Black Iron Magician ~ Training Story of the Untalented Disciple ~

Han, a country located east of the Ziva continent. It is a country that does not necessarily excel in force compared to other countries, but flourishes specializing in fields such as art and music. Many of the people are also one-of-a-kind countries in non-combatant positions such as artists and bards, and the breadth of the country would be a good battle with Ardelheit. However, it does not leak to other countries, and the kingdom of Han also receives the news of the gathering of the brave.

Chosen as Han's brave man was Gregor, a fighting bard, who was traveling with what was once a famous adventurer. Though his physical abilities do not extend to his full-time combat duties, his songs inspire his peers and are equipped with the power to enhance their status. To be honest, I didn't feel comfortable being a brave man, but I gradually came to the realization that it wasn't a bad idea to create a song based on a coalition of brave men from all over the country who meet together, and I acknowledge this. Rather than defeating the Demon King, he is a stranger who wants to encounter a historic occasion to defeat the Demon King. Trouble is, Han's country is also geared towards creating hero songs, and his party will have a strong guardian avant-garde position. But it wasn't that the party was poorly structured, and this was a strong combination of good protection.

"- Then, stupid...... what the hell...!?

Such were being raided by someone on their way to Crocus, the land of flowers. The carriage he was riding was half-baked in the first hand of an unintentional strike, killing two horses first. It was also fatal to be one step behind in grasping the situation at a time scarce in the light just after sundown. One, and another, had their necks pruned before consolidating their protection, and at last only Gregor remained there.

"Hih...!

At Gregor's feet, the neckless corpse of his buddy, who had been bickering until earlier, is rolling. The blood dripping from his neck is blood. He makes a clump, and even Gregor's clothes are dyed red and red. The feeling, still subtly warm, beats him to the bottom of his fear.

"Hey, you make a pitiful voice for a brave man. You're a brave man. Brave man, yet......!

"You did it...!?

It was the red and black man who showed up in front of Gregor. Gregor, who has been an adventurer for many years, can largely judge good and bad gear just by looking at it. of this guy. It's obviously all about the finest stuff. But all of them were stained with blood. Gregor didn't understand how many people he killed and what the hell way he killed them would do that. The only thing I can say is that I will be one of them as I am.

"A brave man. Huh! You're going to be more noble and you're going to have a chosen person! That's what makes me so much of a trinket. I'm me. Ha...!

"............"

Completely confusing. I'm not the right person to talk to. I don't even think I can fight and win because begging for my life doesn't make sense to my opponent. Then this was the only hand Gregor could take. Run...

"Grr!"

"No, no, no! Don't let the brave escape!

He slashed his handy leg with a sword. At the moment of his slaughter, Gregor falls to the ground. Still, you have to run. If you want to survive, you have to crawl down the ground but run away. He has become a brave man and a dream. The dream of dealing with a magnificent hero, Tan, and speaking for himself.

Behind Gregor's brain, previous memories ran around like a running lantern. Many of the adventures I've accomplished with my friends in life and spice, the proud songs I performed at the tavern where I stayed, the promises I made to my village daughter, like anywhere else, that I met during such a journey.

(Oh yeah... I'm sure I'll be home someday, even though I promised...)

Behind Gregor, who crawls through the ground, a blood-stained man stands his sword high and tries to swing it down with his mouth smeared. You can't see that from Gregor's sight, but he knew that the moment of death was somehow near because of the killing that pierced his back. And...

"What a jerk, shake it"

- The sword was not swung down at your place. When Gregor looked up slightly, there was some leg there. And at that moment, his memory is interrupted. Someone stunned him.

"... knife, isn't it!

"You're not calling my name that. My face is desperate and disgusting."

The person who stunned Gregor was a moat knife that Lilivivia should have taken away. The bloody man opposite her was Tae Jiang, who should have left Ardelheit. The knife feels calmer than before in a peeled atmosphere, wearing a purple hood deeply. The shake, once called the brave man, has no shadow to see, only madness can be felt in the expressions that would have shined in the past.

"Did you hear that? You were brought down from the brave, weren't you? Besides, you think Yuna got bogged down and lost the prototype of her face? Is that why you're on such a terrible side?

"Oh, maybe it's because of that... the glory I should have been turned down and dropped into the abyss of despair. That's why I took an oath. Whatever you do, take power and avenge them!

"Hmm, well within your expectations. Thanks for the exemplary answer. So, what happened to the guys who left Ardelheit with you? Where's Muragoe? Where's Edsei?

I heard the name of my classmate. The shake makes the whole face shine even more leopardized and ugly and distorted. Such was like the evil demon king appearing in the story, and was ugly itself.

"I killed him! And Muragoe! And Edsei! Oizumi Asada Kuroki Shimogawa Ooh-ooh! They didn't listen to me, did they? It's all broken. Come on, there's no shard of vengeance. I don't know what to stop now, but you can't win, can you? Then I guess I'll just have to make it my experience... just use it when it's convenient, it doesn't help when it's at stake, it makes sense to be there... it's me who's most heartbreaking than anyone else... hey! So, just like them, the knife will feed me. It's a mess, at least give me some comfort. Oh, hey!?

"Uh, you're completely broken... so that means everyone around you is dead. I hated them, and I don't have anything to think about. I need you to make amends for six."

"Ha ha!? Why would I do that? Before that, don't go with me. I don't..."

Suddenly, the shaking words were interrupted. No, there's a speechless voice out there, not exactly, but I really can't make up the rhetoric that makes sense. Even to Shake himself, I don't understand why that happened.

"I can't believe it, they let me take my jaw off. We've talked too much before, you."

If you noticed, the knife had jumped over the fallen Gregor to come near the shake. Pointed out, the shaking of hands on his own jaw dripping flaccid. For a moment, just for a moment, I felt my vision distorted. Maybe it's my fault, but that's what I felt.

"Come on, how swallowed are you in front of your enemies? Next leg."

Noticed again, the height of his gaze had dropped considerably. The head of the knife, which should have looked down, is far above it. Turning down, the joints on his legs were pointing in the wrong direction. Shaking around here begins to feel unpleasant sweat running down my back.

"Shake it. Come on, he said you can never fathom with such raw madness. I've been fighting real madness, losing, trying on top of that, haven't I? Even if they show you such a superior image now, as far as I'm concerned, you're gonna have trouble reacting."

"- Eh!"

Vengeful ghosts wanted to scream. However, as with every selection meeting, its mouth never spoke a clear word.