Black Iron Magician ~ Training Story of the Untalented Disciple ~

The place has changed and the deep woods of Ardelheit are east of the border. The woods are bush and there are so many large trees to look up at, this forest is considered a place where even the neighbors don't lean in for poisonous monsters to live in.

"Have you been defeated... you say you've reached corner level 6, but the end is a shame"

But there was a suspicious man in such an abominable forest. One of a few trees, a man in a mask staring out the distance by the sky. The mask hides the upper half of the face and the hood is also deeply worn, a figure that, if seen by others, seems suspicious. Especially here in the woods. There can't be anyone who thinks so.

"I expected either Goblin Hero or Oak Satan, or one of them, to be destroyed by Nell, but I didn't expect both of them to be defeated. But there are powerful men who can defeat them. Let's just say there was a harvest, as much as I can bring that fact back. Ardelheit, the magic kingdom, small and medium-sized but surrounded by great powers, only a country that has lived and lived for a long time. Still, as many as one or two strong people can take action. Quickly, I will speak to my Lord."

Rising from a bent position, the masked man grinned at his mouth satisfactorily.

- Zdgarn!

Slightly out of sight moment when standing up. From where I was just ahead of my gaze, a loud explosion sounded.

"What is it?

The masked man returns his gaze as soon as possible. What made the noise was where the army of Oak Satan was, the clogging being a meadow area scattered with burnt corpses built by Nell. There was a big hole in the ground there, scarring as if something had burst. Did you get caught up in that phenomenon, or the body of Oak Satan, which was just burning at that point, is gone, too. But more surprisingly, it was different.

"... no Nell Lemule?

Nell, who stabbed Oak Satan with a stop, is nowhere to be found. The meadow has a good view and nothing to hide from. No, it would be possible if we piled up the burnt bodies, but there would be no point in doing so now. So where the hell are you going? The masked man looked to the border fortifications and the army of goblins, nor did he look like he was there.

"Hey, isn't a peek a delicacy?

"- Eh!"

A woman's voice from behind. That's a gloriously clear voice, a voice that asks elegantly. But the masked man learned so much fear of his hair in his voice that he flew from tree to tree. The woman behind it was Nell Lemule. He was the most powerful knight in the kingdom.

"Oh, you're not so surprised at the lady. You're really rude."

"... Yeah, I'm so sorry. I'm not used to standing behind you."

For a masked man, being taken behind his back without realizing it was a phenomenal event. The ability to destroy the orcs without injuring them was originally highly valued, but if we had to reposition them yet another step, we would shed cold sweat on our cheeks.

"Fair enough. So, where do you belong? I know you're a bunch of people with big oaks and goblins, but I'm gonna ask you something."

"Hehe, you think I'll be honest with you?

"I'll let you choose whether to vomit before they wipe you out or after you've scorched yourself a little bit. Which is better?

Nel's tone is Qing Sook's, but its contents are extremely noisy. Around me lies the heavy pressure emitted at the same time as the voice, falling into a feeling of being truly crushed, not a metaphor. In fact, the scaffolding trees are starting to scream. Then you have a smile that you're going to fall in love with, so it's bad in the end. As for her, either choice would be good, but the harm of those questioned is immense, both physically and mentally.

The masked man caught a sigh of relief, put forward his right hand flat in white gloves, and tried to say:

"Let me refuse both -"

- I tried to tell you, but I was blocked. Zuban. I hear a strange sound, like an explosion mixed with the sound of the blade being torn apart. If you look at the source, the right hand, there was no tip from the wrist. It seems to have been nicely amputated with something sharp. The wound is in a beautiful cross section, but there is no blood. The wound was burned as if it had been seared with flames.

"Huh!?

"Yes, you throw up after you've probably been molested. I like that gut."

Nell, approaching close during the blink, was pulling out a long sword with a red lotus-stained body from the sheath of his hips. Slash, perhaps the expression is correct rather than bake and melt. Obviously, it's like a demon sword.

The masked man used some magic to get out of this critical situation. At the price of chanting, he was slashed between the elbow of his right arm and his wrist, but the horn magic on the raven succeeded. The man disappears from before Nell, and he appears again on a remote tree.

"- Transfer magic. If I thought it was a little off the mark, I'd have had trouble again..."

"I keep it as a compliment and an honor. Unfortunately, I will refrain from both of your suggestions. But let's introduce ourselves. My name is Dimbeller, and I am in the belly of a demon king who lives on this continent. I think we will soon be relative to Master Nell, but that will be another occasion. Bye."

"Let him go."

Finally, the masked man, Dimbeller's vision distorts when Zudon and Nell were able to play the big tree that was a scaffold. The phenomenon that happens when you travel with metastatic magic. The next thing that was spreading in front of me was another different sight, a different place. It wasn't in the green forest, it was somewhere else cabin-like indoors. I almost got my abdomen slashed at the moment of metastasis, but that stays shallow too.

(... hmm? indoors?)

In Dimbeller's mind, a question arises. It wasn't indoors or anything that I was trying to transfer. A man in a black robe at the window was reading a book as he hurried around in a cabin he didn't remember. The black robe also seemed to recognize the presence of Dimbeller, closing the book with patari without any particular disturbance.

"Oh, was it metamagic after all? I'm sorry, but they let me draw the destination here on my own. As far as that injury is concerned, it looks like you met Nell first."

"What...?

The man was reading his powers precisely, on the contrary, the situation earlier. Look, the man is the one behind the girl who was fighting the goblins. It's definitely in a cooperative relationship with Nell, and Dimbeller's head is instantly drawn with the worst schematics. That explosion sounded (...) again quite far away, not even blocking it.

- Gi.

Nell Lemule shows up before the cabin door opens. Looking at Dimbeller, no, the man in the black robe, Nell made a muffled look.

"What, it's not Derris. I thought we had more signs, so I thought I'd get some company."

"Thank God you're lucky you didn't blow up the cabin thing. No, I believed you, honey. So don't take that sword out."

"Totally...... Daiwa, you pulled the magic and forced it to transfer here, didn't you? If I don't do that, I'll chase him in one shot at about his maximum transfer distance. If we follow the signs, we'll be fine."

"If you get holed up somewhere else (there), it's pathetic for a soldier to end it..."

The two are somehow in a crazy talking fight (?) I started. They don't even put Dimbeller in sight, and they're bumping each other's opinions.

(In the meantime...)

Dimbeller was unable to activate the metastatic magic.

"Hey......!?

"Hmm? Yeah, that's why I can't. As long as it doesn't exceed my magic power, it can only be transferred here."