Black Iron Magician ~ Training Story of the Untalented Disciple ~

Every time the Lord of whining walks forward, the figure of the person becomes clearer. The first thing anyone noticed was its long, long silver hair. Hair stretched so long that it can't be named Long Hair at the earliest, and the more you walk, the more dragged you are. Your forehead is equally stretched and you can't peek into your face. But even if you can't see your face, you can see who this person is. Silver hair longer than her long back length. And wearing original green made-up clothes that are different from those of ordinary vampire maids encountered on the road. From those exterior information, everyone here had concluded that the person in front of them was a vampire belonging to the Illegal sisters.

"Jealous, jealous..."

The whining that I couldn't hear earlier can also be understood at this distance. Hund and the others intensified their vigilance against her as she continued to spell the same words as a broken radio while holding a straw knitted doll.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Vampire! My name is Therese Batten and I belong to the Ardelheit Magic Knights! I beg your pardon, but you are not Mr. Lilivia's sister!? And what are you so jealous of!?

"You really don't know what to remember, Miss Therese..."

However, as Georgia put it, Therese was usually in operation.

"... jealous, everything is jealous. I'm jealous of that active spirit that comes up with Zukazuka in the personal space of others I meet for the first time. I am jealous of the audacity of not caring about people's eyes and calling out loud. I said that the expression of confidence can also be seen in the body, the waste of which makes me jealous of my big breasts. Me, the Illegal sisters are the three women, Odile Illegal. Okay, jealous."

"Are you jealous...?

"Oh, jealous! I've been praised so much!

"No, I think it's just a secluded..."

Whispering, but Odile's dialogue is pretty quick. Hi. I hear she's stubborn a lot. By the way, Odile's chest was discreet.

"I'm jealous of my small, cute face, even though it's the same as me that's the pull-in idea. Unlike my hands and feet like fine branches, my musculoskeletal success is jealous. I'm very jealous of you, who have the symbol of bravery: the sword, who only plays with dolls. Gobble Gobble Gobble, Gobble Gobble Gobble Via"

"Wow... I've been praised too..."

"Good for you, Wee!

"Go boo!

"Um, isn't your Lord admiring your skin tone as fashionable, too? But don't be alarmed, Gobuo."

"Hey, you're jealous, aren't you? What do you normally speak Gob, that vampire? You don't have to be jealous. You're so versatile!

Whipping the old body, Georgia scratches out all over her. Georgia herself fully understands that this is not the time to do that. It just seemed like I had to point out only with regard to Gob language.

"Ha, multi...? (Pop)"

"Oh, it's lit!

"You lit up..."

"Gob."

"You don't seem used to being praised."

"And it's not lit...! How jealous of him to launch such an advanced mental attack......!

"Hey, why don't we fight because it's good enough?

The majority of Odile's facial expressions have been hidden with her forehead, but the change in the degree to which her white skin stained red was clear. Giorgia's growing morale is likely to frustrate unexpected enemy reactions.

"Please wait, Mr. Giorgia! This is the first time we've met, and that's all you've found and praised us for. Jealousy and longing are the opposite! She was clumsy, but she did, and she shared her thoughts with me! For what I've received, it's polite to return it sooner or later! It would be good if you doubled it back! Sometimes when we go in, we say," Follow her, "and here we imitate her!

"" What?

To Therese's suggestion, which is too abrupt, Giorgia, and Odile point their eyes, both of whom seem largely unaware of the situation and what it means.

"Come on, I'm coming! You said Mr. Odile, didn't you? You look like a fairy tale princess with that very long hair! Not only is it brilliant silver, but it's also wonderfully well maintained, as you can see from here! It's so funky to dare drag only a fraction of it to the ground!

"Oh, hey, Miss Therese!?

"Mr. Hund, and Wee, too, come on!

"Oh, and the rest? Hmm, I'm not very good at saying things like that about the opposite sex... I was making a statement envious of the rest of my muscles earlier, but I also think my physique, like someone else (who did), is as appealing to the truth as it sounds and I don't want to protect it accidentally?

"Me too, like Mr. Odile... long, I admire you so much... model, in a style like..."

"Yeah, yeah, ahhh......!

A number of opinions praise Odile, constantly shot in by Therese and the others. If you find a good place, applaud, and let go of the bullet named Praise with the momentum to praise and kill. This seemingly futile act of doing such a thing to an enemy. Unsurprisingly, it was very effective against Odile.

Odile, a period of age equals jealousy, has made finding other people's strengths and jealousy a business and a source of his own power. But I'm not used to the reverse pattern, the act of being praised for my strengths, and of course the resistance is a tease. If you are treated with this kind of hospitality without preparing your mind, you have no choice but to blush while it is hardened already.

But when he's poked at his weakness, Odile is a Vampire of the Octavian class. Even she has pride. He was gutsy enough to withstand a mouth shot slamming out all critical and trying to raise the werewolf smoke of the counterattack.

"Wow, my envy doesn't give in to that degree of sweetness -"

"- Gobble gobble gobble, gobble gobble! Gobble, gobble!

"Well, well, well... (BONG!

"Goo, Gobuo, are you going to say that much!? How dare you...! Her head has become like a studying harna!

Odile's mind finally overheated and burst. As you heard, the stop was stabbed by the ultimate killing complaint by the Gob man.

"Sa, the boulder is Mr. Gobuo, isn't it? You are well understood how they feel. I have to apprentice too......!

"Until me, I'm going to blush..."

"No, so what are you saying!?

He said something so great that there was no more.

"... or take, go home!

A few seconds later, Odile dashed away into the darkness behind the hallway, turning right, letting black smoke emanate from his head. It is a complete loss of will on the part of the enemy, a victory by advanced tactics.

"... is it good at the end of the fight, this?

"Ugh, um. Perhaps."

Destroy an overwhelming stature without sacrificing one. Whatever you think, it is a brilliant complete victory.

"Goodbye -! And watch your step! If you hurry, you'll fall. Yo!

"Ah!"

- Gong!

A duller sound rang than in the back of the hallway. Did you fall out of your head or just the sound looks pretty painful.

"I fell, you know..."

"Oh, that's why I said..."

The Illegal sisters are the three women, Odile Illegal. While possessing the unique skill 'Blood Drinker Doll', he leaves the front without any particular occasion to use it. She is likely to be able to fight as soon as she feels comfortable with it, but she said that there was nothing to threaten the Crocus liberation members in the future.