Assistant Commander of the Second Corps, Armilla Belgrette.
The magic she handled was a misdigit thing, just like the word.
Face it with a sword, the flames drifting around her would strike, and if they attacked it with magic, the flames would turn to defense and burn down the magic, with an overwhelming combat capability that no one would ever pull over.
"Ha!"
And the most amazing thing was that her movements themselves were enhanced.
At first glance, it was similar to the cold air that Lord Karon, who fought in Miarak, was producing by the axe he had, but that was fundamentally different from Armilla's.
If she jumps forward, the flame that surrounds her will burst and accelerate its momentum, and if she waves her sword, the remnants of the flame will burn their surroundings black. The flames themselves combine motion aids with defense.
It's like, a flaming incarnation.
A stunt that can be described as the ultimate form of magic, separate from the strengthening of the lineage, that wraps the flame itself by magic.
But there was a reason I could never pull back, even in front of a far superior enemy.
"Ku, uhh...!"
Manage to protect the blow of the sword held back by the blast while preventing and dissipating it with a flaming sword held in both hands.
Don't meet directly from the front.
Don't stop breathing even if it's hot.
Don't cut the focus.
Use your angles cleverly to minimize impact.
Yes, I tell myself so strongly that I breathe the air heated to the point where my throat is about to burn, and concentrate on the sword in front of me.
"It sticks to the outside...!"
"Huh..."
Prevent approaching swords by drawing arc-like trajectories with sheaths drawn out aggressively. If you look before you throw away the sheath with the crack while letting the shock escape behind you, a slash will be swung down that will crush you from the top without letting your hair in between.
To a clear sense of death, he cages his magic in the flaming sword and swings it up as it is, generating flames that erupt from below.
The slaughter of the swinging flame is offset and extinguished by a flame boiling from the bottom.
Armilla reacted slightly surprised by it, but still slashed at me without stopping the sword.
"... he's clever. It seemed like a force down, but it wasn't like that out of the blue."
"Thanks for that...!"
Even if I manage to take the sword, it's going to crush me now...!
Unlike me, who is crazy and outrageous at killing every blow, Armilla had an obvious margin.
Naturally.
In other words, Armilla does what I do only by my sword, and maintains it by itself and by nature.
The attack of madness on this death is only a sword trident for her.
"But still not far from me...!"
"... ugh."
"Let go!"
In the heat of his throat about to burn, Armilla tries to squash me with force with utmost calm.
But on the verge of that, Mr. Hayate's magic cover enters, manages to pay the sword, shoots the magic bullet in and sets the distance apart.
"That much magic doesn't work! A halfway attack will kill you!"
"Hey, guys, get out of here!"
The magic is extinguished with a flame waved across the horizontal candle, and the flame of the three-day moon is unleashed in the direction where Hayate and the others are. The flame hits directly where Mr. Hayate and the others were and raises a large spark.
The Hayates seemed to have been able to dodge them on the brink, but not many of them had lost their will just to do so.
"Can you afford to care about others!"
"Eh."
Happily, when she regains consciousness to Armilla, she has already swung up her sword.
Again, when I boosted my magic to outrun the onslaught, something blue came into view from the side.
"Gwo!"
"I won't let you!"
"What!?"
Burlin was setting up a rampage with an owl nair from Armilla's side trying to wave a sword at me.
Releasing a flame with a hand that did not have a sword, it was deactivated by the spell of resistance Nair had put on Burlin, and at the same time she evaded it, finally lowered back to me.
"I see, I thought it was unusual for an owl to solve a humanistic language... but when it comes to dealing with earlier vampires or witchcraft, I can't be more alert -"
"Bruleen! Retreat! Me, if I hit that one, it wouldn't leave any dust on the grilled chicken! You know, attack me modestly so I can't get my eyes on you like that!?"
"Guru"
Brulin shakes his neck sideways to Nair's words and snorts with Hunce.
To Burlin returning such a reaction, Nair holds his mouth down with a wobble and wings and slaps Burlin on the head with the other wing.
"You don't have to be so motivated!? You know how dangerous that is!? Don't fight that from the front!"
"...... gfu"
Peppy, following Nair's instructions urging him to slap his back and run away, Burlin keeps a certain distance from Armilla.
Unexpectedly speaking Nair, Armilla was distracted for only a moment, but soon regained her calm.
"That's really funny. I thought the healing wizards were the only ones who stood out, and they're not. It was worth my while."
Temporarily, to Armilla with her sword down, I get my breath ready, too.
She smiled slightly pointing at the flaming wall.
"You'll hear it, too. The sound of the battle from behind this wall."
"Sound...?"
When I tried to clear her ears as she said, I heard a noise from behind the wall of flames.
The sound of hitting something and the sound of iron hitting it.
I don't even have to think about where that sound came from. The sound of the battle between Lord Usato and the Second Legion Commander.
"You'll be fighting over there, too. It's an unusual battle, too. He said he wouldn't be so serious, but that would be a lie, too. There's no way you're not serious about that Rose apprentice."
"... you're still fighting. Lord Usato..."
I was relieved.
He's still fighting for me.
I'm sure he'll have the same strength as her in front of him, he's fighting me without being cowered by his enemies.
That alone kept my heart from frustrating.
"You are a strong warrior. There's no harm done to previous attacks, that's why I'm asking - why don't you seriously use flames?"
"... ugh!?"
I fall into the feeling of my heart being eagled by the words.
Amira still spins her words with a sober look on her face if her amazement has come to her.
"You didn't think I'd notice? I am a warrior dealing with the magic of fire. I understand more about flames than anyone."
Even so, I never thought they'd notice that much.
Before strength, he even has an excellent feeling as one who deals with flames.
"He's a warrior like you. I guess there's some reason.... but that's not what I found out. Either die without it, or die with it."
That's what Armilla said.
The flames that were burning to shake around her also add momentum to it.
……
As it is, she's right, I'll be killed.
No, on the contrary, they do it without Brulin and Nair, Mr. Hayate and his people or the art of exchange.
……
"Nair, do me a favor"
Talk to Nair on Brulin's back who moved diagonally back.
Nair, who was focused on Armilla, leaked a bewildering voice.
"I don't mind, are you okay?"
"Yep.... could you put a spell of resistance on me?"
"Resistance to flames, right? Fine. But I can't stand that many times..."
"No, you don't"
Nair with a strange look on her face.
I say words that I can say that I am ready for her, no matter what.
"Build my own resistance to magic"
"... yes, I get it"
"Thank you"
I'm sure you guessed.
It's about her smart. I guess you understood what I was trying to do because I was afraid to use my own magic.
My magic is the magic of flames with power that is extremely close to strengthening the lineage.
I usually suppress it not to let it out, but if I don't mind using magic, I'll burn myself out of nothing else, swords of blades.
So I've hurt a lot of people and sometimes wounded them that I can't heal for life. That, however repentant or crying, cannot be redone, a sin that I deserve to atone for at the stake of my life.
……
All this time, it was horrible.
There's a power that makes you even better suited to those you swore to protect.
So when I turned that force on Lord Usato, the core of my body froze. That if I ever hit him, I would have attacked Lord Usato with dangerous moves that would not spare him serious injuries.
Still, Lord Usato... Lord Amako, Nair and Burlin relied on me. He told me that he could count on me to be one of them.
It's time to face it.
In the battle against evil dragons, I turned my strength to Lord Usato.
In Miarak, he broke his sword and passed out.
I'm a coward who can't even use his powers in fear. He's an idiot who didn't even think about using it until Armilla told him he was serious about himself.
"... it was always me (...) who was being helped"
I was saved on this journey.
It was a series of surprises I had never experienced in my life. How long I only traveled with them became an irreplaceable asset to me.
"That's why"
I want to protect it.
I want us all to be able to return to the kingdom of Lingle with a smile, without lacking as one.
Pull the other sword out of your hips and grab it with your opposite hand.
"I was finding a reason to use my powers."
For that, I can fight without hesitation.
At the same time that the spell of Nair's resistance is cast, I pour all my magic into the sword of my hands.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes."
The Flaming Sword emits more brilliance and heat than ever before.
But the overpowering heat enters the magic of Nair's resistance.
I can't shake it.
Armilla is right, I am ready to grab the sword and be slashed to her with two swords.
"Flaming sword to the point of misseeing it as a system strengthening. Is that your natural magic? I knew there were people in Hitch who had that kind of qualities, but they actually had something amazing to see."
"It would be an honor to have your reputation as such!
He manipulates the sword and exchanges the spear with Armilla in order not to be waved by the sword by force.
But still, the difference in local power - the difference between technology and magic power emerges, but now I throw away my defense to make up for it.
Those with magic close to strengthening the lineage.
In the kingdom of Ringle, Master Olga, who belongs to the life-saving corps, has the same qualities as I do. I wasn't very clever at first. So when I freshly remembered magic, I used to storm magic and annoy my surroundings.
"I've always hated this power"
As I grew, my power had also grown stronger, and the power of the flames had increased by the time I had to contain it. I trained desperately to contain my magic after even the effects of flames began to occur on me due to the harm of magic close to strengthening my lineage.
"I hated this power that could hurt me, hurt my friends, burn everything important around me...!"
It stays in the back of my brain all the time.
Look at the first person I've hurt. The eyes of people who see themselves like a monster like that.
Throw away even the defense and slap the right-hand sword on Armilla.
Still, she tries to deal with it calmly and cuts up a small sword in her backhand. She avoids it in the past, but the sword, red-hot with all its radiance, cleaves its flaming armor.
"... ugh!"
"But I have company who need this power! There are sweet people who can't help but rely on me like this!"
Every time I wave my sword, I hear something shattering.
It sounds like the spell of resistance is about to break.
There is so much enthusiasm coming from my hands that the magic itself runs from my arms to my back and releases it as if it were burning.
In such severe pain that I cannot even remain conscious, I still cross my arms and storm Armilla.
"I'll clear the way with this force!"
"Come!"
Flames and flames clash.
Even so far, it is pushed.
"Haaaaaaaa!!"
"... ugh."
Still, I pushed forward and shook the sword out of my hands.
At that moment, the fire that was burning from my sword-held arm to my back, and the flaming armor that wrapped Armilla, could disappear.
"... ooh, gu"
Drop the burnt and worn sword pattern in your hand and kneel.
Desperately breathing, Armilla, still intact if you look behind her, was lowering the sword in one hand.
"... human obsession is amazing. I didn't know you were going to rip my magic off when it came to surrender attacks."
Armilla hands on the cut on her cheek.
The magic that wrapped around her was cleaved, but the blade had barely reached the living.
Not so long ago, the flame protecting her was strong and just stripping it was the best. But I wasn't desperate.
Anyway, the original purpose was fulfilled.
"But it arrived."
"Oh, yeah"
Behind Armilla, a wall made of flames is torn to pieces and misted.
The sight inside becomes clearer as you scatter the firepowder. My consciousness is about to fall as a blur, but Brulin supports me where I am in an inch.
With such a brulin's back, Nair looks worried about the direction in which Lord Usat would be.
"Is it the only way to get this far? That was brilliant, knight."
That's what I say, Armilla, who delivers the sword. I can't feel the will from that appearance.
Now it's time to look at the end of the disappeared wall.
Then the sight that jumped in front of me...
"Oh no...!"
The sight that jumped in front of me was that of a beastly monster about to wave down its sharp nails on Lord Usato, who bled from all over his body.
We accidentally shouted his name at the sight.