Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

It was as if every disaster had happened at the same time.

I had heard stories about Friedia's "training ground" being one of the trials imposed on humans by the divine Spirit and being life-threatening. But the world I actually visited far exceeded Fujido's expectations.

The training ground - inside the giant tower was the world of spirits.

Inside like a maze, spirits of all attributes imitated and attacked every appearance.

A dragon of the wind emits an invisible blade, and a serpent of earth sprays a fog of toxicity. The nature of those life forms, called spiritual beasts, was different from any demon that Fujido had ever fought.

Sometimes spirits of multiple attributes worked together to produce spiritual beasts with little effect on physical attacks, and even Aria's demonic sword could do little damage.

The attacks carried out from that body were all powerful magical attacks, ranging in scope and scope anyway.

That was exactly where I could call the Spirit Demon Instructor (Elementar) a place of trial. Armor, shields, and swords are useless, and the only way to counter the spirits that push over is to defend and fight back using the spirits that we have contracted.

Nonetheless, Fujido and his weapons are extremely powerful. Even Aria's armor is resistant to magic attacks, and Fujido's Holy Sword Ex can cleave an immaterial spiritual beast like just a beast. The only spirits Limis had contracted were the garnet of fire and the aquamarine of water, but both of them were advanced spirits and, to some extent, they were able to ignore the attribute compatibility and wipe out the spirits that appeared before their eyes.

But that fact in turn delayed Fujido and the others' decision to withdraw.

The more powerful spirits emerge the more the tower climbs, and on the top floor, he said, there is a divine spirit with whom Friedia's ancestors, who created this training ground, made a covenant.

The limit soon came. Maze-like structures had many blind spots anyway, and spirits were shredded more than flesh relative to spirits attacking them by accident.

In the sense of maze-like structure, I recall fighting the undead at the Euthis tomb experienced in Purif, but the quality of the enemy was too different. And the overly wide-ranging attack unleashed in the narrow passage was difficult to evade even if the movement was visible.

Sacred arts (Holy Play) also exist that grant resistance to Attribute Attacks, but Fujido is still unusable. I never needed it before, so I was late in learning it. And now Fujido couldn't equip the holy armor that made it unnecessary.

The scar engraved on him was more than painful and shocked Fujido. Fujido had done little significant damage on previous journeys. Was it at best about the Gregorian and Hell Yar battles that I could call serious injuries?

I can no longer afford to participate in the attack first. In the bloodbath, for the first time in a long time, I exercised my sacred art so much that I lacked divine power, but I couldn't keep up with my recovery at all. Limis also quickly ran out of magic before an unlimited number of spirits. Aria sheltered everyone, stood forward and tried to clear the way, but even the most physically able-bodied Aria was powerless before countless spirits.

And Fujido and the others fell down - they were put to bed when they noticed.

It felt as if it would rise from the bottom of deep water.

Consciousness returns. The first thing that came into Fujido's eye was the high ceiling.

Blink your eyes at the strong fatigue that lingers firmly behind your body, frowning unexpectedly at the pain that ran all over your body trying to get up.

"I... ahhhhh..."

It reminds me of a sight on the verge of interrupting my memory and stuffs my breath. I have fought many dangerous battles before, but this is my first experience of being purely torn and fallen into battle.

There was a bandage wrapped around his hands and feet. On the verge of losing my memory, Fujido should have been bloody, but is it done to this extent now because someone hung the recovery magic on me?

The constantly flying attack magic and the battle against the countless spiritual beasts that strike could be called a different place of death than the battle of Helyar, where the opponent was only one, even if there was a desperate power difference.

But... how is he alive? This world is full of fantasy elements, but not like games. There's no way you can start again from a savepoint just because you lost.

It was an absolute necessity. A bloody vineyard, to a magically broken remiss. The last time I saw Aria's back was no less bloody than Fujido's, and the exit was still far away. I can't imagine at all what miracle could have happened and made it home alive like this.

Look around softly. The one with Fujido is Limis' bedroom in memory. On that bed.

Looking next door, Aria is put to sleep with bandages wrapped around her hands and feet just like Fujido. Its upper and lower chest movements showed that there was breath.

Just like Fujido, the lack of noticeable scratches is due to the healing magic hanging on him?

In the meantime, I set aside the Aria thing, and when I tried to get out of bed to find out about the remiss, the bedroom door opened in good time.

"Remiss! Good..."

"Nao... you're awake"

What came in was Limis and, as usual, an unfathomable Gresha.

Gresha's grumpy eyes made me feel like I had my heart gripped.

Rimis sighed deeply, sitting back on Fujido's sleeping bed.

"Is the wound okay? For once, the church people came and hung up the restorative magic... you were dying."

"Ah...... yeah. It still hurts a little, but I'm fine."

"Aria was the most seriously wounded. Until the end, because I stood in front and fought - but don't worry. Because it doesn't look like life has anything else."

To the words, stroke down your chest with relief. Aria is at a lower level than Fujido, nor does she have a shield. For wearing armor, it should be better than Fujido's, but Aria's armor is not the kind of legendary armor Fujido wore until this time. How much did that magic attack storm mean before?

Remis smiles and explains to me like he's powerless.

"After Aria and you fell - me, I gibbered up. I can only use them when they all fall... glad the spirits listened. So the spirits kicked us out, and Gresha waited in the room, and she saw us bloody, and she went to get help."

"I see... so..."

If this was a real fight, he would definitely be dead. Something cold runs up my spine to that word.

No, even this time - I guess Fujido and the others would have been killed if the gibberish hadn't made it, to guess from the mouthfeel of the remiss.

"Gresha...... thanks"

……

Gresha turned away without saying anything. I can't tell from that look whether it's lit or annoying.

It was a dangerous place. Just because it was training, I was completely alarmed. There's no excuse, such as I was in a hurry.

You should have taken Gresha. We should have looked more closely at the difficulty of the training ground.

Unexpectedly, the remiss bows his head wide. A long blonde tip drips onto the bed.

"I heard it was tough, but I can't believe it's that far... I'm sorry. This is my mistake."

"... no, it's my mistake... I was watching the magic attack sweetly"

Fujido has the protection of the Eight Spirits Three Gods. Its magic resistance is much higher than that of humans without protection.

I guess that's why. What I expected to manage without armor.

I knew the difference between my previous adventures and this one.

I don't even have to think about it, with or without Saint Armor Freed. I've been equipped since the beginning of the journey, so there was and it was commonplace. It has been done with little or no significant damage so far, and now I think it may have been a lot of that power.

With that, would this trial have been a little different?

The power of the Holy Sword Ex was certain. If Fujido had stood in front and cleared the way, he could afford the whole party. If the overall damage of the party is reduced, healing magic can be applied less often and the number of hands can be increased.

Thinking that far, Fujido held his head and took a deep sigh of soul out.

But that imagination is no longer meaningless either. St. Armor Freed cannot be equipped in Fujido. That is a testament to the brave, Fujido also tried to equip himself to the limit.

I couldn't equip him unless Fujido's breasts shrunk, and I couldn't cut off his breasts. I'm not scared. Holy Armor Freed has a slight but healing ability. If a chopped chest regenerates with armor on, it could die of oppression in the armor. Exactly how to die like that is too sorry for people in this world.

I found a lot of challenges in this fight.

I also found that the sacred art was not proficient enough, and if Fujido had been able to contract with spirits of all attributes and attack or defend with spirits corresponding to the attributes of spiritual beasts, the result would still have changed again. And most importantly, it turns out that the resistance caused by the protection cannot be so overconfident. The selection of a replacement for armor must also proceed as soon as possible.

The lack of power in Remiss's expression would also be due to her own challenges. And Aria must have challenges, too.

But now - I'm so glad I didn't die. I can stand up again as long as I live.

Drain your strength and fall on the bed. The impact of hitting the soft bed causes only a little pain in the flesh.

I smile unexpectedly at the pain. Pain was a sign of life.

In the ear of Fujido, who narrows his eyes to the raw testament, a furrowed voice enters.

"Fujido! Hello, Miss!

……

I think I heard something hallucinating......

Wake up and look at Remiss' face, but Remiss also looks at Fujido with a strange look.

Still an illusion......

It was a familiar voice, but there was no way I could hear it here.

Anyway, the girl is out of touch in the Golem Valley.

Could it have hit him in the head? In front of Fujido, who slammed his own head and frowned, the door where the remiss had come in earlier opened in momentum.

Much of the confusion, the thought freezes. There's no way I'm here. A brunette brunette screams cheerfully in front of a stiffening vineyard and a remiss.

"It's a Recovery Magic (Heel) Courier! Arr - hey, people asked me to come hang my healing magic! Later...... yes! I'm here to talk to you! How did you fail the trial? Even I could handle it! And armor, were you properly equipped!?

Fujido fell on the bed again and decided to close his eyes by deciding that there was nothing.

§ § §

"Mr. Ares! As you ordered, I've listened to you!

"Right. Report."

Hearing my grumpy voice, Stae's expression didn't even shake the dust. The condition of the liver sitting is a first-class product. God seems to love staying. And I guess even the Almighty couldn't cure her dodgy.

No, maybe it's because of the price of Doji that the performance has gone so far. I don't care.

Report what's fun in front of everyone as the stay grins.

"Fujido, he wasn't wearing armor after all! That's right, Mr. Ares!

"Huh.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

The report is as expected, but the way Stae says it cripples eclampsia.

Still, in front of me to indulge in anger, Stay said with an even fuller grin.

"Of course it is! Fujido says he won't be wearing Holy Armor Freed anymore because Imechen!