Ascendance of a Bookworm

As for Theory for this attack, he does it in the same way as trombe exorcism. In a remote attack I send down an arrow to weaken the Turnisbefalen, and the Cavalier Apprentices attack simultaneously. When everyone leaves, they alternate and attack like I let down an arrow. They must be careful not to involve the knight apprenticeship in the arrows I send down.

... the clergyman's position at that time, isn't it pretty important? Isn't that responsible?

I don't feel like it's a good position to have me that I can't even be trained to be busy. But without being able to resign, the cavalier apprentices scattered around as Leonore raised his hand.

The colorful eyes of Turnisbefalen's forehead move here and there as if they were worried about which one to chase, seeing the rider scattered over the sky to the people.

... Uh-huh! Disgusting!

Feeling the goosebumps, I set up a water cannon in the air toward Turnisbefalen. I lay my eyes down gently once and think of the clergyman when he was firmly trombe exorcised in the back of my brain.

... I'll be a hard-boiled egg!

"Dear Rosemaine, I have a signal from Leonore!

He opened his eyes hearing the voice of Filine, who was looking around in my stead. I turn my gaze to Haltmut and Eudit, who are next to each other, to protect the Lesser Bus, and then I shoot a water cannon at Turnisbefalen, who is directly beneath me.

"Holy shit!"

If you strike out the magic with the sight of the chief priest knocking down a trombe in mind, the magic struck out of the black water cannon becomes a black arrow, dividing into many more and pouring it down into the turnis befalen.

"... Yikes!

Eudit also attacked after seeing my attack. A black stone thrown by Eudit flies in a direction a short distance from Turnisbefalen.

Though I thought it would never come off because of its large purpose, Turnisbefalen, who watched this one closely, quickly avoided the arrows I had shot. And a small scream hits Eudit's thrown stone ahead of him that he avoided.

"... why?

"You can't lose to Master Rosemaine with a long shot. We have to read one step ahead of the enemy."

The black stone thrown by Eudit, who laughed like he was good at it, hit him again. With a small scream, Turnisbefalen once again avoids my attacks.

...... Humph!

It became sexually regrettable that my attacks would not hit me at all, and I fired one water cannon after another in pursuit of Turnisbefalen. But even though he said he was out of my ballistics, Turnisbefalen kept gently avoiding it, and several Eudit attacks hit him along the way.

... repentance!

I'm the only one who hasn't hit it at all, even though the attack of the Knight Apprentices is fairly avoided due to the agility with which Turnisbefalen moves, moving to the forehead eyes, and looking around, but sometimes I think of it as an attack to hit.

"... you can't just hit Master Rosemayne."

Filine's point stabbed me in the chest with a gut. I know, so don't say it calmly! And as I feel like crying, I look to the turnisbefalen beneath my eyes.

"I don't think Rosemayne's attack is because Turnisbefalen is focused on avoiding Rosemayne's attack"

I nodded heavily at Rhodelich's whining. Red big eyes never try to take their gaze off me. So much so that I want to say, do you think that would be good if you just avoided my attacks?

... The only reason I can't hit you is because Turnisbefalen is looking at me all the time! Don't look at me!

"You don't hit me because you've been looking at me. Block the sight of Turnisbefalen and my attack will strike."

"Block your sight? How do you do that?

Calmly questioned by Rhoderich, I was stuck in words for a moment. How can I block the sight of a giant warcraft, I don't float.

"Huh? Uh... right"

... things that become blindfolded, things that become blindfolded... Here's the thing, I wish I had a big cloth.

I don't think I can just block Turnisbefalen's eyes and tie him up with a giggly blindfold behind his head. But I think you can take away your sight just because you can bash a big cloth on it, and it will be an instant stop.

... If you can block your sight and make it stop just for a moment, even my attacks should hit you! For that I have a cloth big enough to wrap a turnis befalen!

"Ah! I have just the right artifact. Leuken."

"... Divine artifacts, is it?

I undid the deformation of the water cannon as I nodded cocklessly toward Philine, who sees me with a pocan face. The blessing does not seem to have been lifted even if the deformation has been lifted, and the starp in your hand is black. I closed my eyes gently, a little surprised by it. There is a spell that the clergyman taught me as a must in defense.

"Finsuunhan"

My star turned into a black cloth scattered with gold like a glowing night sky. Rhoderich fingers the cloth in my hand as if he were stunned.

"Dear Rosemaine, is that...?

"It is a cape, the divine instrument of the Dark God. With this, we block the vision of Turnisbefalen."

The cloak of the Dark God has the power to absorb magic and make it his own. Though it is probable that the magic that has been served by God and taken to me will not arrive, because it is now in a state of darkness blessings.

And I turned to the head of Turnisbefalen to widen the night sky, and cast down the cloak of the Dark God with basarity. Not an arrow falling towards a narrow range, nor could Turnisbefalen seem to have been avoided in a cape that spreads wide as my thoughts may be. The movement of the turnis befalen, covered in black cloth, stops, slamming his forefoot in an attempt to retreat his cape.

"This should also hit my offense!

All right! And the moment I held my fist, Filine put her hand on her cheek and tilted her neck.

"Master Rosemayne deformed Starp and threw his cape, didn't he? How do you shoot?

"Ahhh!

Praise came from Brother Wilfried and Cornelius to me, who held my head when I realized that I had no more weapons at hand.

"Here we go, Rosemaine! Stopping is a success!

"Now! Attack them all! Aim for the hind legs!

The knight apprentices, who attack with quick moves, jumped simultaneously to Turnisbefalen. Attacks concentrate on the back leg of Turnis Befalen, trying to take the cloak of darkness over his head, as Brother Cornelius ordered.

Less than twenty horsemen rushed freely through the air, and each erected a black weapon flickered. At the same time, the scream of Turnisbefalen rises, blood flows, and its blood erodes the land. I could see with certainty that it would cause the wound.

I want to cry, I can only look at the battle of everyone.

... Everyone, cool, but no! No! My show, give it back!

Looks like Wilfried had his magic in his black sword so he could attack at any time. I could see loose things wrapping their blades so the darkness could stain them.

Wilfried wields his sword loudly. I could see a lion with a crest on the patterned part if it fit the starp.

"Everybody evacuate!

Brother Cornelius, who shouted so, also has a black sword already full of magic in his hands. Is it because the magic caged looks a little smaller than it did last year at Ditter because it fits Vilfleet?

The knight apprentices come up in the air and solidify themselves in one place just halfway between Turnisbefalen and us so as to protect us from shock, and put out their shields. I also reoriented the Lesser Bus to grip the steering wheel strongly in case of impact.

"Let's go! Ha-ha-ha!

Screaming so to temper himself, he drove the horseman toward the rear leg of Turnisbefalen, and Vilfleet swung his sword wide through the bun. A massively magical caged slaughter of darkness pops out of his sword and flies straight to the right foot of Turnisbefalen.

"Hey hey!

Almost at the same time, Brother Cornelius unleashed a slaughter at the back of Turnisbefalen from a different direction from Wilfried's.

An air wavering shock flies along with a loud explosion sound of two slashes hitting.

Not so much because the shock came to me, which I had prepared by gripping the handle with a good grip, but there was a distance, and the knight apprentices prevented me from lining up the shield. I think maybe it's due to the fact that the priests are less powerful than all the attacks they've been through.

...... what about turnisbefalen!?

If we survived the shock and stared under our eyes, it would appear that the slaughter flew exactly as we were aiming. I could see my right leg blowing up and the loud screaming Turnisbefalen couldn't stand the shock afterwards and rolling in a gobble.

"Yay!

Shortly after he shouted so, he woke his body up making sure that Turnisbefalen jumped in a wild beastly motion that neither felt the blood on his right leg falling blurry, nor the pain his leg blew away.

The cloak that was covering my head is blowing up because I rolled into the shock. Many of the dewy eyes were filled with pain and anger, and that gaze was directed at Wilfried, who was just in the front when he jumped up.

"Brother Wilfried, run over!

Did you hear my staggering cry, Wilfried turning the horseman up? But he seems to have used too much magic to attack earlier, and the horseman is not fast enough to run. Sooner or later, the Knight Apprentices begin to move to save Vilfleet.

But earlier than that, Turnisbefalen, who defined Vilfleet as his prey, began to run well. With his right leg missing, he's a little slower but faster than the Wilfried Horsebeast.

The moment my blood caught on, I said, "Traugot!" Brother Cornelius's roar echoed. You stood right after the attack, Brother Cornelius already has a magical sword in his hand.

Traugot grabbed the sword and plummeted, as he reacted to Brother Cornelius's anger. I see more and more magic pouring in during the descent.

Put the darkness together, the sword glowed.

Brother Wilfried comes up to escape Turnisbefalen, and instead he goes into Turnisbefalen with the kind of momentum that Traugot falls.

Shortly after the two missed each other, the slaughter unleashed by Brother Cornelius burst first into the neck of Turnisbefalen. Traugot penetrated to Turnisbefalen, unbalanced to be overthrown, and swung his sword out toward the shock Brother Cornelius had caused.

"Haaaah!

Shortly afterwards, a loud burst sounds and Vilfleet is flown over to be held back by a somewhat mitigated impact. The knight apprentices, who were cleaning up their shields to help Vilfleet, were also shocked.

I manage to stomp and withstand the shock.

After the wave of shock had left, his eyes slowly opened, the ground was blurry and wide, and Turnisbefalen lay there. I'm freaking out and my legs are moving, but I can't seem to get up.

"We did it!

"Don't be alarmed!

Leonore scolds the knight apprentices who make joyful noises. Brother Cornelius and Traugot stabbed their swords in several places in a way they were used to, preventing Turnisbefalen from moving completely.

"We're gonna strip the material!

Seeing Traugot wave loudly, the knights descend towards Turnisbefalen. I also went down on the Lesser Bus.

"Material recovery depends on contribution"

The material of the Warcraft that we all defeated seems to change what is given by its contribution. Brother Cornelius explained it to me and Wilfried, who are not knight apprentices.

This time, it will be Brother Cornelius who contributed the most. On the next point, Vilfried, and, Traugot. I stood still with my cape on, and I was also recognized for my contribution.

"Don't forget the contributions of Matthias and the others who were guiding Turnisbefalen from the collection site by the time the rescue arrived, Cornelius"

"Leonore's contribution was also carefully loaded to material about demons that never made it to territorial rivalries."

Brother Cornelius nodded with a small laugh at Wilfried and my words.

"I want the material that Rhoderich can make into a demonic stone for his famous use. Other than that, we don't need anything special, so please have good quality."

"Then how about forehead eyes? I think it would be a good material because the magic taken from the attack is divided by attribute"

In the advice of Leonore, what I receive is determined by the wind and earthly eyeballs, the attributes of Rhoderich.

"That's the thing, so take it, Rhoderich. Make me the stone I deserve."

"Dear Rosemaine..."

Rhoderich looks at me as he was thrilled and nods "must" and disembarks the Lesser Bus. Dropping off its hindsight, I exhaled in relief.

They were helping me cook in Lower Town, so I was able to peel bird feathers and stuff, but I'm not very good at it or like it.

... it's a bit of a eyeball decision.

"Dear Rosemaine, what do you do to lift the blessing? You can't recover it while you have the blessing of darkness. They take away more and more magic during recovery."

Hacked by the voice of brother Cornelius, who tried to recover the material, I looked around at everyone who remained in possession of a black weapon.

"If you disarm it, you will no longer receive the blessing of the Dark God today."

"I don't think you'll ever need the blessing of the Dark God more than once a day."

The knight apprentices nod in agreement with the words of Wilfried, who flaunts his shoulders. "Right," I nodded, too, mouthing the unblessed spell.

"Entvahunung"

Everyone recites and unblesses. Seeing that the black colour could be lost from the weapon in my hand, I remembered that I had no weapon in my hand. He looks around at everyone who has begun to recover the material and calls out, "I, you will recover the cloak of the Dark God".

"Wait a minute. Escort..."

"Cornelius will have to collect this one, won't he? I'm taking Eudit and Haltmoot, so it's okay."

Cornelius, who contributed the most, also has many materials to recover. When I said so, Leonore, who was helping Cornelius recover material, shook his head and stood up.

"I will come with Lady Rosemaine. Cornelius, please collect my share and Eudit's share."

"Oh, I asked for Rosemayne's escort."

I will board the Lesser Bus and go first to retrieve the cloak of the Dark God that I threw myself. The escorts are Eudit and Leonore, and then Hartmoot.

"Master Rosemayne can really make a god's fixture, can't he? I heard in a report that you made it with practical skills, and I'm impressed to actually see it like this."

That's what Haltmoot said with a very satisfied smile. I am glad that it is worth enduring the rigorous training.

"Aren't you used to seeing things in temples like sacred objects"

"Even if you go to the temple to help with your work, you don't have much chance to actually see the Divine Fixtures."

I do the devotion of magic, so the divine artifact always sees and touches. But if you think about it, it was early in the morning or in the time before bed because Fran said it was not good to make Haltmoot and the others wait even though they were here to help. Even Hartmut and Filine, who often enter and leave the temple, didn't seem to get much chance to see the god's artifacts.

... Should I also have a chance to see the Divine Gems?

With that in mind, I picked up the black cloak that had been blown away, and utterly breathed. The cloak of the Dark God is a cloak that absorbs magic. I could see that the magic of the place that was falling was being taken away. Although there is no black sludge, it has become dry and reddish soil from the tea.

...... sorry, sorry! I didn't mean it like this!

Hurry up and release the blessings and deformations to grip the starp and heal immediately! I thought about it and I was happy. Wouldn't it be better to heal the collection location before here? I have considerably less magic for not hitting but shooting water cannons towards Turnisbefalen. Priority should be given to where we have to collect in the future rather than healing the back of the deep woods.

Looking back to consult Brother Cornelius, I stiffen up numbly, moving my giggly neck away from my gaze.

"Dear Rosemayne, what is it?

I can't say that I'm afraid of turnis befalen during demolition and I don't want to come close, and I look up at Leonore and laugh hella.

"I would like to go and heal the gathering place.... it will take some time to recover the material, won't it?

"Even if they say healing...... what do they do?

Leonore tilted his neck like he wasn't sure. It's the end of the trombe exorcism, but they don't know Leonore.

"We fill our land with magic that has been robbed of by Turnis Befalen."

"Can you do that?

It was Hartmoot, not Leonore, who watched in surprise. Hartmoot, who is a civilian and needs material for conditioning, sees that the collection location is vandalized, and he was wondering what to do.

"This is the work of the Temple to be done after the extermination of the Trombe. I am the head of the temple."

... I'm not afraid to dismantle it! I'm the only one who can heal.