[Alien Ring] Wizard Princess - Turn Falling Girl Into The Most Powerful Demon Instructor

Did you notice what we're after, Alto Garuda, trying to take altitude and re-compartmentalize it?

A polar flaming spear flies like a blur on the tip of its beak.

When I checked the firing point as to whose magic it was, Riera was slouching there.

"I'm sorry, Lord Bashram. It's late."

"No, no, that helped. Seemed to arrive quicker than usual, but what about the junction?

"Thanks to my excellent godson and his flying master, I've come up with a lot of new hands. We were able to shorten it considerably more than usual."

"I see."

Riera answers Bashram's question as she releases her magic to keep standing and restrains Altgaruda.

When monsters emerge that are likely to cause significant damage to the city of Alto, starting with Alto Garuda, Riera is strengthening the ties that cover the city before it gets to the front line.

Because of this, every time Riera's entry into battle is really delayed, and in some cases the battle is even over before she arrives.

Moreover, it is not a good idea to have a full attitude even when you come out, since you will join the war after using a large amount of magic to strengthen the junction.

But I've seen it this time, and somehow I seem to be overcoming the problems around it, releasing more magic than usual with a fuller amount of magic on my shield.

"Well, Lord Bashram. I'll stop that move as much as I can, so it'll help if you drop me to the ground with one blow."

"Isn't it faster to do it with Lord Riera's magic?

"It's no longer Tifa, and on a scale that captures a monster that moves at that speed when it comes to a blow, you can't chant in time"

"Oh, excuse me. It sure is."

Great magic takes time to chant. Bashram takes such a natural point and unexpectedly apologizes very seriously.

He realized he was poisoned in a pretty serious way, keeping it scattered into Yu and Tifa on a daily basis.

"I'll try to burn my wings. But..."

"Normally, it doesn't really work..."

"It's surprisingly hard to burn, that feather..."

With that said, Riera activates the magic of fire at the same time as eight high firepower magic shots for towing.

Being as big a wizard as she is, it can be easy to chat while chanting.

"Again, it doesn't really work"

"But it seems to work better than usual"

That's what Bertilde, who was observing the other person, tells the sighing Riera's words.

As Bertilde put it, the magic of fire did show effects.

"Well, let's go for another shot"

An additional blow flies from Riera against Alto Garuda, whose movement has been further slowed by the burning of his wings.

That blow will inflame both wings and make Alto Garuda unable to control his posture properly.

Bashram's spear, thrown at him for it, pierced Altgaruda's neck.

You're throwing today, Bashram.

"No, because Lord Riera burned my wings. Otherwise, you won't be able to get your neck out so accurately."

"If I'd ever had this meal, I wouldn't have been sure to crush my wings instead of my neck, would I?

"Well, yes..."

Bashram told Bertilde to make fun of him and told him so with a sinister face.

In fact, it was more likely that the problem, Bashram's hit rate for throwing, was not complimented, and this time it would have ended up with a big hole in the wing if it was still the usual way.

No matter how much you practice, it doesn't improve any more, even though you always declare that splitting and throwing is out of specialty, you really have to get a reluctant look when you're put on there.

If we were to be honest, I would have liked to give up to someone who was good at throwing, but the weapon in this hand cannot easily be given away to others once the owner is confirmed.

It has been more than a decade since the owner was confirmed in Bashram, even unclear under what conditions he is determining the owner in the first place. My thoughts were constantly dull just because I felt like I was wasting time, not being able to take advantage of the Arveille replica in the corner.

But only today, for some reason, there is certainty as to when and how to throw it, and where it can be definitely hit, and that has made it as effective as it was intended.

The first pitch was half-hearted. That response also turned to certainty on the second pitch, and the feeling is still firmly ingrained as if it had been peeled away.

While I'm delighted that the feeling doesn't seem to be a lie, I don't know why it is now and the confusion doesn't go away.

Hiding such a complex inner mind, Bashram speaks of a late concern, though overactive.

"But I don't even feel like I've done it..."

"Were you failing something?

"It's not so much a failure, but this time it feels like someone else just used it to take delicious things from a safe place?

"Oh, that's what..."

"Usually, after I slapped him down to the ground, I'd be on the front line until I stabbed him in the face..."

"If it's done safely, it's okay, right? Even now, once in a while, I've hit a good spot and ended up with a blow."

Bertilde comforts himself by saying such optimistic things about Bashram, who cares about his mistakes, which are not even mistakes.

In the first place, it's usually even a whale about where Bashram hits the spear, something like celebrating that if he ever dropped it in a single blow, there wouldn't have been any injuries to the melee troops.

I'm not complaining anymore just because I finished both my wings with just a flying tool.