Graduated from Witchcraft Institute

"Dragon Exhales (Dragon Breath) Hit! Now......!

Irene gives a pleasant voice over the dragon (Irdola), who was flying low altitude for the attack.

When a flame hit directly with enough heat to turn cobblestones into lava in an instant, there was steam around the Ice Demon God until it exploded.

"Did you...!?"

"No... but...!

The voice of hope of the knights of the Royal Army.

Eventually, if the steam clears, there appears a monster melting his right half into a drool.

All the tentacles that were stretched from the right half of the body collapsed into charcoal and there was no sign of a new tentacle stretching out of the melted epidermis.

Satsuki, who sees the condition from above the dragon (Irdola), releases her voice with fry.

"Okay! I haven't knocked you down yet, but the damage looks huge, princess!

"Yeah! Mr. Ildora, one more shot, please!

"Accepted!"

Passing over the head of the Ice Demon God, the dragon (Irdola) swirls loudly once and again to its target.

It accumulates red lotus energy in its mouth, while approaching the attack range of exhalation (braces), but...

The ice demon whose half melted into a drool and also saw if he had already lost his fighting power.

But when its mouth was opened towards the dragon (Irdola), there dwelt a mass of highly compressed blue and white cold air energy.

"Become...!?"

"No way, over there...!?"

The girls' surprising voice was cancelled by the sound of exhalation (braces).

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Dragons and demons, exhale (brace) attacks emanating from both mouths at the same time.

One of flames, one of cold air.

It collided in the air.

"Become...!?"

After a moment, the cold air exhalation (freeze brace) emitted by the Ice Demon God had undone and pierced the flaming exhalation (fire brace) of the dragon (Irdola).

And the absolute zero degree exhale (brace) swallows the dragon (irdola) half as it is.

"Guuuuuuuuu!"

The dragon (Ildora), burned in cold air from the chest to the wings of the right half of his body as a fun return, crashed smoothly in the flight and clashed to the ground.

As a result, the three Irene, Satsuki and Cyril who were on top are also thrown to the ground.

Eileen and Satsuki landed with a stunning figure, and Cyril never followed a major injury with Satsuki hugging her tight.

More than that, the problem is...

"Mr. Ildora, it's okay!?"

"Gu... gu... gu, uhhhhhh...!

The dragon (Ildora) was heavily damaged by the exhalation (brace) attack of the Ice Demon God.

The screaming and distressing appearance is too painful.

"Damn, I can't believe the exhalation (brace) of power beyond the dragon......! ─ ─ Mr. Cyril, heal!

"Yeah, yeah, okay!

Cyril rushes over to Ildora and begins offering prayers for healing.

When Eileen confirms it, she herself turns her gaze toward the Ice Demon God.

The monster that was ahead had opened his mouth again toward Irene and had begun to accumulate the energy of cold air.

"Become... are you kidding me!?"

"Are you serious......!?"

Eileen stands forward to shelter the dragon (Irdola), and Satsuki lines up beside it, but I don't even think that unusual exhalation of power (braces) can be prevented where she did that.

I just thought I was gonna take a break.

"" "─ Weapons Projection (Weapon Shoot)!

─ ─ Cuddle, cuddle, cuddle!

Towards the Ice Demon God, repeated rains of weapons fell from the court magicians of the Royal Army.

"─ Huh!

The Ice Demon God had acted circumvently, but sometimes he was turning his consciousness to the dragon (Irdola), and several of the weapons that flew in hit him.

Whether it's a fatal fight or not...

"My allies, the great dragon, have opened their way! I'll take it away!"

"" "Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Under the command of King Andrew, the elite knights of the kingdom arrive to the Ice Demon.

If there was no other chance of winning than here, he was setting up a melee battle with total force.

Even though they are the Ice Demons, they cannot ignore it and pursue the dragon (Ildora).

A brawl with the kingdom knights began.

Look at that, Eileen is just a little ho.

"Mr. Cyril, how's Mr. Irdola?

"No, no... If I had lost so much life, my minor injury healing (Cure Light Woons) would have connected my life instead of returning to the front..."

Cyril, who had exercised a healing miracle by leaning against a dragon (Ildora), said so and looked blue.

Eileen, hearing it, pounds her tongue in her heart.

It's hard to leave and it's hard again.

"If we could use a higher healing technique, what would we do?

"Yeah, yeah. Priest-Class Miracle - If you can heal serious injuries (Cure Serious Woons), you will retain your life…"

"Either way, you can't get back on the front... chip, you say you don't have enough good healers...!

Now Irene, I can't stand it, I'm actually gonna tongue her.

As far as the service priests brought in by the Royal Army were concerned, they were all turning diligently to heal the critically wounded knights who were dying.

Only three men, but when it comes to priests (Priests), he is a powerful member of the Temple Chief class who keeps one temple.

It's pretty much just that they brought three priests abruptly to such a battlefield, and yes, there's no way they can secure a large number of powerful healers.

Moreover, the number of wounded in the Royal Army continues to increase even now in the battle against the Ice Demon God.

The service priests will not be able to afford to be turning their hands around here with only the healing of the dying and seriously wounded knights.

Eileen knows that for a reason.

"But as it were, Mr. Ildora...!

A neighbor who helped us do this for ourselves, with this.

Eileen holds her fist in remorse.

If you can find a way to get yourself into that battlefield, you can do it now.

But what we're fighting over there right now are true elites with the same strength as Eileen.

While more than ten elite knights are still on their way and forced to struggle, Irene can't be a decision-maker, even if it's about the addition of numbers where she went.

No, in Eileen, who wasn't at the ops conference, it sucks, it can even get in the way.

Of course that's the same thing even if Satsuki goes.

I don't think I'll do anything about it, but there's nothing I can do.

An inexcusable voice flies from next to Eileen when she has such a grip.

"What's wrong, princess?!? Not like this...!

"Shut up! Even I'm thinking about it now!

After I said it as irah, Eileen returned to me hah.

"Ah... I'm sorry, Satsuki... I..."

"... Ya, it's me, Wawa no.... really, why am I, all this... relying too much on Will, damn it..."

That's how Eileen and Satsuki are getting annoyed by the feeling of impatience.

Cyril, who was healing instead of the dragon (Irdola), had also been beaten to powerlessness.

"Why, why am I, so......!

Towards a painful groaning dragon (Irdola), Cyril was desperately exercising the miracle of minor injury healing (Cure Light Woons), but the nature of the procedure prevents him from healing a subject who has lost his vitality beyond a certain line.

The second minor injury healing (Cure Light Woons) released in a frigid mood is still ineffective, and while doing so, I find that the dragon (Irdola) 's vitality is gradually lost.

What was stuck in that Cyril's ear was Eileen's words earlier.

'You say you don't have enough good healers...!

Amongst those "brilliant," I'm not included--

The sense of inferiority that Cyril has been secretly remembering here lately.

Mi was able to use Aura, Satsuki dramatically improved his combat ability, and it wasn't until recently until William that he struck the monster again.

Even so, it's just me.

I haven't been able to move one thing forward.

Fear of being left behind by everyone.

Is that a difference in talent?

Or the difference in effort?

Which way did you...

"I don't like that anymore! Please, please... heal for serious injuries (Cure Serious Woons)!

Cyril prayed to God with unprecedented thoughts, hoping for a miracle beyond her own strength.