Graduated from Witchcraft Institute

The School of Magic is oriented to negatively capture magic for destruction.

Spells such as fireballs (fireballs), thunderbolts (lightning bolts), and ice storms (blizzards) have voices saying that use and mastery should be restricted as an abominable spell to mischievously destroy a culture grown up with honorable life and time, and the college has few who endorse it, or conditionally.

Those who support it conditionally are the bearers of the idea that many of them should be limited to use in dedicated defense, and many support this idea.

However, in reality, there is an aspect that those spells are a "symbol of power" for magicians and one of the key elements that underpins their social status, and modern magicians have not come to let go of these spells.

And in fact, it is the current state of affairs that many mentor-class mages use these spells in phases other than dedicated defense.

I'm putting my views on hold on this point.

For me, whose goal was to be an adventurer in the first place, there is simply trouble if I take the stance of denying the magic of destruction.

Narrowing down the choice of spells you can use to fight monsters every day is an act that lowers your chances of survival, and you can't even tolerate it that way.

It's just...

I saw the consequences of the spell I had exercised, and I felt that there were aspects to the denial that were generally foolish.

In front of me, the battlefield was unfolding.

Orcs gathered in the square in front of the cave.

the sum of which, shall it exceed thirty, and shall it extend to forty?

Until earlier, they ruled the place with our faces.

Speaking of squares, if the giant oaks had gathered more than thirty, the pressure on the spot would have been considerable.

But not half of them fall, fold, and remain unspeakable.

They were uniformly white frosted on their body surfaces, and at the same time they were crushed in the head, crushed in the face, and fell with broken arms and legs.

The square is still smoking white by the scattered cold air.

The ground where the orcs were falling was also snugly icy.

Frost on one side of the ground reminds me of the view of the ice and snow near the snow melt.

"─ Shoot him!

A further pursuit descends on a flock of orcs that was thus about to disintegrate.

Under Finola's command, the Elves' bows and arrows and magic arrows (magic missiles) were unleashed simultaneously.

One after the other, it pierces the survival of the oak.

In the short bow (shortbow) used by the elves, it's hard to fatally injure an orc that boasts a giant and vital force where one or two of them have been stabbed.

Even though the magic arrow (magic missile) spell is more powerful than the short bow arrow, it is still not as powerful as a blow must fall.

But that's not the case if you hive with five or ten, or three or four rounds.

After the simultaneous shooting of those elves, the whole thing, the whole thing and the oak, fall again.

─ ─ The danger of the spell of destruction.

It's not like looking at the tragic death of a hostile creature and feeling it by breaking your heart.

Rather, I feel that the opposite is true - that is, the "pleasure of crushing hate enemies".

It was the Ice Storm (Blizzard) spell I exercised that smashed most of the orcs that were gathering in the square.

A storm containing ice cubes and extremely cold air curled from the center of the square with the completion of my spell had involved 70% of the orcs gathered there, and defeated 70% of those involved, causing small and large injuries to the remaining victims.

The limited Ice Storm (Blizzard) spells of those who can also be used in the mentoring class are comparable to Fireball (Fireball) or Thunderbolt (Lightning Bolt) if only for their destructive power, but they are characteristic of being able to make a wider area of attack than Fireball (Fireball).

The Fireball spell would have done well if it had involved a third of the orcs gathered, but by using the Ice Storm (Blizzard), it had succeeded in destroying as many orcs as possible - that is, most of the orcs on the spot.

I saw the scene and felt the joy of springing up, not the pain.

The pleasure of destroying, crushing and destroying hateful enemies.

The more powerful the enemy, the greater is the catharsis by it.

Something like guilt from killing an organism similar to a person spreads fog if you believe that the enemy is evil to destroy.

If such pleasure were more widely used in the name of "righteousness," it would be easily melted, such as human reason.

War use of the pleasure of destruction.

That felt terrible and dangerous to me.

But that's a flash, too.

The battle was still going on, and rather this was where we really had to pay attention, not when we thought about the way human culture was.

"Don't be alarmed! We still have more than ten enemies left! Keep shooting as hard as you can until you defeat the last piece of shit!

Finola flies her troops.

I praised you as I prepared my next spell.

Defeat the majority of your enemies at once and you will inevitably loosen your mind.

However, it is due to the pre-emptive attack of maximum conditions, and does not indicate that there is an enormous difference in power between us.

If even a few of the orcs get to the elves shooting squad and get into a riot, it's not something that knows how many elves will feed on that stick and the power, so just because things have worked out somewhat well, it's forbidden to be alarmed.

And that goes for me, too.

Being a magician, I don't have one if I get caught up in melee combat.

But that's convenient, and the enemy couldn't have missed me, the primary culprit who made this happen.

"─ Grrrrrrrrrr!

A whole bunch of surviving orcs came to me in a rage.

That was Oak Road, Commander of the Orc Herd.

An individual who has a tight body shape (shape) while being a giant as big as a head minute above the average oak.

The oakload caught in the ice storm (Blizzard) I unleashed seemed to have broken one arm after a direct hit of the ice cube, and its body was covered in white frost neatly, but not in such a way that its vitality ran out or no.

My distance is about 20 meters or less.

The speed of Oak Road is astonishing, and momentum is fast approaching me.

Even if he tried to escape on my feet, he would easily catch up to me and break my flesh with that blow.

Besides, it's not even the right time for the next spell to happen.

If you look only at these elements, you're off.

But I'm not stupid enough to know it will be and not hit my hands beforehand, either.

"─ You're here. But I'm the one you're dealing with."

That being said, it was my child-familiar genius swordsman with brilliant shortcut silver hair who entered from my sidewalk and stood in front of Oak Road's path.