Prologue

"Elder brother."

At the sound of a very familiar voice, I looked away from the particularly frustrating reports on my desk.

"Dear little sister."

"Uu, can you stop calling me that? It's embarrassing."

"Only when you stop looking so happy every time I call you that."

"I'm not that happy." She muttered through the grin on her face. Granted, it would be difficult to tell for normal people considering that her grin can be likened to a grimace from a man on death row. But to me, her elder brother, it was the cutest smile.

I make sure to tell her that every time I can.

Ahh, if only she were this cute to the other squires, maybe then she'd have some friends. Then again, at least this way she can't be taken from me.

She overheard me. I tried to not shudder from her glare.

"Have you been well, elder brother?" her soft voice rang out in spite of her appearance.

"No dear sister, it should be me asking you that. You know that all I do is look at scrolls everyday. There's hardly any excitement there."

"How about you get off your lazy ass and go out there then? Your little sister is risking her neck everyday to become an upstanding paladin of this city."

"Your efforts alone is enough for the both of us. Besides, I'm unsuited for that line of work. I thought father always lamenting this during his drunken time would have sunk in by now."

"You could take up adventuring again. I know that you're better than copper at least." She pouted. Or at least it should be a pout. It's still rather hard even as her brother to tell her facial expressions apart. It's just differing degrees of glares after all.

"How your brother has failed, leaving his little sister with such a scary face."

"Onii-chan I told you to stop bringing it up! And your face is just as bad as mine!"

"If I don't bring it up you'll never change!" Oya? Was this why Komachi was incessantly remarking about my features during middle-school? Ah but then she gave up… That's kind of sad.

I won't give up on Neia though. Each time it was brought up her face would soften slightly. At rare times when she was sleeping, her face would even become normal! It gave me confidence as an Onii-chan that I could cure her one day. Ahh the thought of having a little sister once again smiling happily at her Onii-chan. I'll work hard for that dream, Komachi! I mean, Neia!

She flopped onto the bed next to me, hiding her face. It seems that she was unable to do well in training again.

"Why do they hate me so?" Her voice was trembling. Shit, was it that bad? I'm sorry for adding to the trauma.

"Which bastard was it this time?" Another name to pass along to Hilma-san.

She shook her head. "It's fine, they sort themselves out. Besides, it's not like you can do anything, scrawny-nii"

The insult cut deep. Even if your Onii-chan can't beat you in strength, I can still show that no one gets to bully my little sister! That is an Onii-chan's pride!

"Why do they hate me." She asked again.

"The weak envy the strong. Unable to beat them, they instead subvert their position."

"What the heck, Onii-chan. That's so gross."

I'm trying to cheer you up you know. "As gross as I am, I will always be here for you. Don't you forget that, beloved little sister!"

"Gross. Creepy. Disgusting." But her expression was soft as she looked up at me. "Thank you, Onii-chan."

"Go get washed up, you stink." She was. Hours of training would do that.

"Onii-chan this is why you can't find a wife. You shouldn't tell girls that! Mou!" Ah, she hit me. But at least she was smiling as she left once more.

I sighed, satisfied. Back to the reports then. Demiurge-san truly was a crafty bastard. It was rather difficult keeping up with the trades.

A/N

Sorry. I was reading the Overlord Light Novels and felt I had to write this. I might try a true crossover at some point, but I think I should finish off my other story first. In any case, please enjoy this for now.