Falling Mage and the Power of Divergence

Volcanic area located southeast on the map. There was a representative of the Senavian School of Magic, Real-Christopher, also known as the Thirteenth Apostolic Sequence Fifth, Real-Five, bearing the most powerful name of the generation.

In Real's wrapped Senavian School of Magic uniform, there is no dirt but scratches. He said he had already retired about fifteen people, but he didn't look exhausted at all.

"Where are you, Christina-Saya"

What Real wants is a good enemy (rival), Christina-Saya. There were no other magicians in my eyes.

For Real with that overwhelming amount of magic, a magician other than Seyya can't even develop into a battle.

Everyone is scattered without being able to break the barriers of magic that the overwhelming amount of magic weaves into. Even if I break it, it'll be over as soon as Real pulls out his sword.

I'm tired of boring enemies. Now as soon as possible, I think Seiya and I are fighting a good enemy (competitor), Real.

One boy appeared before him like that.

"You are"

"Nice to meet you, Real-Five"

Real looked familiar to the boy who showed up in front of him, but I can't remember where he saw it. The boy's wrapped uniform belonged to the Camaelina School of Magic, and Real, who had never been to Frestan, thought about where the hell he had seen him.

But I can't remember. Besides, the boy in front of me said it was a first. Then you've never met him, and Real desperately recalls his memory, but I can't remember.

"You know me?

That's a stupid question. Real thought so himself. What can I say for myself, but I am a winning member of last year's Leirian Magic Games and one of the thirteen apostles. It would be natural to know.

"Isn't that obvious? Because you are one of the thirteen apostles. Whoa, you haven't introduced yourself yet. My name is Parnaello-Gulsberg, and I'm the leader of the Camaelina School of Magic."

"Parnaello-Gulsberg......"

Again, the name doesn't sound familiar. But I remember that Real had definitely seen the boy in front of him somewhere, Parnaello-Gulsberg.

(Where the hell...)

Real thought, even though I felt the creeps on myself that I couldn't remember.

(It doesn't extend to him. I'll finish it right away)

Whoever Parnaero is after all, he is not his own enemy. There's only one Christina-Saya I'm looking for.

Real thinks so, looks to about Parnaero.

(No weapons, no magic signs. Aren't you willing to fight?

Real thought so for a moment, but soon I'm convinced it's not.

"I'm just finishing my greeting, and I'm on my way."

The next moment, Parnaero said so and ran out towards Real.

Without a weapon.

Real felt he could afford to see Parnaero without any signs of using weapons or magic. I have a magic barrier that I have built with an overwhelming amount of magic. It is impossible to break this without magic or weapons.

"Fool."

"What!?

Parnaero grins niggardly when he is unarmed because Real has an overwhelming barrier of magic. And the magic barrier that existed around Real disappeared in an instant.

Real pulled his sword out of his waist and set it up, but it was already too late.

"'Knee slaughter'"

The magic unleashed from Parnaero's right hand strikes the Real.

"Shit."

The moment Real laid his sword, the magic already exercised by Parnaero was imminent at present. So Real tries to avoid by forcing his body to lean to the right. But it didn't avoid everything, and Real's left sleeve burned just a little.

This is the first stain we got to Real's uniform.

"That's the Thirteenth Apostle, avoid this"

"Is that a magic seal stone? But even if it's a magic stone, it can't be sealed up to magic."

Real considered the reason why his magic barrier suddenly disappeared to be a magic seal stone, but that's odd. The Magic Seal Stone is an ore that seals magic, precisely the unfolding of the Magic Formation, and should not be able to extinguish magic itself.

"No way you..."

The answer that Real has arrived at, it is something that can be extinguished without question, whether magic, magic, organic matter, etc. I haven't seen the actual thing yet, but I've heard it many times about magical attributes.

That's a dark attribute.

But that's crazy. A magician who can use dark attributes does not exist in the Kingdom of Leiria. Besides, even magicians who know the existence of dark attributes are very few in the Kingdom of Leiria.

So why is the boy in front of you using dark attributes? Real thinks desperately.

But I don't know the answer when I think about it. Because the assumptions are different in the first place.

If you are a magician who once saw the dark attribute live, you will see at a glance that the means of attack used by Parnaero is not the dark attribute. But Real never saw the dark attribute raw, so he couldn't get to the answer.

"Huh, do even the Thirteenth Apostle look like that? Then I'll give you the answer."

"What?

Real gets angry at Parnaero's spare attitude. Because that attitude told me that I could win at my leisure even if I told you the answer, and it was like being licked.

Since when have I been licked? No, I've never had that attitude in my generation.

"This is the one that just erased your magic barrier."

"Is that... a demon seal stone..."

That's what Parnaero took out. That too is Real's known demon seal stone.

However, there is no such thing as the effect of extinguishing magic from demonic sealing stones.

"Oh, yeah. But this is a special order that can seal up to magic, unlike regular demon seal stones."

"Something like that... there is..."

No. If you say that such a demonic stone exists, it is a big problem. Ore that the Episcopal Church does not grasp, there can be no such thing.

But the real thing is there. And now I'm sealed with my magic.

"That face is the face that this ore should not have. Don't worry. This is something you can't take in Leiria."

Parnaero looks at Real with an extra look as he shows the demonic sealed stone he grips in his left hand.

"This is in the dark, and it's a substitute that only a few mines can take."

"The Dark Realm?

"Oh, yeah. Now you can't use magic anymore."

Parnaero was convinced he had already won. Because magical inaccessible Reals and other things are just boys.

But if it's a magic seal, you can't use magic either.

If Real is right to say that what Parnaello has is a demonic sealed stone, then Parnaello himself cannot use magic.

"Sorry to hear that, Real-Five"

With that said, Parnaero shows his right arm from inside his uniform.

"That arm......"

Parnaero's arm, which appeared in front of Real's eyes, was not a human arm. Mechanical steel arms, and embedded there are numerous ores, which are Demonic Crystals.

The demon seal stone held in the left hand, and the demon crystal stone embedded in the right arm's prosthetic hand, such a demon seal stone, interferes with the demon crystal stone and is determined to be meaningless.

"Special iron is used in this prosthetic hand and does not receive the effect of a demonic sealing stone. I mean, in this space, I'm the only one who can use magic. Your loss has been decided. Give it up."

Parnaero before the Thirteenth Apostle, delighted with an overwhelming difference.

"Come on, let's go. Real-Five!

Parnaero strikes Real with his right arm of steel and tries to prevent it with the sword Real holds in his right hand.

"Is that what you want?" Blast Point ""

The moment Real's sword touched Parnaero's right arm, that contact exploded suddenly.

"Knock..."

Fire Attribute Primary Magic "Blast Point" is the magic that the contact explodes the moment the subject who exercised the magic comes into contact with something else. If the Real of the Thirteenth Apostle, it is a senseless attack. If magic could have been used.

But Real, which is even sealed by magic and magic, was devoured without being able to avoid the explosion.

"Hihich, the Thirteenth Apostle has no shadow to see."

From there it was a one-sided battle.

Parnaero masterfully manipulates the elementary magic of the fire attribute system and does not let anything escape about Real. Meanwhile, Real had no choice but to prevent Parnaero's unstoppable attacks with even a sword.

Eat, eat.

Parnaero, who makes an attack without even giving Real a vacation, the nasty thing about it would be that there is no interval between the magic he exercises and the magic. Parnaero was completely manipulating a steel prosthetic implanted with multiple demonic crystal stones.

"You just have to die, die, perish the Thirteen Apostles, etc."

An unstoppable Parnaero attack. It clearly contained hatred for Real.

"Weak, weak, weak, thirteen apostles. How much power do you have? Ah?"

Parnaero starting to get on track, either because he's chasing after the Real thing. But Real looked at such a parnaero thing with a chilling glance.

(What the hell... the hatred being directed against this Thirteen Apostles...)

Real was thinking while preventing an unstoppable fire attribute magic attack at the critical. Parnaello tells himself that hatred toward the Thirteenth Apostle is extraordinary. What the hell happened to him, and was I involved in it?

Think, but I can't find the answer.

"Go away, go away"

"Knock..."

It's been about three minutes, Real that was managing to prevent Parnaero's unstoppable attacks while reducing the damage. But it was time for the boulders to approach their limits.

The barrier of magic woven by the magic that was always unconsciously overflowing, the Real that was entangling it, feels its crisis for the first time. Lose as it is, I thought so, I didn't like it from the bottom of my nature and heart.

(If I lose here, I can't fight him)

Real says he's in the pinch, but all he thinks about is Seyya, not Parnaello. It also meant that it was not in the eyes of Parnaero.