go of consciousness, he seems to have unlocked his weird voice and disguise.
"Even though I was a warrior, I was a little wary because of the possibility of using unknown demonic props. Apparently, it was just a physical attack, so I just took him into custody."
"Just physics...... The speed of the gash is like catching up with your eyes."
"No. The brown handsome guy who fought during the fifth grade exam was a few steps faster. I was wondering if I could figure this out."
"Or brown......?
Alto Crane Putt, apparently, was coming with the fruit of Rockall, giving it to his sister.
You don't seem to have much in your ear, such as my words.
"No......! If you do that, it's a gash!? You're so strong to defeat him...!?"
"Strong...? Me?"
In self-derision, he laughed.
What was there was not humility or blindfolding, but as if it was being sarcastic and scratched.
I didn't know why, and I was flabbergasted.
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