[18+] my big sister is a demon lord | 我的姐姐是個大魔王

Hostage | 人質 | ひとじち

"Please take care little brother!~ ♡"

Lord Amae embraced me, her entire body pressing onto mine tighter than usual. Likewise, her pair of majestic-feathery wings wrapped around me like a blanket. This ineffable and comfortable sensation. Ah, a sweet scent called home filled my heart warmly. 

But why do I feel so uneasy?

Despite everything, a tinge of worry lingered deep insight.

What am I scared about?

The upcoming battle at Z Mountain? The High Elves?  An all-out battle that could lead to death... death of my loved one?

Sensing my inner emotions, Lord Amae patted my head. In consistent and gentle strokes, even ruffling my hair with her fingers as if saying why are you even worried. Like always, her "big-sister intuition" was on point. I could never hide anything from her.

"Please be okay," I glanced up, despite knowing how strong she was. "Promise me you will be okay."

"Promise," A reassuring smile bloomed on her face. "I shall be back before you know it."

"And I'll make your favorite noodles once you are back."

"Ara~ More motivation to finish the Campaign by tomorrow's dawn."

"I-If it helps, I-I'll even give you a special dessert at night," I averted gaze and felt my cheeks grew warm.

She widened her eyes, understanding the tacit meaning and captivated by my little reward. The smile on Amae's face remained. No, it had grown wider.

"You proposed such tempting offers. Little brother, are you not a diplomat before you reincarnated into my world?"

The two of us giggled, enjoying the last minute of our intimate moment.

"Big sister."

I paused and stared into her mesmerizing golden-eyes. Bringing my thumbs up to her face, a grin replaced my worried expression.

"Fight hard!"

"I certainly will," fervor grew inside the depth of her eyes as she announced with an ironclad will. "Because all I want is to be with you."

With an elegant snap of the finger, a full panoply of armor materialized across her body, replacing her nightgown. From the nape of her neck down to the toes, particles of warm lights formed together into a beaming whole. Seconds later, the shape-shifting fluid turned concrete.

The power of magic.

My eyes still can't believe it.

Each equipment varied uniquely, appearing potent and majestically-defined. While they resembled Legendary relics, all of its entirety was white. 

Suited plate armor glowing in faint runic symbols. Chained skirt woven by the finest metal and gemstones. Floating ribbons wrapped continuously around her arms. Sexy knee-high boots. Symbol of the Fallen worn in the form of a regal crown, proudly displaying behind her head.

Pure-white. Angel-white. Pristine-white.

Paired with flowing black hair and majestic black wings.

Fallen Angel perfectly described my big sister.

The Supreme Leader clad in a suit of full white plated armor radiated an aura of exalted might. If I was an enemy, I would definitely be frightened. Shit in my pants and lose all morale before the battle even start.