BLACK MOON - Black Magic War Beginning with Jailbreak - [Full story illustration available]

When Lili and Nathaniel Jurai were fighting to the death in the sea. Right around that corner, the battle between Captain Homla and Igor Febraly of the Peacock Pirates was about to begin.

I'll steal them from the Knights.

"You think the hands of inferior pirates will reach the noble knights?

"Don't get annoyed with the way you talk."

You inferior creature.

Igor Febrary was proud of his status as a knight. The opposing homura cannot hide its frustration at Igor, who determines people by their position and status.

"It's just annoying talking to you. Let's get started!

Homla succumbed and pulled out the knife she could carry on her hips at once. With the momentum pulled out, Homla is slashed by Igor. It's a knife extraction.

Kakin. Before slashing and tearing Igor's body, the knife played a tall tone. Homla's knife had been taken by a rod that had been held in Igor's hand since when. It's a beautiful rod, as if it was made by cutting out ice.

"Attack without black magic (Grimoire) is an imitation of a lot of licking."

"Come on!"

When Igor pulled the stick in front, the knife moved away from Homla's hand. The blade of the knife I was dealing with was frozen and attached to the rod.

"More... really beautiful. You don't have anything to let a filthy pirate like you have."

Igor observed stripping and eating Homla's knife on an ice rod.

The head is sculpted like a bird's head. Considering that my body is tail, it looks like this knife was designed to look like one bird.

"Ah⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉\

"Oh, don't touch my love knife."

From Igor, who was distracted by its beauty, Homla instantly retrieved her knife. Igor's left palm, which had the knife in his hand until just now, was burned. I can see a small amount of water droplets there when I look at the sashimi of the knife retrieved in Homla's hands.

"Black Mage of Fire (Grigori)? That's unpleasant."

"I don't know what you think. This way."

Ice and flames. That's a schematic as if one day the battle will be remembered. In the world of black magic (Grimoire), ice doesn't just melt in flames.

Now Igor waved a rod of ice down on Homla. In a quick reaction to it, Homla took the frozen rod with a knife. At this time, the flames were shaking in the knife's body, and it was frozen and never taken from Homla's hands.

Then the flaming knife and the ice rod bumped into each other over and over again. Neither can give way, neither can do damage to the other.

"Doing this doesn't start anything. Didn't I?"

"Oh right. Why don't you just get serious?

"If I'm serious, you're all gonna die."

"That's not true. Aren't you overconfident of your powers?

"Oh, it's hot and bitter. Unlike you, I don't burn right up."

When Igor waved the rod, a rubble of ice (crushed) appeared in its orbit and flew away with a homily in sight. Igor Febrary's black magic (Grimoire) doesn't just ice what he touches, of course.

Homla slashed the flying ice rubble with a magnificent sword judgment. The aim, even short, was not dimensionally crazy and accurate, and the slashed ice instantly evaporated.

Igor continued to fly the ice rubble (crushed) after that, but Homla wiped all of it clean and refreshing away.

At that time, the flames that were emanating from the knife splattered all around him. The flames scattered everywhere are dull, even when the flames of the katana are extinguished.

"What do you want? With that much black magic, nothing will ever be the same."

"It's just a handful of research. I told you. I don't burn up any time soon."

Homla didn't know Igor's belly. Igor's ice is easily dissolved in the flames of Homla. I don't care what you think, it's not like step-by-step gear up. Igor is in an overwhelming disadvantage in the present situation.

Igor slowly starts walking somewhere with a thin laugh. Homla, feeling some chest noise, is asking Igor how to get out, setting up a knife. Without some hidden ball, Igor shouldn't be able to afford it so far.

Coming from the knife to the dull flame scattered, Igor stopped. Then he stuck a rod of ice in the shaking flames. Homla observes the situation with interest.

"I guess it's time to freeze your face too"

Then the flames froze as I looked around. At Igor's feet, the world's most beautiful ice pickling of flames was complete.

"I see. Even if you weren't polite enough to introduce me, I would have expected this to happen."

"That's a lot to spare. Your flames won't melt my ice, will they?

"Such black magic (Grimoire), it's nothing unusual or irrelevant."

The flames freeze. In this world, that was nothing unusual. It is not difficult to go beyond natural dishes, as was the case with the Aces de Spades who fought Belle.

"Stupid pirates. Let it freeze forever. I'll never let you talk again."

Igor Febraly, with his chilling voice, thrust Rod vigorously to the ground.

Then, around that point, something like a ripple occurred. The fluctuations instantly spread around her, and at the same time Homla felt the temperature drop suddenly on her skin.

Shortly afterwards, the ground began to freeze as the ground lurched around the ground point with the rod. Ice covers the ground, as it chases the fluctuations that have just spread.

"Oops..."

The ice freeze didn't stop and quickly froze both Homla's legs. Fortunately, only Homla's legs have been frozen. He's completely unable to move off the spot, but it's not like he can do anything. Freedom works in the upper body.

At this time, Homla was tilting her neck when she saw how the icing spread. Homla is fighting with the sea behind her back and Igor is pointing toward the sea. Why, the ground went icy only in the 120-degree or so range to which Igor was oriented. The ground behind Igor is not frozen in any way.

"Ha-ha. You're trying not to put your people at a disadvantage."

"Exactly. Gracial World. Anything that touches this ice will freeze without exception."

Behind Igor, many of the other M-12s are fighting the insurgents dead. Ice that freezes what you touch may afflict the rebels, but there is no denying that the M-12 could freeze as well.

"Can ships cross the sea of ice?"

"Heh ~. I mean, there's an icy ocean behind me."

Homla can't look back, but surely the sea behind him is frozen. The ocean, which spreads everywhere, closes to the ice as it looks. Unless you break this “harsh winter incarnation," you can't even get out to sea.

"Over this period, why can you be laughing? Stupid fools."

"Is that a bad laugh? I enjoyed the fight. I won. Don't you think?

"Hmm. I'll never know who you are."

The battlefield by the sea was instantly transformed into a frozen earth. The scenery has changed dramatically, but the battle has just begun.