Isekai Mahou wa Okureteru!

What in the world is no different from the time of acceptance? There are two big differences between the number of people and the reason, but if you go on and on like this, it will be sumptuous.

Eight wins of hostility from two guilders, unexpectedly exhaled. Minister, before reception, and here and now. What a day of the week it is to be exposed to a swordsweeping glance.

From what I heard, as expected, the opponents of Refill's measurements were these two guilders. A warrior named Lycus and a wizard named Enumalph.

In measuring, he wanted to professor the battle from the adventurer at the Xiao Dark Pavilion, even though he was supposed to be alone, he said himself and dealt with them both in turn.

Needless to say, the results flank my eyes. If you look at the skinny sword and the tailored light armor pulled out, the two of them are in bad shape against a girl who is not even old enough to be held by a butterfly and a flower. First of all, there's a difference between what I've lost in my spare time.

Have you handed over the information? See the two of you who have just finished talking about Dorothea and the inner circle.

"- So now you want me to do it?

If you hit eight, don't you have to worry about it? Lycus answers when he asks in an unsatisfactory manner.

"Yes."

"What's the format of the game?

"It's a guild game. There's nothing stylish about it. Fight and we'll evaluate it. That's all."

And, is it a hundred million robberies or just busy? Lycus tells rough and brief. Ask him again, still keeping his face tight.

"A fight is a normal game, right?

"Oh. But the guild's measuring match is played with a simulated sword. Because you're a wizard... Oh, you talked about not using a cane. Sure. Hmm - If you have a weapon you want to use, you can use the guy in your hand. It's just that you don't let magic or anything get you hurt or kill them badly. It can't be us. What, Enumalph?

"... no problem"

Enumalph, questioned by Lycus, opens his mouth for the first time. Are you a quiet person? But on his face, like Lycus, is seeping unshakeable confidence.

But it takes from side to side "But you lost earlier ~?" and a small wild order. The source is Dorothea. I have the nerve not to be surprised.

"Ugh! You shouldn't have made tea!

One drink and silent pressure. I got angry, and I scratched my head, Dorothea, and I didn't think I was going to oil--

"So, which way do we do it? I'll give you a choice, okay?

"Hey, what's up?

"No..."

... If you think about it carefully, maybe that mindfulness doesn't make sense.

I've never come to this world and fought a non-magical match myself. Sure, I've seen the battle between Trinity and the knights in the castle, but when I see it, I'll do it. Something different again. Is it possible to worship it once here? If so, the training ground is convenient now. Refill can go back anyway, and if we're the only ones left, we can settle this later.

Besides, if we can do this right here, there is a possibility that we can do one more thing before accepting it.

(So now's your chance)

For a moment, regardless of Dorothea's words, in any case, I also thought that oil should not be the feather to be poured, but after all, the thought came together.

Answer me quickly, and I'll tell Lycus to pierce the sight of the reminder.

"So while I'm over it - I'm both at the same time."

"- Hmm?"

"What!?

To the words, Lefir, who defeated the two in turn, makes an interesting voice, and Dorothea shouts a surprise.

On the other hand, the said persons naturally faded.

"... ah? You think they're gonna take us to the top? Temee, are you serious?

"Oh. I'm not good at jokes that aren't funny."

If you answer that in white, Lycus is in a worse mood on the proposal.

"If you're as strong as the woman there, you still think we're gonna be late for a wizard? Don't you think you're doing well 'cause you busted one at reception?

Lycus' anger also goes with the dewy words, and Enumalph's gaze of awesomeness increases. After all, did you get hooked up with that? I can't help it. He slapped himself in the mouth like he still couldn't get out of the kid's range. In its heart, there is more to observe.

But this one is the same as being insulted, and it would be EVEN under the circumstances. It may seem like a nasty guy, but this one has a purpose. I can't even keep breaking my bones in degrees.

Dorothea asks in a modest manner whether she feels the air that precipitated in Russia.

"Um, Mr. Swimey. Are you really serious?

"Oh, as far as I'm concerned, I hope so. I'll have to pick up the inn after this and come back again, so I'd like to finish it if I can."

"Well, that's not what I meant -"

Like blocking Dorothea's words to say, Lycus.

"Are you confident we can just get this over with?

"Oh."

"Damn it, you slap me."

"That's about it. I mean, I have a stack of walks I've been making, just like you guys have guilders. Even if I'm modest, I'm not mentally sanitary."

"... the kid. He can't even spot his opponent's power. He's relentlessly going to lose his rank. Correct me if I'm joking, and choose one. I'll still forgive you now."

And, Lycus presses for a repeat withdrawal of his remarks, but he can't retreat after more than he has said so far.

"No, I'm not going to. And if you don't, I'm not gonna do what I have to do."

"... you're not gonna regret this, are you?

"Thanks for the advice."

"Keh...... Enumalph. You can't leave the kids licking you any more. Just smash it."

"... I know"

When this one flaunts his shoulder, Lycus makes his teeth abominably flaunt and tells Enumalf. And after hearing his reply, he sent a stabbing stare here again, and took him with Enumalf as a guillotine swordswallow to the center of the training ground.

am I still the object of being insulted? There are not many favorably taken trials in the wind of good prestige even with some pneumonia. I wish I could cover it up later when I'm concerned, but I always feel like I'm giving birth to something with it and losing more money than other people.

I guess there's a situation on the ground, but that's certainly good as a magician, and the provocation that starts with it is convenient in this setting to motivate the two of us, but as one man - after all, there can be unconvincing parts. Even if my heart knows, I can't stop thinking. It's such a state of mind.

and if you rot like that, a serious voice from the rear.

"Suimei. Those two, we got a deal going on inside, right? Are you sure about this?

Will you worry about dealing with them both at the same time? Or the questioning of exploration trying to identify. Refille is the first person on this scene.

Nod back at her like that.

"Yes."

"You think I'm confident I'll beat you both?

"I unfortunately don't have an atmosphere commensurate with that confidence,"

And, if you say it in a self-derisive manner, Refill gives you a much quieter laugh.

"Indeed."

- It's an instant answer.

After all, does it look that way? I would make that kind of penetration into the return that would sound if I hit Refill, but it was both laughs that came in.

"Hehe..."

"Ha ha."

Maybe it's someone I feel better about than I thought. While I think Arshna's guidance and doing is also a quaint thing, and.

"... and it suits my purpose to be able to deal with those two at the same time. That's fine with me."

"... well. Then there's nothing more I can say"

And, Refile nodded strangely, and for some reason immediately turned to Dorothea. And if you think about what you're going to say.

"I'm sorry, can I give you a tour?

"Huh?

I don't know, a cloudy voice pops out the back of my throat. Why didn't you ask me that?

It was a development that I hadn't expected.

"Yes, I don't mind...... don't you like Mr. Swimey?

Dorothea immediately accepts Lefir's offer.

"Uh... no, I don't mind."

"Then why did you look like that?

"No, no, I wasn't expecting it, so I was just a little surprised."

"Really?

As Dorothea leaned her ankle towards this reaction, Refile nodded satisfactorily to say she had given her consent.

"Then fine. I'll show you your fight."

And, I'm totally going to sit down, Refile. I said I'd deal with them both at the same time myself, so I probably sprung up even in Xing as a swordsman.

It will be seen, but basically I'm going to do anything after this. Ma, I'm going to say it in my heart, I'm going to go after Lycus and the others, and I'm going to the center of the training ground.

And...

"So are you ready?

"... oh"

"I don't mind."

Lycus, who pulls his sword out of his sheath, and the jewel embedded at the tip of the wand, point this way, the Enumalph, who makes the erection.

I took the mercury reagent bottle out of my pocket with the black gloves I had removed - the gloves in my hand - whilst saying it would be good at any time, just like them.

I don't know what that is. Lycus asks in surprise.

"What?

"No, I got a weapon, too."

Open the lid of the reagent bottle and unlock its contents on the floor, surrounded by a strange brand of expression that looks seriously at this one. Of course, this is the same thing I used in the garden of White Asia. It is a user-friendly piece of magic among the weapons that you can carry.

On the other hand, is it a rare thing in this world, with Refill lurking his eyebrows in the silver glow?

"Silver...... water?

"It's mercury. Have you never seen it?

"Oh, I've never seen that before."

When Refill narrows his eyes and says, he mouths like Dorothea weakened.

"That Mr. Swimey, it's a bit of a deliberate contamination of the floor..."

"... no, no, I'm not dirty about this."

"But how did you see it?"

Does it just look deliberately overflowing with liquid objects? Undeniable. Exactly, but...

'Cause you'll see soon enough.

"Ha..."

"... Hmm. Is that some kind of medicine?

"No -"

In the middle of answering Refill's question, there is no mercury left in the reagent bottle and it spills on the floor. And at the same time that all of the large liquids of specific gravity licked the floor, they concentrated their magic and cast a spell of change in shape.

"- Permutatio.Coagulatio.Vix lamina"

(- Degeneration, coagulation, formation is power)

As soon as possible, a magic formation is formed so that a small circle spreads wide around the dripping place.

A magical formation emits a dark, glowing red magic light.

"What!?

"Ah?"

In the midst of sorcery, what reached my ear was the surprise of the Quadruple Four. It must have been surprising to them to build a magic formation without drawing directly on something. This goes hand in hand with the time of Fermenia.

"Alchemy..."

The voice of the wizard Enumarf. Apparently, he knows about what he's doing.

And few, as inspired by its light and formation, mercury once extended, spread and moved like clay, gathered in its own hands to elect a sword.

- It's my weapon.

Yes, now that you've answered Lephire's question. Now it's time to focus on the fight. No coat, no suit, but the battle is a battle. When I set up the mercury knife I grabbed from the top of the glove, which I also identified as an irrevocable place, there was Lycus sending a frivolous gaze.

"... hey, you wizard, didn't you?

"I think that one looks magical now, huh?

"A wizard can use a sword.... you or you, can you use it?

I recall asking that question. The same was true of Fermenia, but it still seems that the idea of a wizard plus a warrior is not common in this one. After all, like the characters in common games and stories, do wizards have a fixed concept of a rear guard and warriors an avant-garde? Wizards and warriors remember things differently, so naturally...

"Oh, there you go."

"Oh, I see."

If I smile at you, will you ever ask me again? Lycus threw up in annoyance. Seeing that as an opportunity, Dorothea shook her arms up.

And.

"Okay, here we go!

Dorothea screams like that. No, no, - I'm here to hit you. Lycus' first hand is an easy shot to understand. It was a luxurious slaughter, starting with a strong step.

In contrast, this one also corresponds to slaughter.

"Ha."

Lycus laughed with his nose. You're right, one of these hands would be bad from anyone. The difference in strength between him and me is obvious at first glance. It is already clear by the thickness of the arms.

That's why I took it. Lycus would have smiled coldly on the back of his expression, but the truth. Only himself knows the consequences that lie ahead. While I also think that Lycus' sword and his own only antagonized him for a moment, he steps to the left in a daze, turning the sword back up from the side tightened, and winds it back like a reverse regeneration from the original right back to a swinging state.

"What!?

There is no room for a change of posture for Lycus, who has been shifted backwards for one person in a place of strength. The words in excess of momentum are like, and each sword is weighed down behind his right. Relax.

Yes, this is the wrong way to go. The knife knocks each other upside down and collapses, inflicting the opponent's sword attack.

And finish the move or no or flip it instantly. You can't be going to stand on the spot like an idiot. If you flip, there's a defenseless back there. Cut me off, my back telling me this is the price of alarm invites this sword attack, but I'm not willing to call this an opportunity.

Yes, because I still have a tiger's jaw on my back that targets me.

"- The wind. Thou wilt crush with the power of a long time, and anger my enemies! Windfisto!"

"Secandum excipio!

(Second wall, local expansion!

If the current blow does not have any untrained shards, slash it and throw it away. Weigh in the magical defenses the fists of the giants that were made of the air around them.

The magic used is a second wall with a rotten golden fortress. A surgical defense against sorcery.

"Become -!?"

Whose voice is the surprise? I don't know about the child, but I only pointed my sword at Lycus and stuck my left hand behind me with a glove so that I could open my body to the side. A golden defensive formation with palms deployed in an instant to their starting point. A mass of compressed air hit from the front scattered a whirlwind around the perimeter, and its clumping was unraveled for a few seconds without any blemishes being given to the defense.

Using the current gap as a lapse, Lycus skews his face and leaps out of time to make a stand.

"Ku, you're using a funny sword technique."

"Tell me at a nearby dojo."

and while Shuiming seems to be able to afford to mouth...

"What! What's the magic now!?

Enumalph made a scene by fading to Russia.

I turn my surprisingly narrow eyes to him like that, sticking a sudden surprise in his face, and say to him, surprised.

"... the magic of defense, though?

"I'm not asking you that. I am! Now, you sure are."

"What. What's wrong with you?

Mysterious Enumalph's words and actions. Because of the surprise, I don't have everything I want to say together.

The golden fortress is a magic of defense. A robust formation, arguably a masterpiece, created by itself to protect itself from all types of attacks. As you can see, it's only defensive magic - otherwise a surprise, is it magic formation? But the momentary construction of the magic formation is shown in earlier moves to manipulate mercury.

Now, there's no reason for me to scream.

"Weird, nothing..."

Then Dorothea talks instead of Enumarf, who can't put together what he wants to say because of excitement.

"'Cause, Mr. Swimey! Magic now, activated without any attribute intervening Yikes!?

"... Well, I didn't attribute it to you. It's no use adding attributes to defensive magic, is it?

Yes, attributes and other useless lengths to the magic of defense. To prevent the opponent's magic, it is natural to lay a defense against the technique or use a defense that can counteract the so-called magic. It is true that there is some way to grant an attribute and use its counterpart to increase defense, but when it is switched to an attack with an instant corresponding attribute, it takes time to deal with it, and if it is bad, it is removed from the defense.

Because of such disadvantages, it is not considered appropriate to grant attributes to the magic of defense.

But...

"Stupid! There's no reason to be useless! Magic is the first of its kind with the intervention of attributes! What magic can be activated without the intervention of an attribute in the first place..."

"Ha? of attributes, intervening?

Something in the first place. I don't know what you mean in the first place. What does it mean that magic cannot be activated without the intervention of attributes? Attributes are the guiding principles for classifying which type of magic applies, and are by no means essential forces - elements - to activate magic.

No, I don't think so.

"... Suimei. The magic of this world is manifested in everything with the help of the elements. You can never use magic without using the power of the element. But how can you treat magic out of context?

Yes, such a flattering admiration of Refill and the words of inquiry that also sharpened the alarm were the focus of this inexplicability.

That is.

"- Oh. Oh, oh, oh! Oh, yeah. I see now... instead of adding elements to the magic here, we have to mediate the activation of the elements themselves."

In the first place, ever since I came to this world, I've wondered, but I've finally frozen. I just understood why the wizards of this world bothered to attribute their natural attributes to magic.

Initially, Shuiming thought of the magic of this world as natural magic like it is everywhere.

Natural witchcraft is something that uses the power of nature to produce witchcraft or to produce natural phenomena in witchcraft - aside from that.

Because it was like natural magic, as I saw it.

That's why I misunderstood. But something similar and non-existent if you open the lid.

Let's take the magic that opened the door as an example. If you open the door with natural magic, you simply have to use it because the power to pull or push is also a natural force.

Injecting the force of the light wind of mass is, first and foremost, the extreme of futility.

Yes, if the magic here is normal natural magic.

I mean, it is. To say that you can't do that is to say that this sorcery is not a sorcery that uses all the power of nature. Because they can only manifest witchcraft using a limited set of eight elements, activated witchcraft will always have some distinguished attribute.

It might be useful to use magic to handle eight kinds of attributes. Then it's never wasted magic. I don't, but when it comes to other sorcery, I doubt its practicality as soon as possible.

... What is used to practice witchcraft is often changed by the culture of the land, but this is certainly novel.

"Which element - no, that's a hard story to do, having to rely on the element and also. I guess the magic itinerary just gets more pointless and takes a lot of work for that matter. It stinks like an asshole."

"Hey, what are you talking about..."

"Nothing. Nothing. It's hard to do a defensive magic trick that manipulates attributes to defend it."

Perhaps the magic of the other worlds needs to follow the itinerary of magic, surgery, elements and defense, rather than being exercised in the itinerary of the currents: magic, surgery and defense. So the magic of this world is long chanting, and if you don't chant, you'll be surprised.

I can't help but find it hard to do. Because this is not in the mindset of the first to make this sorcery.

But I can't help but tell you. As a modern magician. It has to be efficient. I wonder why the magic and the doings of this world stand out in all the holes as we learn.

... as was the case during Fermenia, but Shuiming has not yet studied the magic of this world. No, I couldn't do it exactly, but you'd be right. Indeed, there was also a book of magic in the library of the castle. There was, but Mizumi couldn't read it.

Why is that? Naturally. The Book of Wizards of the Water Ming World refers to the so-called Book of Divinity. Never a guidebook to make a beginner of witchcraft a magician from scratch, or a guidebook that will allow anyone to handle witchcraft if they see it, and some things are of the type that are themselves a single witchcraft.

Then there's no way you can remember it, even if you look at it and learn magic. Normally the initial knowledge of witchcraft is the insanity taught by the teacher, so it cannot be stated in the book of magic, and there is just a seemingly inexplicable statement if you open the book of magic or something before that. Some things are even insane magic books that erode the spirit or extremely dangerous things that can hang unknown sorcery.

Decryption is mandatory to read. In order to read, you must also have magic pieces to protect yourself. The corresponding time is also mandatory. In the Imperial Castle, where all of them could not be aligned, Shuiming could not lay his hands on the Book of Magic.

If that common sense was different from that of the other side, I took a book of seemingly dangerous objects, but I still needed to decipher them, and around Trinity and Mizuki learning magic from Fermenia, I can tell you here that the definition of the Book of Magic is similar to that of the other side.

So Shuiming didn't work to figure out the magic. Because if it takes forever to decipher it, I thought it would be better to grasp it from the formation of this world and matters that could be fundamental to witchcraft, such as nature and inheritance.

And in addition to that, if you take the time to grasp the common sense of this world that you can't remember and analyze the summoning formations used to summon Yingjie, after all, this sorcery will only have the opportunity to remember by itself.

And then there's Shuiming. There is also the part that I was interested in purely unknown sorcery warfare.

I was hoping that there might be a new touch for him that made the mystery that he didn't know important.

... Needless to say, what was the result of that accumulation that day?

"... okay, let's do it. It's the same with you and me that I'm surprised. Evan wouldn't mind, would he?

"Ku......"

"Break it up. Your magic is delayed, and my magic is progressing. That's all."

"Oh, you're late...?

"Oh yeah. Too late, compared to the mystery where I was."

And if this one says words similar to mourning or no, Enumarf does.

"Eh. What do you care just because you don't have an attribute! As long as it's powerful and numbered."

"Sure. It makes sense. But can you do it?

It was chanting that came back to me with that tried-out question.

"- Wind! Send forth the formations with your long-standing power. It's an abusive formation. It spawns numerous destruction into the sky, and it kills my enemies, but its justice. Noised Tyrant!"

The key word that rings around is - a noisy tyrant. While a whirlwind rose around the Enumarph, several places of airy swinging arose around it. This isn't like the single one earlier, it's an air barrage formation. Are you willing to overwhelm this arrogant statement with numbers and power?

But.

"Secondum perfectus!

(Second Wall, Reinforced Expansion!

A storm of brutality takes a fierce sound and kills it. Each and every one of them has far more power than this one, and that's ten or twenty, no more.

Continuously hits defenses that change the technique and increase its radiance.

- continuous firing (rush).

The word follows, the rain of shelling.

Disappear when you antagonize the walls for a moment, and disappear repeatedly when you antagonize them. Then there is no fine dust in the blow. There are no defects in the defense.

The magic of wind that eventually comes to an end. The focus was general, or the wind and dust appeared from the floor around.

When you look around it and chill out that it's boring, there's the unspoken Enumalph.

With the wand in place, I can't run out of hands anymore and I'm stopping.

In the middle, the sound of kicking the ground hard from behind. Lycus.

"Get on with it...!

I set up a two-handed sword and leap like I was bounced this way. A strange assault aimed at the end of the magic, but it's still too late for this one to react.

Flipping from Enumalf, he ran his gaze down to Lycus with his arms down, first castle wall. Local deployment.

"Primum excipio!!

"- Get on!!

When the sword and the wall collide, the razor, and the intense rubbing sound of the gear rubbing against the inner ear. The sword of the entity that can be tapped in the direction of the turn and the wall of the non-entity that unfolds in anticipation of it both scattered a spark as you retreat.

But as pointless as knocking a wall with a sword, that's still the norm here. Without sharpening the magic formation, the sword is sharper.

"It won't arrive. Not to that extent."

"Ugh, guh..."

- How ridiculous it is to just be attacked by an opponent sitting there. The agony of Lycus sees itself as an opportunity to step to the left in a gap where the force that can enter the Lycus sword cannot break through the defense.

Right next to the eagle's expanse, Lycus makes his sword wave empty.

Build several more defensive formations with him on his ass during the period of switching places.

"Quartum excipio" (Fourth wall, local expansion)

It was the fourth wall that stopped Lycus' sword strike, rolled out in an inverted mood. The Fourth Wall knocks back a whole lot of power from the outside world.

And with the power reflexes of its fourth castle wall, it blows up where Enumarph is.

"Uh-oh."

"What -!?"

Shadows to be played and collision sounds to come later. There is also no emotion in the surprise voices from the surroundings mixed with it. Power reflexes are no exception to physical power. It's natural to do this.

Therefore, before you even see the opponent's rising shadow, the opponent's extra attack hand accelerates.

"Nutus.Multitudo decresco"

(Mass reduction, gravity reduction)

Moments, dozens of times the steps taken. Lycus, however, reacted to the disease confirmed by such sorcery. If you don't need a sword with you, on your left hand, a counter with a reversal with a dominant karate fist.

Not bad. Sure, there's just so much to say.

But it's the same here that can react. With a mercury knife in his right hand and a pair of archers as his shield.

"Can you stop it?"

Anger. My left hand, who was forced to take refuge against the counter. I wouldn't expect to be stopped by a slender arm, but it would be a late cry. Surely your own arm strength alone will not deter that blow.

- Yes, with arm strength only.

Moment of impact with overlapping right and left hands. It flows outward like a fist in the palm of a gloved hand was done, even though the focus was not fixed from the beginning.

- A glove. Magic that causes "miseating" on the objects in contact. If it is taken directly from the front, then it is not engaged and inevitably creates a discrepancy.

As it was, he instantly stabbed his sword through the floor, grabbed Lycus' collar and threw it with jujitsu guidelines. To the momentum of the opponent's protruding fist, this throwing force adds a sudden velocity and force, in which Lycus is thrown out lavishly.

And without even looking at its whereabouts, turn to the reformulated Enumalph. Put up a magic wand, and then a wizard who just casts a spell.

"Is that good? Your magic won't work."

verbal pressure. It has just been proven that Enumalf's magic does not work. For God's sake, I totally prevented it.

Enumalph who is shot straight and distorts his face in bitterness.

"What! But still..."

Do you think I'll do it? Magic warfare. Its intentions and good. On that enthusiasm, magic chants to defeat this one as well.

"Buddhi brahma.Buddhi vidya"

(Wake up, power. with great knowledge)

"- The wind. With your long-standing power, blow."

Synchronizing magic and magic. If that happens without any preliminary motion, it's the chanting speed that dictates the victory. But before magic using Kabbalah's secret compression chanting technique (Notarikon), magic that requires attributes is no longer the only extreme of stupidity. If you are thorough compared to the speed, the other side loses, but the logic.

- It's just a story if the technique is equivalent.

"Gail!"

It was Enumalf, not himself, who finished the spell and key words first. Surprisingly, it is a short chant with only two or three bars. The procedure isn't aggressive either, and it can't be harmful.

Then why are we dealing with it at this time?

The question was immediately clarified.

Yes, because a strong wind with magic came from behind me.

(You're gonna do it. -)

I distort my mouth to a mixed grin of joy with a cold feeling on my back. You don't want a magic battle, you rush. Enumalph. I would like to send a compliment at my mercy to that hung body of support.

Exercise of the late sorcery. Chanting sentences to be chanted are: Buddy, Brahma. Buddy, Vidya. Buddy, Kalanda...

"Buddhi karanda trishna!

(And entrust yourself to the thirst of a sweet voice!

- Trishna. This word that means thirst. Sanskrit, a liturgical language of five or more religions, but therefore also powerful from a magical point of view. Use it for witchcraft now.

And as its thirsty words put it, a magic formation of depletion appeared beneath Enumalph's feet.

"Not yet!

With such a temper, the magic that comes out of Enumarf's body to the outside world increases.

Are you willing to resist the surgical ceremony by releasing magic and strengthening it? That's generally a last resort against witchcraft. A measure after using the technique for someone is not a bad choice.

But unfortunately, this is the magic of depletion - the sweet voice of Kravinkaya. It is the essence of this magic that causes the target to spit out magic, that is.

"Nah - ahhhhhhh!!

With screaming, the release of magic accelerates beyond control. Shortly afterwards, Enumarf, shredded to grind his strength, knelt.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Then I hear Lycus roar from directly behind me. I should have decided to throw a fancy one, but this distance, regardless, was due to the cover of the Enumalph.

But I don't want to upset you. Pull out the mercury knife with eagle lift, and flip it as if the warrior were to hit the dragon tail hanging from his helmet.

Before the light reflected on the two-handed sword fell through the sword body.

My own sword was swift.

"Gu, uhh..."

He was asking Lycus, who was about to wave down his sword, whether or not he could cry his torso and neck apart.

"- Now, I think I win, what do you say?

There is no room for complaining about that question.