Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

"Damn it! Why are you doing this?

Going down to the first floor and watching from the stairs, Fernando repeated his behavior of sticking his neck from one end to the room and checking inside the room, the next. Although I fly the blade of struggle towards soldiers who occasionally show their faces through the front door to the degree of restraint.

Martial arts, Feiliao slaughter. Mercedia was also used in the Night Forest, but due to its user-friendliness, it is a common move for swordsmen. It's not as powerful as it sounds, but it's a means of attack that can be easily used from mid-range.

But, well, that's not ugly. He pointed his finger where he was obsessed with finding a hostage candidate, earned his range without daring to put him in circulation, and activated the magic.

"Air Valet"

Where he sticks his face inside the room, a bullet of wind flies and the door closes momentously.

"Ugh!?

Fernando's scream echoed. I keep my face stuck in the room, so naturally if the door is closed, it will result in my face being pinched.

He retreats while holding his face down, but only the sword will not let go with his grip.

I just wanted to make it a little more powerful magic, but the situation is that I'm on this side of the hallway and the other side. In case someone comes out in the hallway, it doesn't necessarily mean they won't misfire, so it doesn't mean they'll unleash that flashy magic.

"Oh, you guys!

But, well, it seems to have worked well enough to draw attention to this one.

When I admit we are, I peel my eyes off and say this in a voice trembling in anger.

"Oh well! You guys!? You set me in a trap!

... I don't know what that means. Traps and nothing. My actions failed, it would be the result.

"... what is he talking about"

Mercedia uttered questionable words to no one.

I don't understand either. I thought you weren't going to start a recital with that little play that you turned into King Melvin.

Anyway, I'm guessing Fernando has set this one as his goal, though. He stares at me with his bloody eyes. I set up a cane, too, but Mercedia stepped forward and pulled out her hips sword.

"Lord Theodore. I'd like you to keep this place. He owes me."

"... ok"

At the edge of Mercedia's words, a clear anger was felt. Then let's leave it to her this time.

He was taken hostage for deception, he tried to rescue me, and he was about to be tailored for a beauty talk. Emotions seem to restrain themselves, but it's not strange that your bowels are boiling back.

"Mercedia! Damn it! I told you not to kill me, but I did!

Fernando barks at Mercedia running with his sword in place.

"I'm gonna throw up!

Mercedia put the momentum of the rampage on her sword and hit her sword and sword as she slapped her.

Mercedia, who would be inferior in strength, retreated Fernando for what had become an impending form but was gaining momentum in the run.

Mercedia goes on offense so that she can push off where she broke down. Dare you, a rough, smashing act, like going to hit a sword on a sword. Every time a blow crossed, a metal noise sounded.

"Damn!

Mercedia's move behind him is mild, even as Fernando makes a move to shake it off at will. He kicks the wall and instantly fills in the intermission so as to fill that gap that he has shaken out.

Passing by Fernando's side, who tried to intercept him, he rushes up the wall and kicks the ceiling, striking his sword off his head. Fernando, punctuated by a three-dimensional movement, put up his sword with both hands and took that blow with reluctance. Can be used to the extent that Greg tries to set up in Chester's cauldron?

The only time Mercedia made an unusual move was once in that triangle flight. Later, he puts his foot on the ground again and slaps a rough sword move like he left it to his strength.

Neither can the soldiers who have been chasing them, for the two positions that make the sound of the spear to be violently replaced. Some of them looked like Chester. I guess I heard the noise and came back.

"Fernando! You!

Fernando barks about what he mistook, even as Chester shows his anger shapes.

"Damn it! This guy always stops by and gathers and is cowardly!

"Are you in a position to choose someone like you?"

Mercedia, with her eyebrow roots, speaks out. That's right. Even this ride with Mercedia would be unwanted. Even if you had the skill to crack it and put it in, it's hard to imagine Chester putting a cross spear in the fight.

Then if you say what is cowardly and what is unhappy... even if you win, it will never improve, maybe it is in this situation itself.

"Let's go."

Just in time, Mercedia laid her sword on her back. The fighting concentrates on that sword and shines blue and white.

The tongue-beaten Fernando also showed the same set-up and focused his fighting on the sword. Mercedia leaves a rugged look on her face and steps in without a shudder.

The opposing Fernando - instead of intercepting him - has unleashed a blade of struggle as he jumps back. You thought you were a good guy, and that look has a grin sticking to it.

But - even that seems Mercedia had folded in. Eat up your teeth and stick them out of your shoulders.

If you hit an armor such as a blade released while retreating, you will not be fatally injured, and you will jump through it.

"Ugh, ooh!?

You thought it was going to be about stopping, Fernando hastily rearranges his sword to match Mercedia's martial arts and swings it through.

but - the way Mercedia fought until then, the look of anger. And this augury of the great moves that the sight showed - it was all fabric stone.

Mercedia succumbs to her body and suddenly stops stepping in. The struggle that was wrapped around her sword accidentally let go, and instead its leg armor glows blue and white. Fernando's sword vainly tore through a space where there was nothing - that, the next moment.

He kicked the floor using a spring all over his body, accelerating as Mercedia's body exploded.

This is our destiny. Fernando, distracted by the whereabouts of Mercedia's sword, ate a decent Mercedia knee kick from his face.

"Ahhh!

My nose and some front teeth snap, Fernando rolled over the carpet in the hallway.

The victory and defeat were decided. Throwing his body out onto the floor, Fernando, who also let go of his sword, holds down the overflowing nosebleed with one hand, the other showing his palm as he begs for his opponent's cessation, screaming back to the wall.

The look on Chester's face watching it was more and more cloudy.

"No, please don't! It was my fault!

There was blood stuck in my nose and it was slightly hard to hear, but I said something like that.

"Ya, please! I just did what Greg's guy told me to do! I need you to intercede with His Majesty!

"You... don't..."

Mercedia just gives me a frightened look.

That's when. Because the sound of the sword trident stopped, or the door in the hallway was opened and the servant looked terrified.

"Gu, hi!

Fernando's expression, which he captured for it, distorted into delight, trying to grasp at the servant. Besides, it pulls out everything from nostalgia to knife.

If there was a gap, I would have cut it.

"Slow"

The defensive magic of the fire I was preparing - Fernando was sticking his hand inside the flame wall.

Mercedia's sword disbursed her hand, stretched out from flanking to Chester's spear, penetrating around her tibia and stitching it to the floor.

"Grrr ah!?

I can't scream at the pain, I can't roll around because my leg is pierced by a spear, I just have to slap the carpet in the hallway and go around.

Mercedia, anyway, was in the middle of a split act for Chester.

"... that's enough. Take him."

The soldiers moved in Mercedia's tired voice and forced him to stand and pull back after holding him against the floor by a few. I've been calling to the end of the day... but it's hard to hear. Eventually the voice will also be distant and deafening.

Well... Fernando is good with that one.

Chester is waving his hands on his head to get a headache while still on the tannic surface. Well... no matter how much you say you've been cornered, your coworkers are in that ugly state.

"Is your shoulder okay?

"Oh, that's not the number of martial arts you unleashed with your hips."

"Shall I hang the magic for once?"

"... sorry"

Mercedia smiles small. The gap in the armor is shallow, but... is my first aid healing magic enough?

Tell Mercedia while using healing magic.

"... by the way, I need to ask you a favor, okay?

"Of course. If I can do it."

"No, please tell the inquisitor, not Mr. Mercedia."

When she told him so, Mercedia blinked her eyes.

"I want you to find out where the adventurer Fernando took us to the Night Forest. In some cases, it may be more important than revealing the relationship behind this case."

"Okay. I'll tell him right away."

As far as I'm concerned... I wanted to ask him a few questions about the conversation between King Melvin and Fernando earlier.

I touched the sealed door and burned it, so to speak. Our party's touching that door, too, but nobody did anything.

There's been some kind of change in the door, if that's all it takes. But... if not...

But when I try to hear something on this occasion, I don't want you to talk to me, and I want you to help me, because it feels like I'm going to bring up exchange terms.

I don't care if it's Jasper or Fernando. Sometimes I can't put my credibility in his words and deeds themselves, and I'm sure I'll make sure he asks questions here during the magic interrogation.