My Annoying Aura Follows Me Into Another World

Chapter 9: First Battle As A Three-Year Old?

I can't take this anymore..

The insides of my stomach are churning and I can't think straight..

And no, this is not a prologue for a S&M play you sick freaks..

I'm genuinely sick to my stomach..

The cause is the bouncing up and down of this vehicle..

It's strange since I don't usually get carsick.. but I don't think I can call it a car though..

They call it a carriage.. How I wish I could fly right now instead of riding this monstrosity..

Give me a cheat-like-teleport power, I beg of you..

Well.. it's a good thing that I didn't eat much for breakfast..

Anyway, after the old man came to give his imperial order, dad asked us if we would come move into the capital or stay in the village..

Of course I said yes..is what I'd like to say but..

If you haven't noticed yet, I still have the body of a three-year-old..

Then why am I in the carriage at the present moment you might ask..

Well..

"You okay Orion? You look a little pale.."

It's due to the meddling of this person..

Kate Fullbringer, my older sister and my dictator in this life..

When we were about to go to sleep, she "coerced" me to come with her and dad..

Correction.. bribed and threatened..

In other words.. she said there was delicious food in the capital and a school for magic..

But when I said I was still not convinced, she broke my limbs again and again using healing magic..*cries*

Honestly.. there is never a calm discussion with that person..

So here I am.. wallowing in my own regret.. holding in my vomit..

"Ah, I'm fine Nee-san.. I'm just new to it is all..huh?"

"I see..hmm? what are you looking at?"

I notice people in front of us blocking the path on the road..

There are about 50 of them according to my rough estimates..

They are wearing leather-brown clothes with rusted chain mails with short swords at their sides..

They have an air of arrogance around each and every one of them..

I have a bad feeling about this..

"What? There are men blocking the road.. father, do you know them?"

My sister calls father to inquire about their identities..

"Oh, those are bandits..there seems to be about 53 of them in my detection range.."

Dad says that in an indifferent manner..

"Wait, bandits.. isn't that bad? Besides, there are too many of them!"

"Hmm? It's no problem though.. it usually goes like this when you're on the road.."

"How can you be so calm?"

"Well they are small-fry to begin with..ah, this is a good chance to show off in front of my kids.. I'm a genius if I do say so myself..kukuku.."

You do know I can hear every word you're saying.. this carriage isn't a gigantic limousine..

As we are talking about how were gonna deal with the situation, the carriage stops..