Disciple of Immortal

"Spirit Magic Lv3" Wind dwarf Sword Strike (Silfsword) "

Pomera points the scepter toward Alfred.

Alfred plays the slaughter of the wind released from the magic formation with his sword.

Alfred tried to approach Pomera straight ahead, but the Fire Spirit Fox Flame Ball (Fons Ball) moved and fluttered between Alfred and Pomera.

In the meantime, Pomera jumps to the side and turns again to the scepter to Alfred.

"Wind Dwarf Sword Strike (Silfsword)"

"Gu!"

Alfred tries to take the blade of the unleashed wind with his sword.

However, because it was too close to the body, it was flown behind it by impact.

Alfred pokes his knee at the ground, cutting his breath.

Alfred stares at Pomera.

The Fire Spirit Fox Flame Ball (Fons Ball) flutters to the left and right so as to block its gaze.

He was annoyed by the move and wrinkled over Alfred's forehead.

"... I tried to come because the A-class adventurer said it was a duel, but it's a more plain fight than I thought"

From the audience, such a voice began to leak.

Pomera will be right on target.

This battle must not be made into a flashy battle.

If you want to do it, Pomera can also blow Alfred away without leaving any dust with a high-altitude magic blow.

It's just that if you do that and make extra rumors, it's visible that it's going to be a pain in the ass.

Because there are many vicious individuals lurking in this world, headed by the Human Demon Dragon.

Stand around in small moves and win plain.

That would be best.

"What, you haven't been attacked at all. I could have gotten close."

"Isn't Alfred a bigger deal than I thought? Looks like there were plenty of other adventurers out there because of Ragno's boiling numbers more than I thought..."

Alfred exposes his gums and stares at the wild horse.

He then pointed his finger at Pomera, who was behind the Fire Spirit Fox Flame Ball (Fons Ball).

"Have a cowardly method of warfare! This is a duel! Compete more squarely!

Pomera is a complete sorcerer and Alfred is a swordsman on the contrary.

If you two get bumped, it would be natural to fight this way.

Alfred's fall is the only way he can poke between magic attacks and get close.

... Most importantly, Pomera has a plain magic attack to the extent that Alfred can't handle it critically, so it won't be impossible for him to remember the shady impression.

Alfred had since been blocked from exhausting his movements to the Flirting Fire Spirit Fox Flame Ball (Fonzball), and had been slashed by the Wind dwarf Sword Strike (Silfsword).

"Weird... why, why can't we get close...?

Zero while Alfred holds his sword.

Pomera only uses magic at the minimum necessary.

Even if there's something sweet about it, instantly shoot an extra and recovery is advantageous.

Even if approached, Pomera wins far on a pure level, so you can quickly turn to the blind spot of Fire Spirit Fox Flame Ball (Fons Ball) while pretending to be very natural.

There's no reason for Alfred to get close.

Besides, as Alfred, I would have no idea why I couldn't pack my distance into Pomera.

Then he saw Alfred desperately chasing the escaping Pomera, and the gathered audience was also starting to throw gradually rough wild ground.

"Come on, even if you're used to hunting demons, are you new to magicians, Master Alfred?

"Well, it's a hundred years ahead of us in this magical city."

... Shouldn't it be time to stab him in the todome?

Alfred's face becomes more and more red, and his nostrils widen in proportion to it.

"Great spiritual magic manipulation accuracy. It is nothing short of brilliant to manipulate even the elusive spiritual magic as freely as one's own hands and feet while continuing to leave the magic of the sixth floor... Battle surveys are great too, I guess they have a lot of experience in action. It's like a blade released from close range, all in sight. I'm confident in interpersonal fights, but I can't go that far... At that age, I can't imagine how many training grounds I've been diving."

A man with a pointy hat with a pomela nodded thoughtfully.

"What are you talking about? You just smell dull that kizza guy."

"That's not true. That man's sword moves are royal, but then he crosses an anomalous motion when he sees he won't pass. I know you're not a good swordsman, but I don't see a breakdown. It's a sign that you're used to interpersonal fighting. Whatever the demon hunt is, a pure duel would beat The Destroyed Rosmond. But the Virgin Pomera has read through Alfred's sword..."

He had explained for a long time, but none of those around him seemed to have properly listened to his words.

Or, pathetic......

Perhaps the calmest person in the audience could have analyzed this battle.

I took my eyes off the pointy hat man softly.

"Wind Dwarf Sword Strike (Silfsword)"

"Ugh!

Alfred finally took a direct hit and was blown away by the impact and rolled down the ground.

He was in a hurry to get in shape and set up his sword, but had his cane tip pointed at Pomera.

If Pomera was going to shoot the chase, obviously Wind dwarf Sword Strike (Silfsword) was on time.

That would have been a todome.

"Ko, this......!

Alfred strengthened his power to hold the sword, but breathed out slowly, pulling out a strong force all over his body.

"... sure, it seemed like my point. You're strong."

Alfred admitted to losing unexpectedly and lightly.

Instead of scratching any more shame, maybe I thought.

No, Alfred's purpose was to try Pomera from the beginning.

Maybe the duel was only that means.

It must have been just an act to wake him up like a child.

Alfred stood up gracefully and paid for the dirt and dust he had arrived in his clothes.

Pomera was still pointing her wand at Alfred, but she missed the wand when she saw how it was.

At the same time, the Fire Spirit Fox Flame Ball (Fonzball) disappeared.

"Dear Alfred..."

Sarah, who had been refereed, was also breathing relief and staring at Alfred.

"I want you to apologize again. It was good magic."

Alfred returned his sword to his sheath and walked over to her as he offered his hand to Pomera.

Good.

The wild horses were starting to scatter boringly, but this is fine.

Looks like they settled it peacefully somehow.

I wanted to avoid getting bought weird grudges.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Pomera, too, could have gotten too hot...... But from Pomera, apologize to Kanata too."

Seeing Alfred switch to an adult response, Pomera also looked down embarrassed.

Alfred tilted his neck as the two stops shrunk.

"Oh, what is it, Lord Pomera, the Virgin?

"Well... shaking hands with people is something I'm not used to..."

Alfred hoisted the end of his mouth and gave him a spicy grin.

"During the duel, to such defenselessness. Winning or losing is only possible when one lets go of consciousness or admits to losing. When did I say I'd admit to losing?

"Huh...?

Pomera was still confused.

"No way......!

I felt my face cramp.

Alfred praised the battle of Pomera, promised an apology, and pressed for a handshake by punishing his own weapon.

During that series of actions, I have never admitted defeat.

But there is also such a thing, such a trick.

But Alfred is seriously going to do the trick.

"Now they've packed the distance!

In front of the bewildered Pomera, Alfred pulled out his sword.

"This is what happens when I lose publicly to a kid like you! Means and processes, etc. are not intrinsic! What the masses are asking for is results! All you have to do is get this result that I won!

Pomera was sworn and seemed to notice things for the first time.

Alfred was more of a scumbag going on top of it than I thought.

From this state, you just can't make it by magic.

The Fire Spirit Fox Flame Ball (Fonzball), which assists in the battle, has also been extinguished.

It was totally a swordsman's time.

"Ahhh!

Pomera wielded her great wand clutteringly, along with a lovely scream.

"Hahahahahahaha! Even the top magicians, there's nothing they can do if they pack the distance! Intelligence, too, within strength...... eh...?

The scepter bounced Alfred's sword.

Then the scepter captures Alfred's face.

Alfred's body was beaten and blown away, jumping the wild horse and gaining momentum, and he made a beautiful man-shaped hole in the Adventurer's Guild wall.

The tip of Pomera's scepter was shattered and fragments scattered all around him.

She kept her eyes open and watched Alfred fly away silently.

"... I wonder if he's alive, that guy"

I whispered in front of the Adventurer Alliance in silence.

Pomera's level is more than double that of Alfred, but Pomera is a magician-shaped person.

It should also have an effect on the ascending width of the status.

Maybe he didn't die instantly.

"Pomera, wow!

Only the sound of Philia clapping innocently echoed to a quiet neighborhood.