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Iris and Spike confronting the wilderness.

The distance between the two is about ten meters.

Spike seemed to be a fistfighter fighting his fist as a weapon, and both arms were equipped with gauntlets.

Drop your hips and get your fists up.

"... hey"

I look at Illis with Spike standing in front of me in surprise.

Standing in the front, Illis just stands with his arms together.

I knew that Iris' weapon was the holy sword on his hips. I know Spike as a matter of course, and I think everyone is a swordsman because even the first time he sees it, he dresses with an emphasis on ease of movement.

If you're going to fight, set up a sword. At least we need to pull out the sword.

"Hande, if you don't do this much, you'll get Keri in an instant."

"... I see. Don't regret your judgment!

Spike, who moved momentarily to step forcefully into front of the Illis, swings his fist through.

Even at that moment, Illis hasn't pulled out his sword. Instead, he hasn't even untied his assembled arms.

Most of the adventurers who were demonstrating their wild horse guts and watching the mock fight fantasized about the sight of Spike beating them to pieces and crushing them.

Spike's prowess, based in the Principality of Ishgaria, was famous, apparently, and no one who watched the mock fight doubted Spike's victory.

Only adventurers are as good at physical attacks by swords, spears, etc. as Spike is at showing wild horse guts. Spike, a famous adventurer for punching him with his fists and defeating demons, was admired by such young men, and many who were nearby when there was talk of mock warfare were not good wizards.

If there had been an excellent wizard on this occasion, another result could have been expected.

- Cancer!

Spike's fist was inhibited by something hard and didn't reach Illis.

"Ice, you say?

Spike shrugged in front of an object that suddenly appeared before his fist.

The ice wall created by Illis magically, as he shrugged, was holding Spike's fist back.

"If you want to attack me, you have to be able to break at least that much."

"Don't get on with it."

Strike the fists of both hands.

"... Huh!

The ice wall was not with Vic.

"You can't even get a crack in it."

Over and over again, I go fisting the ice wall.

The adventurers, who were showing their wild horse guts to a sight they had not expected at all, were also watching in solitude.

- Pisces!

The tiny noise that came to be heard in a space where only the sound of fisting against the ice wall echoed.

Spike's fist had finally succeeded in hitting the ice wall.

It was a little crack - as small as a fist.

"Ha ha..."

A dry little laugh leaks out of Spike's mouth.

Only a crack the size of a fist can achieve after having had absolute confidence in my offense but kept beating me over and over again.

I can't even break through the ice wall as it is now.

"Is that okay?

"What?

Silvia, who stopped by my side quietly, asks me in her ear.

"That ice uses a lot of magic, doesn't it?

I'm not a wizard, but I could use labyrinth magic, and I was able to recognize how much magic was being used on ice walls for Sylvia, who has been in many simulated battles with Illis and Melissa.

If a brilliant wizard had seen the amount of magic that Illis was working through in his body before the ice wall was purified, he would have just fallen out of surprise.

Can we use magic like that to use that amount of magic?

If you use too strong a force, it becomes noticeable.

"You're going to be okay with this. More than that, it's necessary to allow some personal action in the future."

"I think I need to move freely too..."

Until I heard the story in the Principality of Ishgaria, I thought I could help a little.

But that could have made it too late to get around to the back.

All of the party members understood, and Illis was also trying to gain the right to free movement by showing more power than an S-rank adventurer.

"Okay? Then you can't even crush the ice wall."

"That's not true."

Spike, who was about to destroy the ice wall by hitting him again and again from close range, leaves.

"Heh."

Concentrate so that the magic worked out in your body wraps around your arms.

I'm trying to use magic to increase the power of a blow.

"Ha!"

Fist unleashed with temper.

The ice wall of Illis is crushed to pieces.

"Nevertheless, I have to let you have all these flowers."

Otherwise I won't get Ments as an S-Rank Adventurer.

The truth is that it was not crushed with a fist of fortified spikes, but only thanks to Illis, who deliberately made the thickness of the ice wall a little thinner in order to hold the flowers.

If I actually hit him as he was, he didn't have enough power to shatter it with enough cracks to go in large enough to extend to the whole thing.

"How about that!

Spike, who has not even noticed that, speaks up.

But in the next moment, I lose my words to the cold air I feel from my neck muscles.

"Now you admit to losing?

Spike's neck was accompanied by an Iris sword.

The cold feeling was not only due to the metal blade being hit, but it also affected the fear of death being amplified by the fact that the cold air was wrapped around the blade.

"... here we go"

There was no reason why he was so bad at home that he couldn't admit to losing in this situation.

Listening to the declaration of surrender, Illis also holds his sword.

"I won"

"Well done."

When he came back before me, he was smiling at me with all the sharp signs he had when he was in a mock fight.

I accidentally praise him by stroking his head.

"For once, I meant to show you our strength, but how did it go?

"Oh, oh..."

I was watching a mock fight near us, Mr. Gilbert.

I didn't expect the most powerful adventurer in my country to defeat without getting that far with his hands or legs, and I couldn't say anything.

"Can you accept the operation proposed by Illis?

"Right. If there's a party that's strong enough to easily expose S-rank adventurers, it's probably not a problem..."

I can't easily admit it because it's just the operation of having the five of us deal with the army.

Nevertheless, it is not that difficult.

"The other person is an undead civilian. You don't have that much extraordinary power, so it's okay."

The strength of the undead is affected by the strength of the lifetime.

If it was a powerful wizard who became undead, it might have been a troublesome existence like Rich, but the good thing is that zombies just move around as instincts even if the villagers who lived in small villages near the coast became undead.

Even Spike should be able to crusade unharmed for about ten.

"Okay. I acknowledge your solitary actions."

Recognition was received from the Chief Executive.

Now you should have no problem moving freely.

"But let me put in a liaison."

"Fine..."

I'd be in trouble if I wasn't strong enough to be followed as a minimum.

Such a powerful man should be able to be summed up just like Spike.

"No problem. It is Mishrina who will accompany you."

"Is that okay?

We do not know exactly how important 'Virgin' is in the Principality of Ishgaria. At least it shouldn't be a substitute enough to throw you into a danger zone.

"I have an idea why you're acting alone, too."

So I would also like to send a brilliant one from the Principality of Ishgaria.

But as a country, the word is strong that if we have such surplus force, we should turn to the forces on the south side as we originally did, and even Mr Gilbert could not disagree.

So Mr. Mishrina, who is allowed to move freely, was to be seconded.

"Regards"

Mr. Mishrina, who was listening, apparently has no objection to accompanying him.

"We're going to the danger zone."

Where at least a few hundred undead march.

Besides, there are only five adventurers heading for the crusade.

"You'll be fine. There's no safer place for you than the five of you who possess enough power to deal with every adventurer in this country."

"If that's the case..."

I acknowledge Mr. Mishrina's company.

I have no objection to it because even if you have the strength poorly, it's much better than being sent someone who doesn't know about our identity.