Falling Mage and the Power of Divergence

D'Arta and the Warcraft started the fight, and it was about fifteen minutes away. Still, however, the two have not been able to give each other a decisive beating.

Even if it's intact, two people with severe wear and tear. It seems pretty tight in D'Arta.

"Ha-ha."

"Gru ~"

Both try to recover a little while alerting around themselves in a deep mist.

Seiya sees both of those things and realizes that she is still jilli poor. And I also thought that if the fight prolonged in this state, Dalta would surely lose.

D'Arta stands around using the thick fog well, but she is not the kind of magician who stands avant-garde in the first place. Even so, it is now in the avant-garde, and it is also coming alone.

It is commendable that we are in such a battle at that point. But the longer the battle, the more likely it is to be worn out in Dalta. Even now, frontal vigilance is sweet.

On the other hand, although the Warcraft is wearing off, I still feel the leeway. Perhaps because Seyya is using 'Dark Waves' to inhibit the magic of Warcraft, Warcraft is throwing away the option of using magic.

I guess that's why they definitely consume less magic and still have more health than Dalta. This means that, if we keep going, Dalta's defeat in the shortage of gas awaits where it was raised.

"Oh, I don't really feel like it, but I can't help it"

Seiya moves to D'Arta, whining so. At that time, the signs are erased and approached so that they are not mistaken for warcraft.

"Dalta"

"!?... Seiya?

D'Arta is suddenly surprised by the fact that Seyya called him from behind, but Seyya gets to the point without worrying.

"You lose like this. So I'm gonna stop him from moving, and you're gonna have to let him stay."

"I don't..."

I didn't like that, it was D'Arta who tried to argue, but soon the word broke off. Actually, I know D'Arta herself. As it is, I am defeated by that Warcraft.

Even Saiya doesn't fail to understand D'Arta's vengeance. Rather, I can empathize. But if you say you want to accomplish revenge by yourself and you lose, you have no ex or child. That is why I made this proposal with the knowledge that it would be disputed by D'Arta.

And D'Arta also found that Seyya had come up with this suggestion after understanding her feelings. Seyya has made me fight as I think I have. That draws Dalta's thoughts. In the meantime, Seyya offered to cover me.

D'Arta chooses to hold back her feelings and ensure that she achieves revenge.

"Please, Seiya."

"Leave it to me."

That's what Seyya says, she sees about the Warcraft with her raised visual abilities. And exercised magic against the Warcraft.

"The Hammer."

The moment Seyya exercised her magic, suddenly there is mysterious gravity on the Warcraft. It was also so heavy gravity that it was impossible to move the body, and the Warcraft was nailed to the spot.

Having confirmed that he has stopped the Warcraft movement, Seiya immediately calls Dalta's name.

"Dalta yet. Hit him with all your strength."

"Okay."

D'Arta nods forcefully, staring in the direction where the Warcraft would be.

"You killed your father and your mother. So I will never forgive you. This is my only magic I created to kill you. Eat. Dedicate my soul to the Misty Witch, and therefore the Misty Witch rewards me, and here is the covenant of Ai." Misty Sword Hell - Thousand - "

When D'Arta finishes the chant, it spreads to one side of the perimeter as a kind. No, the deep fog clears. No, if I were to say it accurately, the fog turned into the shape of a sword, and the sunlight stabbed me.

Countless white swords waiting in the air. If all of it was born out of deep mist, the number is unknown. I wonder if there are exactly a thousand of them.

D'Arta sees about the Warcraft with cold eyes.

"That's it. Regret killing my father and mother in the afterlife." Thousand Spikes. "

The moment Dalta lowered his right hand, pouring towards the Warcraft, which simultaneously has a thousand foggy swords sealing his movements. No mercy exists there.

The Warcraft screams like a scream whenever the sword stabs his body, but Dalta keeps pouring the sword down without worrying. And when all the swords fell without thirty seconds, by then the Warcraft had already taken his breath and had holes in his body. Furthermore, my arms and legs are still about to be removed.

That was the last look of a bear warcraft.

"Satisfied?

"Yeah."

"Then I'll take care of that body, okay?

"Yeah."

Upon hearing D'Arta's answer, Seyya exercises the 'Dark Wave' against the remains of the Warcraft. And wiped out the remains of the Warcraft.

When he saw the sight, D'Arta grated his chest that it was finally over. Long revenge spanning about a decade has finally come to an end.

"Seiya"

"What's up?

Seiya is a little confused by Dalta, who calls about Seiya in a changed attitude.

"Thank you. Yeah, thank you. Warcraft Crusade, help me avenge you"

"What's the matter, suddenly changed?

"No, it's nothing. Instead, forgive my previous disrespect"

Dalta that changes as if people have changed. I can't feel Ponkotsuola in its appearance.

"What's going on, really?

"No, this is what we servants really are. I was hiding something about it."

"Something?

"Yes, it's a contract ritual."

Seiya necks the unheard word of a covenant ritual. But D'Arta keeps talking.

"A contractual ritual is a ritual in which a servant who can be used by a privileged magician pledges eternal loyalty to his master, and the timing of which is determined by the servant himself"

"I mean, you've never been loyal to me before?

"What? Oh, yeah... the textbooks at times like this..."

Dalta panicking about Saiya's allegations. That look is the usual Dalta, just a little reassuring Seiya. But D'Arta quickly changed the atmosphere again.

"With all due respect, I will. But work has been a sincere endeavor. And this time, with your help for my personal use, I, D'Arta, have resolved to pledge my eternal loyalty to our special magician, Lord Christina-Saya."

Hear D'Arta explain, Seiya somehow grasp the full story. I mean, I guess this ritual is a necessity for premium magicians and servants.

"Okay. So what am I supposed to do?

"Yes, I know it's thick, but if you could just mouth my forehead..."

That's what D'Arta says, with one foot on the ground and kneeling. And I looked up, and I stared at Seyya.

"All you have to do is mouth it on your forehead, okay?

"Yes......"

As D'Arta nods, Seiya immediately attaches her right hand to D'Arta's jaw to secure her head position.

"Ugh..."

"What's up?

"No, nothing"

Seeing the blushing Dalta, Seiya decides to end it immediately.

"Let's go."

"Yes, please"

When D'Arta replied and closed her eyes, Seyya took her lips to D'Arta's forehead and mouthed them for a little while. And as soon as I let go of my lips, I tell them it's over.

It's over, D'Arta.

"Yes, now I pledge my eternal loyalty to Master Seyya"

"I don't mind that, but put the way you talk back in front of me. Something's only uncomfortable."

"No, that's not how..."

"Orders."

"Ok...... ok"

Seiya smiles at the way Dalta talks has always been.

"I knew you'd look more like Dalta."

"What do you mean, you look like me!?

"I don't know, look, let's go"

Saiya says so, walking towards the 'magically powered fully automatic two-wheeler'.

Looking at Saiya's back like that,

"I spoke with Seyya. This is the same as married..."

And he groaned.