Falling Mage and the Power of Divergence

On a casual day at noon, the institutions governing this country in the heart of the Kingdom of Leiria - the Episcopal Church, the sights that were not normally seen on its fourth floor - were spreading.

The fourth floor of the Episcopal Church is basically only allowed to enter the thirteen apostles representing the Episcopal Church, and is often used for meetings, covert conversations, etc. between the thirteen apostles.

There were two familiar figures in the hall in the middle of such a fourth floor.

One is a blonde boy with a confident look somewhere - Real-Five. And the other is a silver-haired long-haired man with calm, face-to-face but sharp eyes - Basil Eight.

They are both magicians representing the Kingdom of Leiria and the thirteen apostles who belong to the Episcopal Church.

But it is not unusual that there are two Thirteen Apostles, which are also on the fourth floor of the Episcopal Church. Rather, it is rarer to have someone other than the Thirteenth Apostle.

So what the hell is unusual? The answer was one woman standing before them.

"Where are we going in such a hurry?

A yellow-green haired woman who stands as if to inhibit the two goings. Even though the woman was just standing, she wore an aura about to swallow the atmosphere on the spot.

To such a woman, Real and Basil harden their expressions.

"Are you..."

"Why are you here..."

Look at the woman standing in front of you, the two of you clog the words. Because the woman standing in front of them was a big man who rarely saw her. That is a story to take from the two apostles, the Thirteen.

"Why, because this is where I work."

Seeing the two confused, the woman answered somewhere interesting.

If the average person who doesn't know the details sees this sight, the Reals will laugh at what they are saying. But if you look from the Reals, it was clearly an anomaly.

"That's not what I meant. Why are you here, second in sequence?

"You are infiltrating Dacrya..."

The woman who stood before the two of them, it was Silforo-Second, who had placed second in ecclesiastical sequence and was on an infiltration mission to Dacrea.

"That's why I'm here for the interim report."

Silforno returns the answer very normally for both of us. But her wrapped aura is only a little sharper than earlier.

With that, Real and Basil were unconsciously on alert. But there will be no need to be cautious. No matter how much Silforno says she's one of them, if she comes for real, they both lose their lives in an instant. For this reason, it was nature's cooking to be vigilant in front of a stronger opponent than himself as a biological instinct.

Not to mention that the two of them are now trying to defy the will of the Seven Wise Men, the head of the Episcopal Church. It's not strange to be even more alert.

Look at those two, or Silforno hears them in a gentle voice.

"Can't you answer my question, by the way? Where are you going in such a hurry?

……

Despite the gentle voice, the two felt the words had the power to force the answer. Perhaps that's what the two deep psychosocials who instinctively perceived Silforno as a powerful enemy made him feel.

It's also strange not to answer here, so the two try to mislead Silforno somehow.

"I thought I'd go look around outside for a bit..."

"Thirteen apostles for two?

Silforno questions Basil's answer. It would be even more unusual if that were the two of us, even though it would be unusual for the thirteen apostles to just go around thinking normally.

Silforno's questioning and Basil gets stuck in the words. So now Real answered.

"Yes, trying to stretch my legs a little to the dark side..."

"I see. Is that on the orders of the Seven Wise Men?

"It's..."

"I think it's against the rules to go to the dark realm on your own, despite the orders of the Seven Wise Men and within?

……

The honesty that Silforno has spoken silently about the two of us.

The two of them could not do anything before the Second Place in the Thirteenth Apostolic Series. What she says is true, and what the two of us are about to commit is a clear violation of the rules. Even if we try to help with Seyya, it is the opposite of the intentions of the Seven Wise Men, and they have no justification.

That's why I can't even pull it here. If we don't get to Seyya as soon as possible, Seyya's life is in danger. What Seiya is dealing with right now is an even more formidable enemy than Silforno in front of the two of us, Leiria's most powerful magician.

Just because how much Seiya can use dark attributes, there is no certainty that she can win. Rather, you have a better chance of losing.

So I think the two of you want to help out about Seyya as soon as possible. It is not permissible for the young magicians of the Seven Wise Men, who are the future, to be extinguished by the thoughts of some in power. So the two decided to be prepared to act according to their righteousness, not as magicians of the Episcopal Church, but as one magician.

"What are you going to do?

Silforno stares at Real and Basil, who put their weapons against him.

At the same time, the pressure of the strong relegated from Silforno against Real and Basil pressures them to feel the guru of going to them.

But still, the two of them never let go of their weapons.

"I will now go to the dark realm to help my friends. Let me through there."

"I agree. Make way."

Two people demanding that the road be cleared against Silforno. It was also the moment when the Thirteen Apostles revolted between the two magicians, representatives of the institutions governing this country.

"I see, is that why? Then you can't let it pass. The sword of the wind that has risen from chaos, offering it as the sacrifice of our Fire." Clarigaro Sword ""

At the next moment, a sword like a Japanese sword is held in Silforo's hand, but the sword's full body appears to be wrapped with stones, and is unlikely to be slashed. Still, the presence emanating from that sword was unusual.

"This is the Klugligaro Sword..."

"What a sword..."

The two breathing in front of the Clarigaro Sword. But Silforno goes into combat without a problem.

"I'm sorry, but I won't give you a break. If you want to live, I suggest you run away."

When Silforno declares so, he sets up a clarigaro sword and cages his strength in his feet. Seeing that, they both got better together.

"I'm coming."

The moment those words were released, Silforno disappeared from their sight. No, I lost sight of it, even though I was focused.

Two people surprised by the sudden events, but when Silforno stands in front of Real, he relentlessly waves the Clarigaro sword down towards Real.

Normally, the battle is decided at this point.

Real and Basil have completely lost sight of Silforo and it's too late to make a move now. It is an immutable fact, a destiny that cannot be changed. Silforno thought so. So the next moment, I can't hide my surprise that Real got into a defensive posture.

"I'm tired of seeing that move!

When Real shouts so, he manipulates unconsciously dripping magic from himself with minimal force and efficiency, creating a thin but magical defensive wall in front of him.

"But it's brittle."

"I know."

As Silforno put it, the magic defensive wall created by Real is not entirely brittle. If it was an attack by a lined magician, it might have prevented it, but what Real is dealing with now is the second in the sequence of the Thirteen Apostles. That degree of disability, it does not even become an obstacle for Silforno.

Silforo's swinging clarigaro sword hits Real's created wall of magic. But without being able to describe it as a bump, the Wall of Magic collapses and the Clarigaro Sword tries to strike real.

But the next moment, as if time had stopped, he stopped the clarigaro sword that Silforno was waving down, and kept his distance from Real.

"You're a surprisingly strange child."

"I'm honored to give you my compliments"

Silforno says to Real, who speaks in a sarcastic way.

"If that's what you're up to, we're gonna have to get serious."

At that moment, the air surrounding the fourth floor instantly turned into a leopard.