"... here you go, Mother."
“Thank you, Lenore.”
Lenin broke his cheek when his daughter received the brewed tea. Rinse your mouth and deepen your expression.
Yeah, it's delicious.
For Lenore, such a mother's smile is hard to replace.
Even if you've lost your memory.
Then we can start over. You just have to make memories from now on.
"It's quiet..."
After returning the cup to the receptacle, Lenin turned his head in a restless state. Lenore, who was sitting opposite him, followed his gaze.
All they could see were rusty steel frames, decaying stone walls, and dirty floors. In the first place, the desks and chairs that I was using were abandoned here.
An abandoned factory, one of the basements, dotted around the city of Yubusurla. A great place to hide.
Now that everyone has spawned, there are only two mothers and daughters left.
"I wonder if you're safe..."
Naturally, Lenin muttered anxiously.
After all, Mertina and Belgrette went to fight the "Empire of Gods of Badarnois" in a small group. Even if you lose your memory, you can only think of it as a reckless act.
But.
"... it's okay.... everyone will be fine."
Lenin's eyes widened as Lenore broke too much.
"... for me, Mel and Bell are the [protagonists]"
Protagonist?
"... yes"
I don't remember cutting it.
By the time I got to the heart of things, the world of nature and books was close.
Not only did everyone know the "Secretary of Dragon Annihilation", but he also read various stories. I literally experienced the adventures and plays of each hero.
For Lenore, Meltina was the very hero who had jumped out of a fictional world.
A living legend who ruled the turmoil of Badarnois and saved his isolated self.
And the same goes for Belgrette.
A talent who has always stood at the center of the circle of people and pulled everyone together.
Lenore, who had come from a foreign country, called out to me as a matter of course, and treated me as if I were in a state of restlessness. The noble and unfamiliar standing behavior is exactly like the righteous heroine who jumped out of the fantasy story.
(... yes. Those two are the same, but the other one...)
Right now, there's someone to add. An exotic boy with black hair and black eyes.
When he appeared, it was because he had continued to play a luxurious role reminiscent of the protagonist of [Dragon Annihilation Scribe], [Gaiserius], that he was now trying to take on a nation.
The boy who took on the insane role of head-on assault on the palace will, as a matter of course, solve the difficult task.
... and when the situation is beyond the control of the military alone.
Without doubt, the court wrestlers (Mage) will be driven to respond.
……
Rather than being driven out. The current leader of the group, Androwerze, should lead his companions to the front, seizing the "opportunity to improve his skills" and so on.
Lenore Schne Grosswitz is neither a saint nor reconciled with his former 'colleagues'.
Therefore, I think.
Can't you taste it once?
and.
--A frustration that is too painful.
(... yes, I'm small.)
The girl who was once a court chanting magician (Mage) thinks with a little self-loathing in her chest.
Two years since then. Even if the Androwers were more proficient than before, it wasn't even comparable to the opponent. If you've accumulated a lot of training and developed a tremendous strength, the story might change... but they're not capable of making such blood-soaked efforts.
Therefore, if some ranger were to become an enemy, he should have been aware of my power differential at the time of the report and should have taken other countermeasures without confronting him in person. However, I would expect only that kind of judgment from the court antagonist (Mage) group.
As it turns out, from this side, the current concerns are not about Androwerze and the like.
It is an aldomirar that is enhanced by the fusion treatment and the monotra that holds the handshot.
But still.
"Yes, if Lenore believes in the hero, he'll be fine."
"... yes"
Lenore herself was strangely calm.
They 'll--that protagonist's gonna make it. They'll finish everything and come home safely.
Like so many stories I've read so far.
I was able to believe that without hesitation.
A corner of a small hill on the outskirts of the city. In a snow-capped open area, Mertina Snow looked down on the city near the border.
If you shift your gaze a little to the east, you can glimpse the high stone wall separating the streets from Japan and overseas.
Now, what is everyone doing now?
The unprecedented operation of capturing the leader by attacking the Palace of Ice Radiance "Palace Shell On" with just a few people. Besides, I was probably a part of it.
But many times, it was not possible.
At a time when a nation is so desperate that it must gain the help of the dark gangs, it is no longer equal to the bottom. But that's all it takes to open it up again. All that's left is to pull it up somehow. For the people who live in this Badar Noisy by throwing away their crap pride and such.
Wow! You're here!
The silence of the quiet hill was broken by the rough, loud voice of the man.
As I turned my gaze, a huge figure with a mercenary-inspired coat came. In the distance, it looks like a bear traveling lavishly through the snow.
"Um... I wonder if it was Degga-san."
That's what you called yourself.
Orkester's assassin laughs and peels his teeth. Meltina, who had noticed the figure, pointed out the difference that anyone would notice.
"Huh? What happened to that stupid big sword?"
"I still can't use the unfamiliar product." I'm letting go because I can only get in the way. "
I didn't think there was any weapon that suited this man as well, but it doesn't seem to be. I didn't seem to have any other swords, but it didn't matter to Mertina.
Degga made a slightly reluctant expression against the silver archer who was focused so that he could start at any time.
"Hmm. First of all, I'll apologize for the rudeness."
“Disrespectful?”
Inadvertently frowns.
I don't have a clue - rather the opposite.
I talked to the raging maiden without hesitation and with a full sense of familiarity, and I put a ketch on people's meals and raided them two-for-one.
Where was the courtesy?
Degga reveals the answer in a heavy voice.
"It's about taking hostages." If you think about it, my Lords, the Curelenes... the Badarnois in particular have forbidden the spirit of suicide and abandonment. If so, you must be able to offer yourself quietly, saying that you have taken the lives of your people. I have forgotten that. Forgive me. "
Yeah, that's it.
It's funny because I don't apologize for taking the hostage. It's called a raw 'worker'.
And then it turns out that this man is not a Curerenean - that is, he is not a user of the ice attribute.
By the way, you know where I am.
"No, it's a coincidence."
For some reason, it was rather proud.
"I came from a high place to use foresight to find my lord." I saved you the trouble of searching. "
"Oh, that's it again." What about the bell lady? "
"I split up." Every now and then, I had to pull the trigger. "
"Is that really the 'hit'?" "I think it's off."
No.
Degga's arms widened horizontally. Just like I've been waiting for you.
“There's no other way to win this much. I had a chance to see [Mimi] as the most powerful man in the world. As the edge of a warrior, there's no way you'd be excited ─ ─"
When Degga waved her arms, a large sword of water appeared in each hand. The bending blade looked superior to two miles. With a real sword, it wasn't the size of a one-handed sword.
Hmmm. That's my uncle's technique.
Dual sword current according to the long handle of the water attribute Divine Ryujutsu [Oracle]. This seems to be what this man is supposed to look like.
"Degga is a tentative name for an organization." My real name is Garald Waltzman. [Shuangxi Slash General [That's right]] Some people call it a slash. He was originally a mercenary in the West. "
"Yes. So, can I honestly call myself an idiot?"
Whatever the provisional first name is for, the white [Penta] doesn't hide his daze.
"Oops, I didn't have to call myself that." It's called a [saga], not a way to put a strong man in front of you. Either way, this doesn't make it any easier for you to take down the Lord. "
If you put up your name on your own, you wouldn't have it either, would you?
"Well, forgive me! It's a sexual thing!" Then I have to--Unusually! Battle! "
Somehow, it's a personality that doesn't give much thought to the future. As it looks.
I don't know about that as a member of the Dark Group, but there must be more to it than using someone like that.
― ― And just two seconds later, Meltina realized why.
Watch Waltzman slide in at a speed that doesn't suit the giant.
(!!!)
The speed was not so pale compared to the flowing waterfall. But of course, this man is not only realized with his pure legs.
Nuuuuu!
Side-by-side pivoting the giant body. A pair of transparent swords with terrifying speed scatter Meltina's brown wig slightly as she bowed.
Until now, no one has even reached this shabby fake hair.
Slashes from the lower right, and a left sword to return. With the lightness of a dagger, the big man quickly launched a huge water sword attack.
A magnificent gigantic gigantic as it looks. But the speed is not as frightening as it is. While it is a user of water attributes, its momentum is no longer equal to a storm.
(The arm of the sword can't be underestimated, but...)
Especially noteworthy was the stirrup. Unbelievably fast stepping and moving. This is where the snow is supposed to take you.
It's a boulder, according to my leisurely stance!
Not only did Waltzman get the best of both hands, but he also let go of the kick in the orbit that raised him up.
A light blow to Mertina's eye area, which should have been receded and evaded.
Distance that shouldn't have arrived. It wasn't even a technique to kick up the snow. What the hell--
As I was instantly sealed off from my sight, there was a sign that I was approaching. Meltina's chest, which flew faster than she could think, was right-handedly slammed with a large ruler.
"---"
Having narrowed her eyes and managed to recognize it, Mertina tilted her body halfway and barely avoided it. Without perfecting it, blood splashes from the twinkling arms.
(... this one...!)
Strong.
Open-minded thoughts float in the air.
It irritated him. The fact that it seemed reflexive and instinctive.
(Um, I'm not quite sure yet. Anyway, let's not get too busy.)
Immediately cool your head in proportion to letting go of the distance. It was Meltina who was bothered by the speed of the opponent, but she finally fought back.
Raise the index finger of your right hand and flash to Waltzman.
Angh, the sound of firing rings. The true skeleton of Momentless [Nornzite], who has defeated many enemies in a single blow.
I couldn't defeat him at the tavern. In other words, they were fortifying their torso.
That's why we're aiming for the head this time. It's small and difficult to target, but it's not impossible to do.
Rapid fire that you can't even see, such as avoiding by yourself. The arrow, which was supposed to be settled in response to the counterattack,
Nah!?
It was a suspicious behavior. Speed like an explosion.
Waltzman turns around and moves over the snow like a slide. With a minimal movement to draw a small circle on the spot, the giant mercenary evaded the ice bullet altogether.
With snow and smoke rising from under his feet, the gigantic man who showed off his unusual movements lift the edge of his mouth lavishly.
"... oops, here we go. I wonder if the seeds have cracked. Haha!"
I see.
Too agile to be worthy of a big body. ― ― No. When it comes to dealing with the moment, Waltzmann's legs were "not moving." I mean, who is it?
“Water. A very thin membrane of water and a stream of water wraps around the back of the shoe and glides to achieve that speed.”
It was Mertina who saw the speed and felt [slippery], but it was actually slipping. The water droplets from the previous blindfold were also caused by this.
Waltzman's gleeful smile peeked at him, and he put his two-swinging sword in the upper stage. It felt like a large beast was stripping its fangs.
“Great answer. It's a smart eye, but there's nothing I can do about it.”
Mertina shook her head from side to side. With a great sigh.
"... oh my God, you've been looked at so sweetly."
In a slow motion, Meltina stood on her right hand. At his fingertips, he points to Waltzman.
"Sure enough, I have enough strength to make up for the lightness of my mouth." My uncle may be the first one to bleed me into a fight alone. but..... "
Proclaim, and the messenger of snow shall smile with a mighty smile.
"It's over."
At that moment, the expression on Waltzman's face that he stood up for was frightened.
"Woof..."
“What's the matter, Uncle? Could it be that the water in the back of the shoe has frozen to the ground and can't slip anymore?"
[Penta] laughs as he asks vaguely.
A silver world covered in snow.
It was a territory controlled by Mertina Snow.
There is no makeup. It interferes with the power of the water user, and it can harden without leaving a drop.
Mertina wiped the ground with her right foot and rolled up the powdery snow. The finer they were, the closer they were to the smoke, the harder they were in the air and turned into white bullets.
"Mm."
Shortly after, countless of them were unleashed.
Waltzmann instantly unfolds a thin film of water and tries to block it.
However, it doesn't matter, the gravel of snow that landed one after another corrodes and freezes the thin film.
"Nnnh!?"
It's too late for Waltzman to try to pull himself together, which he thinks is dangerous. Placed under Mertina's control, the ice sheets and defensive tricks bounced along with the snow shells.
"Guuuu...!"
The man who had been exposed to the fragments at close range jumped backwards, twisting and turning the giant body, and stood still.
There, Mertina shoots out her chase. Aim for the eyebrows. Seal the cracked high-speed movement of the seeds and snipe at the collapsed position.
Cancer and the sound of artillery shaking the cold sky.
- It was completely settled.
If this was an ordinary opponent... an ordinary master [degree].
It was Mertina who stared at us, and she was supposed to attack us again.
Waltzman's twin blades made a burst of water in an instant. The two swinging water swords inflated and burst like an umbrella. The blow that was supposed to be sucked in between the eyebrows was diverted from the orbit, only to rub the man's ears.
"Yidde!... Fufu, that's dangerous!" What's the point of having one hair in between? "
Contrary to what he said, the man's mouth was facing upwards.
"... you've prevented it so well, Uncle"
It seemed that high-speed skiing was not the only problem.
If you throw a compliment instead of a tongue beat,
We're dealing with a weapon that's very similar to your master's skill. We're...
The man from the dark organization laughed as he reimagined the water sword.
After all, a sense of complacency arises in Meltina's heart.
I was used to Waltzman's defenses. It is the same even if I avoid it first. It was equipped with a magic [Slip] that corresponded to a shot so fast that it could not be seen.
"Oh... it was a handshot." I'm surprised. It looks just like my technique. "
I've heard from Belgrette and the others. There are extremely dangerous weapons that can fire highly lethal projectiles with the fingertips only.
"It's the same as us in terms of surprises." Perhaps the Lord came to that skill on his own. [Okanagan], it's really ok. That youthfulness is a great thing for me. "
While admiring, he says things like the top acknowledges the bottom.
"It's an honor to compliment you." But there's a lot of technology here that I haven't shown you yet. Let's show off your handshots even if you can't imitate them-- "
"You don't have to do that."
It was a dirty voice that broke in, and it was a shock.
Ooh, the space is at war with you.
……
The feeling of discomfort that penetrates from the ear. Meltina's knees crumpled and crumpled independently of her will.
I instantly put on ice on my soles, and somehow stamped my chin, and there was a flamboyant woman on the rocky ground.
(Er, you're here......)
Black glasses covering the upper half of the small face and a small swarm of bells decorating the whole body. Mutti Nibelier, another assassin in an eccentric outfit.
"Are you surpassing me?" Well, we're done for. Let's go hunt, old man. "
There's no such thing as' play 'in a woman's tone. There is no smile that has always come to mind. While it stays extremely flashy, its quietness gives the impression of being strangely attached to the mold.
……
If anything, is it because of your mind that 'here' seems to be her true nature?
"...... I don't think there's a way to do this."
The mercenary's somewhat unfortunate tone sounded similar to giving up. As a warrior, you wanted to take it out on one of your own.
A mercenary with a double blade of water, a woman who manipulates the sound of invisibility.
Two assassins stood up at the same time with a serious look on their faces.