Ascendance of a Bookworm

Somehow they have a secret ploy to attack the shield of Szczeria. As they approach Dunkelferger, the Knight Apprentices of Aerenfest pop out their shields with their magic equipment in each hand.

All that remains in the shield are me, Eudit, Aegidor and Brunhilde. Wilfried also said, "Sometimes like this, a lord candidate would be the first thing to move, wouldn't he?," he said, leaving his magic equipment in his hands. That way, I think my adoptive father is the one who tries to get to the head of everyone.

"I'll be sure to protect you"

With that said I touched one of the medicine holders that was lowering to my hips, a cylinder containing a very muzzle recovery pill, as I reliably dropped off the backs of everyone leaving the shield of Szeria.

... What shall we do?

If you can, you should restore your magic. With magic, I can do more, so at least I can feel safe. Except I have already taken a gentle healing pill. It hasn't even expired yet. It's dangerous to take a very muzzle recovery pill on top of this. I will overdose. As you can see from the fact that Richarda and Haltmut strictly control the amount of drinks they drink, there's no way they're going to drink it because they need magic.

... If I go over the dose on my own, I'll definitely be pissed off by Master Ferdinand.

Given the constant use of magic to maintain the horseman and shield, I don't know if I can take all of Dunkelferger's attacks at my current recovery speed. Considering the amount of magic left over and the rate of recovery, I would like a very muzzle recovery pill, but if I suck, I could have too much magic and have difficulty like a service ceremony.

... Let's make it a last resort.

I don't even know if it really works on the secret of breaking the shield. Let's see how Dunkelferger gets out before we do. I gently removed my fingers from the barrel and turned my gaze across the shield. A fierce battle was about to begin there.

"Go. Yeah! Kick it!"

"Never come close!

Aerenfest and Dunkelferger, the horseman who jumped out of each formation rushes towards a place close to the center. It contrasts with the blue cloak that runs into one big chunk and the bright loess cloak that has spread to envelop it.

"Dear Rosemayne, I will take care of all of you."

Eudit takes the magic equipment he receives from Brunhilde and throws the magic equipment from a little out of the shield towards a group of Dunkelfergers. It's a high level of magic equipment that you threw toward Dunkelferger, which is still away, so that Aerenfest doesn't suffer damage.

"Avoid it!"

Looks like we noticed the magic apparatus flying up, down, left, and right together, through the ground toward us, with the blue cloak running through the sky. Few people seemed to have been damaged by the magic equipment that had fallen to the ground and burst, and the knights of Dunkelferger soon gathered again to become one piece.

"Simultaneous attack!

In line with Wilfried's voice, the Aerenfest knight apprentices, who were spreading wide and running on horseback, throw their magic gear here and there.

An explosion occurs from there in the arena, causing dust to rise. Dunkelferger's knight apprenticeship is falling off the beast or jumped by shock with one more, but still the momentum of Dunkelferger rushing over doesn't stop. Around Lartalc, he pushes toward Aerenfest's position repeatedly snaking or scattering and gathering, avoiding magic equipment.

"Lar talc!"

Lestiraut's voice echoed. At the same time, the nominated Lartalc sword begins to glow in complex shades like rainbow. Ferdinand uses it a lot when he defeats the mighty Warcraft, a great move that unleashes a lot of magic. It is such a move that a mere impact that occurs around the perimeter is sufficient offensive power.

That's what's directed at me. My blood caught on in an instant.

"Are you insane!?

I heard Wilfried screaming, but I want to agree with him with all my might. I hurriedly began to strengthen the shield of Szeria, trying desperately to gather the magic in my body that was recovering. I've just never been attacked like that myself.

... because I'm going to die! If you take that one directly from the front, you'll definitely die!

It was a light a few steps smaller than the light Brother Cornelius showed us to tailor the Warcraft with Ditter with Dunkelferger two years ago. There should be a bigger light if you think about it from the battle of Lar Tark, so it's probably somewhat of a relief. That being said, it's not at all reassuring.

"If you don't want to die, back off. Yeah!

Lar Tark waves down the sword that swung heavily. A dodgy light was emitted. A stream of intricate shades of light jumps toward the Aerenfest position.

Each seems to be defending himself in Gettylt, but I saw the Aerenfest knight apprentices caught up in the shock of the attack and unbearably blown away.

Brunhilde, a side-service who has never been on such a battlefield, said, "Hit!" He collapses on the spot, losing his mind, and holds his head so that Aegidor can sit back and protect himself.

Only one, Eudit, who remained inside the shield as my escort, spread his cape greatly before my horseman in order to turn his back on the light, and stood on his own back to protect me from the light.

"Though I can only do this much"

The shields of Varibali and Szczeria sound like scratching Eudit's voice off. My vision turned bright white even as I was protected by Eudit's cloak by the huge light that came bumping into me trying to break my shield. The magic needed to maintain the shield is drawn at once, along with the roar that makes your ears ache with Kin.

I was just concentrating on putting magic into my shield. Brunhilde, who is unconscious and falling, Eugydor, who has his head in his noose, Eudit, who stands with his cloak spread. The only thing that can protect the three of us is the Szczerian shield.

I don't know how much time I had while I was enduring that light. Was it just a few seconds or a very long time?

The light went out and the colors and shapes came back to my vision, which was white. My ears still only pick up blurry sounds like the membrane did, but I hear them fighting in the distance.

Before me, when I returned, Eudit still stood with his cloak spread. Eudit was in the same position, but at a different angle looking up.

"... ah"

Is it because you concentrated too much on maintaining the shield, or because you tried to instill all the magic into maintaining the shield? The horseman that should have been on board disappeared, and I was sitting on the ground. The demon stone for the horseman, which has rolled with the colloquy, hits his fingertips.

"... is it over?

Eudit, in a flattering manner, asks, keeping his cloak in a widened position. And I stood up, and looked up, and nodded, making sure that the shield of Szeria was still there.

"I still have a shield. It must be over."

The moment Ho, Eudit and I exhale and laugh at each other, a dark shadow falls between us.

"... Huh?

I looked up again, surprised that something had come up there. When I wondered if the horseman had spread his feathers wide in a fairly close position, the horseman disappeared. Instead, Lestiraut, with a big black shield on his left arm, jumps down towards the shield of Szeria.

"Yikes!?

I was supposed to be bounced. Ditter, there's no way an enemy in a battle can come in. Yet Lestiraut has crossed the shield of Szeria, trying to push his body against the black shield.

"Duh, why!?

Compare the shields of Restilaut and Szczeria. I still have the shield of Szczeria. It wasn't destroyed. They just sucked a little magic, and the shield itself doesn't make any difference.

Jumping in from above, Lestiraut rises up lightly taking a passive. Eudit stood forward immediately sheltering me from the sound of Gashagasha and armor.

"Lady Rosemaine, behind me"

Immediately Eudit deforms Starp and is slashed by Restylaut. But before Eudit's sword reached Restylaut, Eudit was ejected outside the shield.

"Ah!?

"No one who is harmful or hostile to those in this shield can be allowed in. Even if you went inside unintentionally, if you turned into an attack inside, you'd be ejected... right?

Lestiraut looked back with a cool laugh and saw Eudit not being put in the shield of Szczeria again. I, Lestilaut, Brunhilde and Aegidor, am now among the shields of Szeria. Eudit, hostile to Restylaut, cannot come in.

"How did Master Restylaut come in?

As I asked as I stepped back, Lestilaud raised one eyebrow.

"I'm harmless to them."

It's a lie. It's a ditter and hostile. Even if it is not harmful, there is no way that those who recognize me as an enemy and are hostile will let me in. A big black shield that glows. That must have sucked the magic out of the shield and drilled only that part.

"... because of that black shield, right?

Restylaut strokes the black shield slowly as he says "right answer" to my words.

"A shield made of the highest quality Dark Demon Stone, there is no more shield to prevent a magical attack. You can also go through walls made of magic in this way. It's the treasure of Dunkelferger, sent by Aub to cross his shield in this ditter."

"You can't just give Hannelore to Aerenfest that easily," he said, laughing as if Lestiraut was good at it. It seems that Dunkelferger also borrowed this black shield from Aub, just as we borrowed the artifact from Aub.

"Ahhh!

Eudit's scream echoed. Surrounded by Dunkelferger knight apprentices, he is tied up in the glowing belt of Starp.

"Eudit!"

"Why don't you turn off your shield? That way, they'll come in without any allies playing."

I chewed my lips on the words of Lestilaut. If you look around, you'll see. I'm nowhere near an ally who can come and help me. All that's near the shield in Szczeria is the blue cloak. Even considering that each has a stamp, they will be pulled out with a band of light at the time the shield disappears. If you put up a shield, at least I won't be attacked.

... but.

I can't expect any more support from the outside than being in the shield this way. If you want to kick Restylaut out, you have to be on your own to defeat him.

...... yuck. There is no magic.

I am well aware of how powerless I am without magic. I don't have the skills to fight, and even though I'm somewhat healthier, if I move around poorly, I could fall on the spot.

One more step, Jiri, and I backed off.

Measure the distance from the box that is packed with magic equipment as you step back. Me, Lestiraut and the box facing each other draw almost a binary triangle, but if the distance is almost the same, I think Lestiraut is faster than I go to get it. Given that it will be destroyed, pushed out of the shield, or do something extra, it would be easier not to target the magic equipment in the box.

As I searched desperately for winning eyes and means of attack, Lestilaut had packed a step, another step, a distance.

"More than half of the knights have been blown away by Lartalc, and the remaining knights are struggling with their Dunkelferger opponents as well. Now that their shields are no longer functioning, we have decided to win or lose."

A large hand of mostly adult restylauts has stretched out against me. My palm can be spread out in front of me.

"Take my hand, Rosemaine"

Within the shield of Szczeria you cannot attack me from Restylaut. I can't even force you to drag me out. Winning and losing will not be decided until you take your hand from me and leave the line.

Comparing the expression of Lestillaut, who is sure of his spread hands and victory, I glance up with a kick.

"I don't like it."

I don't surrender from myself. Then is it not as if I had chosen Dunkelferger? Even though I feel anger at Dunkelferger for putting up an unsolicited battle, I'm not going to choose Dunkelferger from me.

To the answer I gave, Restylaut blinked his eyes as if only slightly surprised, then slightly repositioned his body and flipped a bassari and cape.

"It's not bad to be strong, but the more you tend, the more Aerenfest's Cavalier Apprentice injuries you get."

The cape flipped gave a good view of the knight apprentices fighting outside the shields of Szeria. Across the shield, the Knight Apprentices of Aerenfest are desperately resisting. I can see you fighting losing, trying to protect me.

"Rosemaine!"

I hear Wilfried roll out his sword and scream as he cuts it off with Dunkelferger's knight apprentice. No one has given up yet. I was further disinclined to surrender. Only the desire not to lose recruits me.

"... I didn't just want to take this means"

And I will do my hand upon my hips, and take the drugged cylinder, and press the demonic stone at the top, and open the lid. There was an indescribably strong smell, and I accidentally breathed "Ugh". It's been too long and I hesitate not to think of drinking.

"Hey, what are you drinking?

After seeing the upset in Lestiraut's eyes, which I had plenty of room for, I took all the extremely muzzled pills.

"Nguuuuu!

I cannot bear the intense bitterness of my tongue and the tremendous smell that comes up from the back of my throat, and I crumble to the spot with my mouth held down, tears zeroed and I grieve as I twist my body.

... you could die before you win!

"Rosemaine, who..."

Lestiraut, who changed his complexion, rushed over and knelt before me.

"He said it was poisoning!?

... No! It's not poison. Medicine!... for once.

I'd argue, but not in a very capable state. I hold my mouth in tears and endure the awful taste for a while. I found my magic to recover and pulled out my body's strength. I feel I've lost quite a bit of strength because of my anguish, but that strength also recovers.

Waiting for his recovery while he fell down, he gently touched my cheek as Restylaut moved. I hear a batch of tiny noises, and Lesti Laut's hand is played. The amulet Ferdinand was letting me have seemed to react, although Lestillaut, who has a black shield, was never played by the Szerian shield.

"... so bad, Rosemaine"

I slowly open my eyes as I say, "Isn't it natural" to a grunt like the power of Restylaut has fallen out?

"Hey, Master Restylaut. I haven't lost yet."

I rose up in front of the restylauts with a great eye, and I paid for the grass and soil attached to my hair and clothes. Magic is healing.

"Brother Wilfried, Lord Restylaut, I will deal with him. Take away Master Hannelore!

In an attempt to capture me the moment the shield disappears, the spare Dunkelferger knight apprentice is near the shield of Szczeria. The closest thing to Hannelore is Wilfried, who has just defeated one Dunkelferger knight apprentice.

"I entrust the victory of Aerenfest to Brother Wilfried....... Randze!

With the spear of Lydenshaft in my hand, which brings the blue lightning together, I turned to Restylaut. Hannelore, I'm not at all willing to use it on my opponent, but Restylaut won't need to hesitate.

Lestiraut wears a black shield while alerting Lyden Shaft's spear. The knight apprentices of Dunkelferger ran out on horseback to protect Hannelore, while others were spotted on the spear of the Rydenshaft.

I held the spear of the Lyden shaft with both hands, which did not feel the weight, because it was made of my own starp. The aim is the black shield of Restylaut. Without that, we can kick Restylaut out of the shield.

It doesn't make any sense to martial arts. All I can do is wield a spear.

"Huh!

Lestillaught lightly avoided the spear I protruded. I turn the spear sideways as it is, because it has been avoided. Even a mess is good. For now, if you hit it, it should be some kind of attack.

"Go! Go!"

"You suck at this, but that spear is dangerous."

Whatever my skill, the spear is definitely dangerous. You can't even touch Restylaut. After several attacks, Restylaut received the spear of the Lyden shaft, which I wield appropriately, with a black shield.

Gatin! and there was a hard noise, and the spear and shield hit. At the next moment, there is a fierce sound of magic and magic rebelling, and the light can play on the surface of the black shield.

Unexpectedly, Restylaut waves his shield and plays my spear. In my hand was a spear that had lost its blue light.

"What!?

Eyes like Lestiraut saw an incredible object, staring at a spear that had lost light. I, on the contrary, beheld the shield of Lestillau in a stark manner.

... the shield is golden from the middle.

Did you inhale all the spear magic of the Lyden shaft, the black shield was now not black, stained in a light yellow, and starting to scatter from the middle where the spear was hitting.

Apparently he noticed at the end of my gaze that Lesti Laut said, "Whoops!?" Raise your voice and look down at the shield.

"Rosemaine, who... what do you mean!?

Immediately after he noticed the shield going golden and shouted at me, Lestiraut was played and kicked out of the shield.

"Rosemaine, that shield is Dunkelferger's treasure!

Seeing the shield gradually disintegrating, there is nothing more to be done about what Lestiraut is barking beyond the shield of Szeeria but has begun to gold powder with a magical saturation.

"Even if you say such a thing, isn't it natural that if you let Gedurlich out, Fruiträne would take it away from you? It was an accident caused by Avery Bee's alarm."

I leave it to my anger to attack the shield of Szeria, and when I see the restylaut being bounced off, I stroke my chest down.

"Now you're not losing Aerenfest. After that, if Brother Wilfried will dictate to Lady Hannelore..."

"Something comes from above! Please be careful!

Hillsur, who is judging in the audience higher than the arena, suddenly raised his voice. Ba and looking up at the voice of a sharp warning, a lot of shadows appear over the arena, sticking in with the sound of a whisper.

"The Virgin of Aerenfest belongs to the winner! I'm not giving it to Dunkelferger!

It wasn't one territory that jumped into the arena. The knight apprentices of the colorful cloak are consolidating themselves in their armor and holding their weapons.

"I'll stand in your way. Ahhh!

"Have you forgotten that small and medium-sized territories couldn't beat us at all even with mixing!?

Dunkelferger's knight apprentices turned the horseman upwards so as to respond to the wrath of Restylaut, which took the form of being disturbed Ditter. He sets up his weapon, exposes his anger, and rushes up into the air.

It was Hannelore alone who could not move off the spot as a treasure that was left in the enemy formation.

"Dear Hannelore!

As magic attacks from various territories descended from above, Wilfried called on Hannelore, who was sitting in the shadow of his shield with a shield out in Gettylt. That villefleet is also shielded and ready for an attack from above.

"It's dangerous here now that we don't even have protection. Come to Aerenfest. At least, I think it's safer here with Rosemaine's shield."

"But I can't leave here..."

An attack from above struck Vilfleet's shield in front of a waving Hannelore. "Yikes!?," Hannelore shouted a small scream, "Ugh," a small groan leaked out of Vilfleet's mouth.

After withstanding the attack, Wilfried offered his hand to Hannelore.

"I wouldn't say this if it was just a battle between Dunkelferger and Aerenfest. But now there are dangerous intruders. With this kind of intrusion, it will be difficult to continue Ditter. Hannelore thinks best of your own safety."

If you look at the blue cloak trying to stop the colorful cloak from coming down, you're angry that it got in the way of the battle, so you know it hasn't come with the battle yet.

If you look at the magic of one attack after another that comes down, you can see that the opponent is not trying to do a numbered ditter, but is trying to get in the way of Dunkelferger, who is trying to get the Virgin of Aerenfest.

And if you look into the deep green eyes of Vilfleet, who is offering his hand, you can see that he guides the safety of Hannelore more than the destination of the battle.

Hannelore stood up.

Turn off your shield of your own free will, and when you leave the formation, take Vilfleet's hand.

Hannelore also laughed at Wilfried, who gave me a relief look at Hannelore moving.

"I'm coming to Aerenfest"

Hidden as attacks from various territories poured down, the victory or loss of the Ditter battle was decided.