Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

"(i) Lord Isolde! You can let those people out when this happens!?

"Whatever you want."

To Kahal's words as if they were stuffed with cuts, Isolde answered without hesitation without taking his gaze off Grace.

The identity of those in Kahar soon became apparent to everyone. Because a bunch of new vampires jumped from Castle Fort with their eyes glowing red.

But... they can't seem to transform wings or anything, and they are definitely a few steps inferior to those led by Isolde. But that's not the point that matters to Fareed. They looked familiar in the touch of their faces.

"I remain human… have I made my subordination a gift for the vampires? He looked down."

"You're not! They gave their blood to hope and gain strength!

Kahar is dramatically elevated by Fareed's scornful voice color. The novice vampires also had a thin grin to affirm the word.

Vampires who were once ministers of the Bahárzad kingdom. I know you were at Castle Fort because of the decision that it was more uncomfortable to hit Farid than to keep a vampire secret, but there's no point in keeping your power warm here.

"... fine. Nice to meet you. I'll give you guidance here."

King Fareed looked up at the sky from then on and looked at the young magician before nodding.

The newcomers are willing to take care of it. The boy also nods again, immersing himself in the fight against the vampire in front of him. The same goes for the others. Each relative to a vampire.

"They're fighting us, Alexis."

"Right. Let me make you regret it, Gilberto."

That's what I say and laugh at. Gilberto and Alexis. Those who were formerly descendants of the famous men of the Earl of Flamstead. My brother is Gilberto and my sister is Alexis.

Gilberto bites off his own wrist and wraps his fist and feet around the bloodshed. Alexis created the spear.

"Don't be alarmed, both of you. And Mabel. With that traitor's daughter... you can see we knew we existed from the beginning."

"Maybe you have a weapon that can kill us, Irvine."

Irvine, dressed as a butler, put a double sword in both hands. Mabel, who answers Irvine, created bows and arrows.

Mabel's outfit is reminiscent of a noble lady. But it was once fashionable among the nobles of the maritime nations located west of Verdogal. He is the daughter of a nobleman, who should have fallen ill and died as he was on his journey to the East.

The proximity of Augusto was, without exception, youthful in appearance and beautiful in appearance.

Even so, you can't guess how old a vampire looks. To back it up, everyone and he were all dressed as anachronistic aristocrats.

If one looks at it, one should realize, like Mabel, that each outfit shows the fashion of the times and the characteristics of each region.

It's - I guess it's a hobby of their lord, Augusto, and it'll be a true story of their bloody background.

That's why - Grace breaks that doesn't mean they were pathetic victims. The intense smell of blood drifting from the proximity, including Isolde. It's also their history of killing. Together with Augusto, those who turned to the side of the snatch. So they are happy and proudly following Augusto.

And - it's not, it wasn't a good practical example of following Augusto, because Grace knew.

"- Why, you killed my father. If it's enough to escape when you discover it, you should have let it go from the beginning. It must have been descendant and kinship for you."

Grace looked at them like that and shook her head to the side.

Even vampires. Just as my own father and mother were. He said we should be able to hold hands together. Yes, Grace thinks.

Why didn't you leave your parents alone when you said that there was also a sense of companionship to advise each other as a matter of fact. Didn't you consider those two?

Their likeness with a belligerent and disastrous grin was completely stained and cut off as vampires with signs of blood wrapped around their bodies. Treating the relative as food, they are even a manifestation of Grace's disgusting existence itself.

"Ironically. He had too much qualities as a vampire. I was endured by spiritual domination and bounced on my way. Lord Augusto had no choice but to receive blood as a direct family member. No direct descendants."

Isolde laughs at Grace's words like that.

"You and your mother were both hostages to him... but also as a result of your plea to Master Augusto? At the time of your mercy... it is unacceptable that you betrayed your trust and ran away. He is an inert man who could not enjoy the joy of rebirth as the chosen one. Even if we didn't lay our hands on it, we would have lost our lives with pessimism."

"... Really? You can't help yourselves."

Returned to Isolde's answer was Grace's insulting words and gaze.

"Horrible, the mixer!

The brilliance of both red eyes looms at high speed and collides in the air.

Isolde was not the only weapon of blood, he used a sword with an entity. The great sword and axe are wielded and beaten at ridiculous speeds, and sparks are scattered and bounced in the air.

Isolde was taken on by Grace, and the other proximities took on the form of Ashley and the others.

Group combat. Sheila, Ignis, and Durahan are at the avant-garde. The guards are Irmhilt and Serafina on Ashley, Mallane, Claudia and Rosemary. And Lindblum and Alpha intercept those heading for the rear guard as the middle guard.

When Mallane shows them how to pray, Claudia's blessing wraps them up.

"Go -"

Sheila didn't even make a sound of cutting the wind, and she went into it with a flowing motion, looking for a vampire. Against is Gilberto. A stormy fist blow slammed in to match Sheila's movements.

"Whoa?"

Gilberto's mildly stunned voice. Sheila scratches out the moment she can match the attack. Activates the demonic props of the disappearing jacket and deceives the visual. Slash without mistake.

Gilberto takes a blow to the neck muscle, causing blood to smear from the carotid artery. but laugh. Smile like a broken smile and narrow your eyes.

"- That's funny, you're good!

I put my hand on my neck and by the time I let go, my wound was already blocked. I follow Sheila, who shows up slightly, into it. Both fists roaring. Released from the power of a vampire, it would easily crush the flesh's body if hit.

Avoid slashing with a piece of skin. Gilberto met with an unintentional counterattack, knowing he would be slashed.

- Gilberto was convinced of the hit, but it doesn't hit. Because the slaughter was accompanied by a lightning strike.

A thunderbolt transmitted via Sheila's sword deprives Gilberto of his physical freedom.

It caused the muscles to contract and the attack cut the sky without releasing as many attacks as they thought it would. For the next moment, Gilberto had been mutilated all over his body during one blink.

"Gaps everywhere"

Sheila leaves only her voice. Having said that you have the ability to transform, you will be deprived of your freedom if you are struck by a thunderbolt beyond what is based on the human body. Still, it's temporary and not damaging, and even how to deal with it looks like Gilberto.

Gilberto laughed with his eyes open and tried to chase Sheila, but it didn't come true because she was inhibited by something that came up from cutting the wind from the bottom.

"What, what? Fake?"

Passing by. That's Sheila's phantom. If you look at it, the illusions of Ignis and Durahan are also in the air.

"This way. This way."

Sheila's voice can be heard from a direction that is not clear. When Gilberto's red demon eyes were opened, they swayed like a candle flame shaken by the wind. I know you're a phony, but you seem to be nuking something, not just a phantom. It looked blurry and transparent. It looked like a round metal disc spinning fast.

"Alec. Somebody - there's a guy manipulating a disc with a phantom"

"Um, I think you're the little kid over there and the fairy on that shoulder. Only those two, they're focused on control. The magic I feel is the same. Suspicious what you see and what you hear"

Alexis has the sharpest sense of magic in his proximity. Gilberto trusted his sister in that regard, saying there was no mistake in what she said.

But that Alexis is beating Ignis, Spear and Battle Hammer together, unable to move. competing with Ignis' giant in a small body. It is a distant sight inside. It is antagonistic in its power, but it does not seem easy to break through Ignis.

Most importantly, the spear is pushing through that gap in armor but it's not damaged. I'm just wondering if I can finally shake that giant off at the mercy of my strength.

"Heavy and tough. It's annoying."

And - unlike Sheila, Ignis' blow is what destroys it on the face, so if it gets decent, it'll take a series of blows before it plays.

If I took it to a vampire, I could say it was a nasty opponent, that neither blood sucking nor attraction worked, nor was it any less powerful.

And Ashley, who also straddles Lavine around Alexis' indicated Mallane and Serafina, and Rosemary, who floats the Magics Rave, are refraining.

All sorcerers. He was expected to be a troublesome opponent, even if he could not see through his hands. It will be self-evident that you will be disturbed even as you penetrate.

"Then I will."

Mabel releases an arrow of blood toward Mallane and Serafina, but she was scratched off when she bumped into an arrow of light that flew in from across. offset. Blood that should have been consolidated is rendered ineffective by arrows of light.

"This is-"

As someone who handles bows as well, Mabel had feelings close to admiration for the other person's skill. If you look in the direction in which the arrows flew in, there is a figure of Lamia swimming in such a way as to dance in the sky.

"... Kuk. Fun people. I like it. Before I kill you, I can suck your blood and keep you company, okay?

"I'm afraid I have enough friends."

"Yes... Then I'm afraid so."

Identify each other's enemies - after a slight confusion, blood arrows and light arrows were unleashed. They keep switching positions as they fly around each other, and shooting battles are waged while maintaining a certain distance.

Predict where each other moves ahead and reward the arrow balls. A battle that competes between skill and skill. Illum Hilt is tailed. Mabel watched the arrow with her third arm, which shaped her blood. If we're human, we shoot each other at an unlikely rate. Red and white light intersect, bumping and bouncing.

"- Oh, man. I didn't know they'd create a state of antagonism. We need to clear up and head to Augusto's reinforcement."

To the sight - Irvine felt it was not clear.

The high spirits I'm dealing with right now - so is Durahan, and so are the dolls dressed as that knight. He is the opponent whose traits as a vampire are difficult to get through. Blood sucking and attraction are unlikely to work. That said - I guess I have more measures in place than I've known and challenged as a vampire.

Probably the easiest thing for us to give is the Beastman girl. Hitting the attack will end in a single blow, and if you can touch the bloodsucking and attraction even if it doesn't work, the energy drain should work.

But - it's the phantom that the girl in the rear guard manipulates that holds it back.

And it is the magicians who protect the rear guards. Even if I try to release a bullet of blood during the battle against Durahan, the ice bullet will be lightly scattered by a wolf with a body of light. The rear guard won't come forward, probably because he can't resist it with his strength and body surgery.

Then Irvine reopened that he would just slap him down with his strength. All you have to do is put the strong enemy in front of you on your back, slash him down, and move on. If you approach the rear guard, the battle will be won. The dragon knights are also engaged with lower-ranking vampires and Kahar gestures, and they can't afford to be on their hands here.

Roar up and receive the approaching sword with one sword and cut in with the other.

But the horse was kicking in the air and leaving early for a moment. The collaboration was too good, Irvine wrapped his tongue around inside.

I guess knights and horses mean part of the same spirit. The phantom overlaps its body and moves away in another direction. Even if you understand it as a phantom, you have to activate the demon eye once and for all to be sure.

You don't have to be. You're disturbed. The direction and distance of the audible sounds are tearing me apart from earlier.

Durahan, who switched positions, comes in again. If you take a distance and get stormed on horseback, you will lose with weight and force. This was also the first experience for Irvine.

He bites his teeth and flushes Durahan's sword at his disposal, intertwining his knight, sword and sword as he walks side by side with his horse and hits each other. When the distance opens, the phantom is effectively utilized. Then all you have to do is eat on the main unit.

The rear guard must not engage in aggressive magic shooting, either to dislike involving the avant-garde, or to protect the phantom girl. You'll be right about that. Because it can't be damaged where it's been hit by a half-breed ranged attack or something.

Once the balance tilts to one or the other just because the situation and power are antagonistic, there will be a battle at once.

- I'm coming.

Rosemary says quietly. The Irvines are not the only ones who understand the situation. The hands that disequilibrated were also among Rosemary's bills.

"Perseverance! Out of the way!

Fly the knight of Bahalzad, whose vampires have been slaughtered in the mood of tearing, behind him at the mercy of power. If I could get slapped on the wall, I wouldn't be able to come up with that, it should have.

But the light envelops its body, and it returns to the battlefield as normal. Other knights and soldiers are replaced to stop the attack and stop it.

Those who are no longer able to move are also brought back into the circle of light in the rear, healed and risen. It was a sight that made me want to mourn which was immortal.

It would be healing magic to be returning the knights and soldiers to battle. It's also more advanced than I've ever seen. A girl across the white wolf in the air is remotely healing the wounds of King Fareed and his men.

Even so, if I get a hand wound, there will be pain. They don't understand the high level of that will to return to the battlefield, unintentionally.

Just one soldier, who should have broken his arm's bones, gets up eating his teeth off even though he's not under healing magic. The moment I was distracted by it, I was getting a spear flanking me from another direction.

"Grr!?

The moment I raised my distressed voice, a knight's knife wrapped in struggle pierces the heart of a vampire. The flames seemed to overflow from the inside of my body for a moment, but quickly became ashes and burned out.

"Lord Razak has taken over the enemy general!

"Whoa!

to that sight. to war. They were barely pressured.

Even vampirization is painful. If you suffer pain, your actions will be delayed. To act unintentionally, even if you say you have gained immortality, you need to be more "experiencing as immortality" or firm will - like Isolde and his proximity. They had just been reborn as vampires, neither of whom were prepared.

And if you're a high-ranking vampire, you don't have to know, and if you get a fighting sword or something in your heart, you don't have a vampire or anything like that that that just happened. It just becomes ash and scatters.

"Here, these guys -!"

"What are the archers doing! Get these guys into a needle! The healing magic can't even be done in time. If I hurt my hand at a rate, I'll be able to push it through with the help of the Vampire Squad!

Kahar summons. The copper tongue is ringing to signal the rendezvous, but the separate moving squad away from the main squad was a separate moving squad, and I couldn't even afford that.

It's not even doomed because it's spared from the pits, but it doesn't have any hands or feet to attack the Knights of the Wanderers flying from the air. I can't even penetrate it because it's something that unfolds a magic shield downward, even if I respond with a bow where I'm approaching. He is gradually scratched by the shooter and slammed into the rubble.

The number of archers decreases while you see them. The Demon Knights chase around the private soldiers who lose their will and flee the city. Even if we don't attack them, we'll chase them around until they fall, and they'll be useless as a force of war.

Separation of squads and squads. Dimensions of the chain of command. Kahar's private soldiers are reduced in number without even being able to carry out organized counter-attacks.

"Whoa!?

King Fareed's unleashed arrows plunder in front of Kahar's eyes. Dropped from the ground dragon, it rolls onto the ground without even being able to use a levitation.

Fareed stood in front of Kahar, who painted the dust and raised his face.

"Oh, my...!

Fareed already has a song knife in his hand. Meanwhile, a magic wand is also held in Kahar's hands.

Step in and the knife will arrive in time. Swords, magic and. Which is faster - the distance that each other's skill can tell.

But Kahar let go of his wand and turned his palm toward Fareed so that he could stop pushing.

"Ma, wait! I thought you said you'd grant surrender! The king flips his words and deeds!?

"... it's about the soldiers who follow you. You think it's the kind of story you can want to mess up the country and lead the soldiers by your own will? Take the scepter as a general, and stand and fight."

"Ku, ku...!

Kahar groans and grips his fist at the stuck reality.

"Oh, it's old-fashioned for the king himself to strike one...!

That being said, Kahal reached out his left hand to the cane on the ground, put his right hand on his knee, and showed him how to try to stand up - it was the next moment.

His right hand was jumping from that kneeling position, from which a thunderbolt had been unleashed. He unleashed a thunderbolt from a magic circle he held in his hidden palm.

Farid was moving almost simultaneously. He was stepping in as his right hand jumped, as if he had known beforehand what Kahar was going to do.

Fareed's swinging trajectory of a songknife becomes a residual light engraved in the space, leaving him with a glow of fighting. Fareed left his sword behind. Kahar remains dressed with magic unleashed. It was solidified with its back turned.

"Gu, fu..."

Eventually - Kahal leaks his voice low, peels off his white eyes and collapses to the spot. Fareed said without even looking back.

"... you have a habit of raising your right eyebrow when you try to lie. I always thought I couldn't trust you."