Hachinan tte, Sore wa Nai Deshou! (WN)

"Teacher! Why?"

"Vel says something weird, as you can see from my current position."

I was a teacher who reunited for the first time in about ten years, but I was forced to fight him.

Taranto, a witch who meets his face at the dinner, uses a special spell called “Summon Heroes” and seems to be able to call on the greats and masters of the past who have already entered the demons.

At first Taranto summons the first Earl Armstrong, the ancestor of the guru, but this is not compatible with the caster and immediately switches to another person.

He then summoned my mentor, Alfred Rainford, and made a relentless magic attack on me.

"(Are you a real teacher?)"

As long as you don't understand the mechanism of Summoned Heroes, we couldn't answer.

Maybe Taranto is just disguised as a teacher.

"Now let's see how well we have improved."

Master floats dozens of dodball-sized “ice bullets” overhead and hits me one after another.

"Shit!"

In a hurry, you can prevent it with “Magic Barrier”, but one of them trapped in it.

I purposely adjusted the penetration of the “ice bullet”, and only one of them flew toward my face through the “magic barrier”.

I evade immediately, but an “ice bullet” cuts my cheeks.

It was a minor injury, but I was shocked.

"(A single ice bullet packs magic and the rest is a dummy! Defeat my strong" magic barrier "with less magic while saving magic. You can do this ...)"

Skillful use of such magical methods and how to assemble attack methods could only be achieved by a teacher.

And what about Blanc Tak?

No matter how high the magic power is, it is a trick that young me and Katarina cannot yet achieve.

"Vell. Did you think it was just disguise?"

Continuously, it explodes again in the “magic barrier” where dozens of rock bullets unfold.

Similarly, only one pierced the “Magic Barrier” and hit the right shoulder this time, causing severe pain.

The power drops when you penetrate the “Magic Barrier”, and you are saved thanks to the robe you are equipped with.

The robe, a relic of the teacher, reduced the attack from the teacher.

What an irony?

"Than that ..."

Master repeated the same attack pattern twice, but I couldn't avoid it.

The magic itself is not so difficult, and it is not so worn out in terms of the teacher's magic.

Nevertheless, I have already been injured in two places.

"Magic is an image. The magical power is overwhelmingly greater than when I first met, but I still have insufficient control. It can be said that there is no choice but to be young, but such an excuse does not work on the battlefield. I want to teach again. ''

The teacher has become more genuine.

She told Blantark, who looked at her as if she was dying in the resurrection of a pupil who had died, with an unpleasantly refreshing smile.

"It's been a long time. Master."

"The name is ..."

"I didn't call it that way until I was twenty years old."

"It's such a stupid ... I don't know what Taranto was calling me ..."

Blantaq turned his face pale, knowing that the teacher was real.

"Teacher ..."

"Katarina's lady. I can't stop for a while."

"No. I understand your feelings, but he is ..."

"Katarina's lady. I understand my feelings but don't help me poorly. I don't even use that guy. Rather than that ..."

"Yes. Please leave the protection of the main team."

"sorry"

"I really want to help Wendelin ..."

"I'm really sorry. I can't just be involved in Taranto who has been transformed into Al."

The effect of Taranto becoming a teacher was enormous.

I'm Blantark, tearing off the guru from the battlefield.

If Katarina escapes here, the PLA's headquarters will be in danger.

"But with this, if there's something for Wendelin, no matter how many teachers ..."

"Worst, the Earl cannot die if I die."

"understood"

Katalina understands and begins to concentrate on protecting his team.

"But Al is the opponent ... though it's the worst type of wizard."

The battle is progressing outside of our duel.

Since a large amount of arrows and magic hit the headquarters where Therese is, Katarina decided to respond alone for a while.

I'm just trying to prevent the rebels from attacking by sequentially deploying the “Magic Barrier”.

The Tereses and Philipp seemed to be worried about this, but battles continue elsewhere.

It doesn't seem to be speaking here, he seems to have been working hard.

"In this case, I was lucky to have received special training from the teacher."

In the previous use of magic, you might have been pushed by a lot of arrows and magic someday.

The rest is in front of Therese, so I won't talk about it, but it's a good idea that the magical power increased after marriage.

Even after Blanctark's escape, Katarina was guarding Therese and his team by guarding the iron wall.

"Al"

"Have you ever heard of the magic" Summon the Evil? "? Yes, only Taranto can use this magic."

Master talks to Blantaq, but does not stop attacking me.

If you attack only around me with flame magic and prevent it with "magic barrier", a lot of sharp rocks suddenly jump out of the ground.

While cutting in a hurry, he cut with a small "wind cutter", but he failed to cope with one and cut the right foot peach.

The skin and flesh rip with the pants and bleed violently.

It was a wound that had to be sewn by nature, but was healed quickly with two healing magic.

The battle between me and my teacher was overwhelmingly disadvantageous.

The kind of magic and the kind of magic that can be used are completely different between me when I was taught magic and the present me.

So, in fact, I was proud to be able to win even if the teacher was real.

Nevertheless, if you actually open the lid, the result is as follows.

The current master's magical power is much lower than me, but it is still higher in general magician standards.

Since there is magical power above a certain level, make full use of it efficiently and damage it by piercing my gaps well.

Blantaq and his mentor seem to think that if we are upset, but if we do poorly in our game, we can use it to have fatal consequences.

While launching a long-range attack on the enemies on the outer rim, he continued to observe the chance to break into the game between them.

"This man, Taranto, was extremely weak from birth."

I don't know if he's a master or a Taranto, but his one-person story continues.

"My parents weren't even aware of it. Parents usually rejoice when they knew they had magic. Without it, he left the house and became an adventurer."

Even though he became an adventurer, Taranto seemed to have a weak presence.

"No matter how much I earned, it wasn't noticed by anyone for some reason. It was strange, but it was also a condition for learning" Summon the Spirit "."

Because you are near nothing, you can easily drop the soul of a human who died in the past into your body.

"The condition is that you know the subject is dead and you know its name. You don't need to know much about that person. So I dropped down the first Earl Armstrong. I can't drop it even if I know it. Is it natural because I'm alive? "

"So you could drop Al, who isn't so famous ..."

"The Summon of the Spirit is just a magical name. It brings down the dead and makes full use of its abilities. Taranto chose me because he was no different from the great wizards in history, Master, he invites Klimt to get upset. "

"Huh! Nasty!"

"It's the best compliment."

The teacher's attack continues, while continuing the explanation.

Basically, make my eyes eve, then make a feinty and nasty blow.

I knew it, but I couldn't prevent it and kept getting hurt.

The robe was so strong that it couldn't be cut, but the shirt and pants under it were cut apart and stained with blood.

Injuries can be healed with healing magic, but since they are all injured, there is strong mental fatigue.

The amount of bleeding is gradually increasing, and my body is getting a little heavier because the lost blood cannot be recovered by healing magic.

"It's surprisingly surprising. Did you get squeezed more than I expected?

I was breathing on my shoulder, but the teacher was talking to Mr. Blantaq and had a generous expression.

"Teacher. Vell is growing. The only regret is that he has no more time to grow."

"You are going to kill your disciple!"

"I'll kill you. I can't help. Right now, Taranto has withdrawn, but he has the initiative, so I can't resist. But I'm sorry. I've grown up to this wonderful wizard."

"Alfred!"

Here, the guru who had been quiet until now suddenly shouts.

It must have exploded in a reunion with a close friend and a relentless attack on me.

"Klimt. Did you teach your body work?"

"Is that something incomprehensible?"

"No. Vel is still young. Everything is a problem that can be solved, but there is no more time."

"I don't have the time? Unfortunately, this is a battlefield, and it's not a place where the teacher and apprentice are allowed to meet again.

"Left, it's exactly what Blantaak says. There are many thoughts, but should we send Alfred back into the world again with three people?"

After seeing my struggle, Blanc-Taak and his guru seemed to have decided to participate.

However, the PLA's wizards had to be busy with the loss of the two.

They were so overwhelming that they supported the battle against the rebels, which were so numerous.

"(But it's weird?)"

I was wondering while breathing on my shoulder.

Even if the teacher challenges me one-on-one, even though this is a battlefield, you should understand that Blanc-Taak and the guru will soon come to help.

But what is this room for?

"No matter how much Al, it's difficult for three to one."

"While it's human beings to watch the one-on-one open game, I can't say that."

When Mr. Blantaq and the teacher shorten the distance from the teacher, the teacher who sees it suddenly starts laughing out loud.

"My teacher and Klimt are sweet. Why am I fighting three-to-one? I can't win before that."

"Then surrender?"

"Teacher. I can't do that. I'm under Taranto's control, and Taranto has the solution."

At the same time, the teacher throws two objects from his bosom in front of them.

When you see it fall on the ground, it looks like a fancy-sized ornament with a silver frame with a geometric pattern never seen on a glowing black marble.

"A magical tool? I've never seen it, but maybe ..."

"I'm a teacher. That's right. This is what Taranto bought from the route that told me not to talk anymore."

In other words, it may be an ancient magical civilization heritage obtained by the Duke of Nuremberg from an underground archeological site.

"It takes a little time to set up ..."

When the teacher mutters a spell while closing his eyes, the shapes of the two magic tools begin to change.

It gradually became a humanoid, and at the end it looked just like the teacher.

"This is three to three."

"Can you lose to such a tree!"

"It's a wooden figure, but it's surprisingly good."

The two wooden figurines stand in front of Blantaq and the guru, respectively.

And he started attacking them without hesitation.

"And there's no need to win separately."

"What if I could nail them together before killing me?"

"That's right. Vel."

Motoko is like a copy weapon that fights with the master's battle pattern and the magical power contained in the marble.

The reason why the teachers are now focusing on the wooden figures is because it takes time to reflect their data on the wooden figures.

"(Is Taranto doing the operation of the wooden figurine? Still, I'm not looking at me right now.)"

If you look at the teacher's actions as it is, this will be disadvantageous.

I abandoned the beautiful things such as one-on-one duels, and secretly released the “wind cutter” to my teacher.

It is the teacher himself who said on the battlefield that there was no cowardice or shit.

"Very good, Vell. But it doesn't work for me."

Mr. , while operating the wooden couple, offset the “wind cutter” I released with the “wind cutter”.

In addition, it is only applied to the parts that are likely to cause damage if you hit yourself instantly.

Even in this situation, do not stop saving your magic.

It's so cool.

"I'm less magical than Vell. Savings are fundamental."

While understanding the difference in the amount of magic between me and me, I use my magic to drive me in efficiently.

I have no chance at all, and I have no idea what I can do.

"Vell, look at it."

The setting of the wooden even seems to be completely over.

One is fighting against Blanctag.

"That! I can beat Al even now in fake!"

The master's wooden figure kept Blantark on the one hand.

Even with technology that was defeated in the amount of magical power and thought to be advantageous to Mr. Blantaq, the difference has already almost disappeared.

They offset each other by firing various magics, but it is the situation that Mr. Blantaq is being pushed.

"I'm fighting because I'm a wooden figure. If this is real Al, I'm dead."

Because of the lack of quick judgment and coping skills, Mr. Blantark has managed to cope with his experience so far.

It seems that the statement that Mr. Blanták had previously stated that he was already overtaken by the master with the ability of a wizard was true.

"Teacher. You can't come to Vell's rescue without knocking down a wooden figure."

"Yes."

It is Blantaq who will not lose sight of himself when he is so high here.

However, it was also true that breathing was gradually disturbed and he was driven.

"If we use such a lot, we won't lose"

"That's right, Taranto's employer is mass producing it, and my army will take over the continent."

"I see"

Mr. Blantark smiled with a meaningful smile in the light mouth of the teacher.

What the teacher says in a purposely and playful tone is that there is only one magic tool that can generate a wooden figure.

"Well, is Klimt doing his best?"

"That! This quickness, magical power and convergence are just copies of Alfred's abilities!"

This time, when he glanced at the guru, the guru was fired a lot of magic from a wooden figurine, and was in a state of defense.

"Vell. Klimt's magic is always in torrent. These types of wizards correspond to different types of parrying wizards. What do you think?"

"Is the war stalled?"

"That's rarely the story like that. Few people can take off Klimt's offensive. To counter this, you can overpower with a stronger attack."

In fact, Kigu, who is fighting the guru, has continuously released a large amount of magic at the same level as the master.

This is the only way for the guru to deal with the war.

If you try to enter the offensive badly, you will be hit by a lot of magic and even the guru will be shredded.

"No, but ..."

With the magic power of the teacher, there is no way to beat the guru whose magic power has increased.

No matter how much you overwhelm you with your first move, you will think that if your magical power runs out, you will only lose afterwards.

"I don't need to worry about it. I hope the teacher and Klimt can't reach for a short time before I kill Vell."

Despite copying the master's ability, it is still a wooden figure.

So it's like you're the one who kills me, just using it as a foothold.

"It has been highly evaluated."

"I still have room to say that. Helpers are doing their best to protect themselves. So how does Vell fight?"

After the setting of the wooden even, the teacher concentrates all consciousness on me again.

When I saw that pretty face, I felt like I was grabbing my heart.

"No! I can't beat Al even with a wooden figure!"

"Funoo !! If you take your defenses a little, you'll be in that moment in a moment!"

Mr. Blanták and his guru were on the defense against the battle data of the teacher and the magical power of the marble attached to the magic tool.

"I can't easily do fatal damage."

And I'm bleeding from all over my body under the attack of my teacher.

I've managed to avoid fatal injuries, but they always take damage and it's my physical strength.

This also attacks, but it is neglected neatly.

"Vel. If you don't release your magic after seeing your opponent's attack pattern properly, you'll just uselessly consume your magic."

"..."

"I did my best so far, so let's finish it soon."

At the same time as the teacher says, it disappears from my view.

And at the next moment I felt a sign behind.

"stupid!"

In a hurry, the Magic Barrier was strengthened, but before that, the teacher had given me a fatal blow.

A flame blade protruded from my belly.

He doesn't have a magic sword handle. He was putting out a blade of fire from his own hand with an image.

"Vell. Magic is image and control."

I remember a long time ago when a teacher issued a "fire" from all ten fingertips and made it into a number.

The flames of numbers from 0 to 10 were reproduced on the fingertips in order while counting down.

I can't do it, but I'm still taking time to fire the numbers.

"Such ... fast ... And the teacher cannot use Momentary Movement ..."

Before that, the magic of the mobile system should not be used due to the influence of that device.

However, I was actually stomach pierced and gradually became less conscious.

"I can only" move "very short distances. Another magic trick is a secret."

"Guho ..."

I'm stomach-burning and fall down on the spot, spitting blood from my mouth.

"Count of Bow Meister!"

"Klimt. I don't think you're worried."

"Alfred!"

The mentor tries to rescue me, but he is also defending before the mass of magic that the master's wooden figurine gives off.

I can't help it.

"Because it's a war, I, or Taranto, should be prepared.

"Shit ..."

While the teacher's consciousness turned to the guru, he got up a little, but he had burning pains all over his body and heaviness with heavy bleeding.

Even now, adrenaline is released into the brain and pain should have eased.

Thanks, I did not stun.

The ground is stained with my blood.

Fortunately, the vital points and internal organs seem to be deviating, but the bleeding is severe and the consciousness goes away.

"Healing magic seems to have been practiced as it is. He looks heavy."

Somehow heals the wound with healing magic, but he loses a lot of blood and is heavy anyway.

The magic power is still enough.

However, the teacher is totally out of reach.

Although I, who has a lot of magic, should be overwhelmingly advantageous, it is actually overwhelmed by the master's skill.

Gradually, I feel despaired.

The teacher was too big and I felt like I couldn't win forever.

"Al ..."

Even Blantark, who he always relies on, is pinched by a master figurine.

He is now trying to keep himself from being killed.

The same is true for the mentor, only preventing the mass of magic from the master figurine.

"Alfred!"

"If you don't prevent it properly, a lot of your back allies will die."

"Thanks!"

"I told you, Klimt. This is a war."

Master and Taranto not only kill me, but also calmly shut down the movements of Blanták and the guru, which are at the heart of the PLA's strength.

If they try to escape, their back allies will be overrun by the magic of a wooden figure.

They noticed this and couldn't move from this place.

"A teacher is a great wizard, and does he have the talent of a great staff?"

"Come on?"

After that, is the teacher's tremendous strength that can't be measured only by magic power?

Because you never use only your own power, you use anything to aim for my life.

"Teacher. Klimt. I'm very sorry for such a reunion."

"I'm really fucking!"

"After a long time, I was a bad guy!"

I can understand the upset of Blanc Tak and his guru.

After all, the teacher is an important person for these two people.

Of course, I have the shortest relationship.

There may be various friendships and memories that I do not know.

"They all have good wizards, and I'm sorry for my opponents."

In the words of the teacher, we feel more and more sinking.

Especially because of the weight of my body due to bleeding, I was almost losing my way.

"Master ..."

"Can you give up and be killed by me? That's also a wise choice. As I said, I'll teach you magic in the future."

"..."

If there really is a world, isn't that good?

The moment you try to give up, the voice of a young woman is heard from behind.

"You! Don't!"

"Elise?"

It was the voice of Elise shouting from above the wall.

I can't imagine a normal, cute voice, and it's a dignified voice that enters my ears and stimulates the brain.

"Does the voice contain 'holy' magic?"

The teacher's consciousness went to Elise in an instant.

"Although it's a 'Holy Spirit' Summon the Spirit, it's no different calling the dead! Don't be fooled by the deadly call for death!"

It seems that Elise's voice incorporates the “holy” magic.

Gradually, feelings that were heavy until now become clearer.

The body was gradually returning to its former state.

"Yeah! The dead attack can be extremely exhausting to the living. You!"

Elise shoots a dodgeball-sized pale magic ball at me in full swing.

It was an unusually active move with the usual gentle Elise.

"Wow! Can that woman fly healing magic?"

Master made a tongue and moved a little away from me.

Immediately after that, a pale healing magic ball hits me and the weight of the body disappears quickly.

In addition, the slightly remaining scars and unhealed parts will return to their original state.

Also, in healing magic, Elise seems to have a longer day.

"Is the teacher pulled?-Yes!"

Since the teacher is already dead, if he eats the magic of the “Holy” system, he will be returned to the world.

So, Taranto inside pulled the teacher to prevent it.

"(Wait, the teacher is here using the body of Taranto, but still the priority is in Taranto, so does Taranto's will take precedence in a short time?)"

I was thinking in my head that I could use this somehow.

And it leads to one idea.

"Teacher. Sorry for the second time, but please return to heaven."

"I get a female sword and say something like that."

"Because of the weak nature of being pushed by a woman, and why should this be a single strike?"

"No, yes, this is not a knight's one-handed gokko in the war. Let's settle while the figurine and Klimt are closing the movement with a wooden figurine."

Master begins to cast magic at me again.

Elysee helped me a little while ago, but now I have to do something alone.

He is injured again with the magic mixed with Feint, but he seems to have become accustomed to injury.

I wasn't heavy and I was used to the pain.

We will continue to wait for opportunities while stepping on it.

"It sounds like you're used to my attacks, but I have to kill you. Even if I don't want it, I'm now under Taranto's control. At least I'm sorry. Let's practice magic together in this world. "

"Thank you, but at least seventy years ahead."

As a Japanese, I was only 25 years old, so I did not intend to die early in this world.

"It's luxury.

If this didn't help, I took the lead first.

Make a lot of softball-sized fireballs and hit them one after another.

The number is hundreds, but the teachers dodge it with a short-range “momentary movement” instead of a “magic barrier”.

However, no matter where you escape, you will follow the fireballs one after another.

Unfortunately, no one hit the teacher, but I did not stop the tactics.

"Where are you aiming?"

"Your position"

The fireball, which did not hit Master, landed backwards and burned off many soldiers.

Looking at it, the teacher did not change his complexion.

Maybe Taranto doesn't care.

Because he is a child of the Duke of Nuremberg, he is willing to annihilate the abandoned abandoned troops.

"I guess it's a bit expensive."

But the increasing sacrifice seems to have changed their minds.

The teacher can do it, but the soldiers do not.

There are no wizards that can use “Magic Barrier” in all units, and they are focused on attacking field bases, so there is no way they can respond to instantaneous bullets.

The Taranto inside rather than the teacher would have thought that it would be tough if there were fewer attackers.

This time, I was trying to offset my fireball by hitting a small ice bullet.

"That!"

"Teacher. It's a waste of magic."

"For a precious ally"

The teacher says, and so on, but he must have been angry with Taranto, who has arrested the distribution of magic power.

I was a teacher who didn't show it to my face, but it seemed like I was a little impatient.

At last, I got a foothold to beat the teacher.

I use overwhelmingly more magical powers than my teacher to further increase the number of attacks.

"(After all, I'm upset because the distribution of magical power is disturbed.)"

Master prevented magic attacks on his allies with a minimum amount of magic, but his magical power quickly reached a plateau.

"(The only thing I can beat the teacher is magic. If that's the case, use it to win.)"

I finally got on the offensive, and finally came up with a reversible strategy.

And in order to do that, I put psychological guidance on the teacher.

"I forgot. Master. What is the most important right now?"

"I want you to tell me. Vell"

"It's better to win this battle, instead of struggling with a single story like a story, without compromising the master who reunited after a long time."

"That's right."

The teacher answers my questions with his old habits.

Speaking of this, it may be a gap.

"That's why, be prepared."

For that purpose, I keep firing a lot of fireballs anyway.

We adjusted to hit the enemy in the rear even without hitting, and when the total slightly exceeded several thousand, finally several hit the master.

It is played by the "magic barrier", but it should have shaken the teacher who read the "momentary movement" pattern.

"Vell. Inefficient use of magic."

"Yes, but that's it."

A few hundred hits were finally hit.

Although it is played by the “magic barrier”, the magical power of the teacher decreases each time.

It was a very inefficient way of shaving my magical power because my magical power was further reduced, but still the master runs out of the magical power in the calculation.

Even a teacher is just a person if his magic power runs out.

"Vell ... your magic is ..."

"It's about 11 years. The magic is still growing."

"Klimt! @ Vel!"

"It's a terrible man. Certain magical power is increasing, but I can't keep up."

While flying a lot of fireballs, I was preparing to launch the maximum flame magic with another mouth.

A huge fireball with a diameter of about 10 meters is born in the sky, and other small fireballs join together.

The aim is not a teacher.

This is the location of the main unit under the command of the Duke of Nuremberg, who has a good interest in fighting the front units.

You hit a giant fireball there.

"I hope the wizard near the Duke of Nuremberg can be prevented!"

The distance was many kilometers, but the magic to fly at that high speed remains.

The civil war ends sooner than killing that man rather than fighting one-on-one with the master nostalgic.

The reason I came to that idea is probably because I was noble.

"Taranto. I was unhappy to leave my lord."

I was firing the biggest fireball at the Duke of Nuremberg, not in the direction of the teacher.

"Yellow!"

Then the teacher stops it immediately.

I tried to counter my fireball by generating a “magic barrier” and an “ice ball”.

The fireball gradually gets smaller, but I add more fireballs to it.

The master also made an “ice ball” to put out the fire, but the master's magic was visibly reduced.

"After all, it is not a pure teacher."

If you're a 100% real teacher, you won't stop the fireball.

This action was possible because Taranto's dominance was stronger.

"In Taranto, the owner's safety comes first. The teacher doesn't care about the life of Duke of Nuremberg."

The firefighting continued for a while, but the teacher forcibly generated a huge “ice ball” and completely extinguished the fireball.

The teacher sighs of relief, but this is not a teacher.

Taranto was reassured that there was no harm to the Duke of Nuremberg.

"(Teacher. Magical power is running low.)"

This was a chance.

If magic power is restored by magic stone, it will be troublesome again.

In any case, even if you try to fight with great skill, you will only get hurt.

Then ... take out the handle of the magic sword from the magic bag and reduce the distance to the master at once.

Master was also trying to restore the magic power with a spare magic stone.

However, because I was able to take that gap and put it in my pocket, I hurriedly cast the magic of "Magic Sword" from my hand and pointed the flame blade at me.

"Be prepared!"

The magic sword that I immediately put out the ice blade pierces the master's heart.

Almost at the same time, the flame blade that the teacher put out pierced my right shoulder.

Burning pains on the right shoulder run again, but it was obvious from everybody's eyes that the master who was struck by the heart lost.

"Vell. Stunning."

"Master!"

Taranto should have died instantly after being hit by the heart.

The teacher can speak because his body is the soul called in "Summon the Hero".

"It's getting bigger and stronger."

"No, in a legitimate way I won't win ..."

"That's okay. Magic is just a tool, you can win any way. I can't go against Taranto, so I really went to kill Vell. Vell saw through it and aimed at the enemy base The magic was so great that Taranto defended in the usual habit, and Vell, who thought and executed it, won. "

"Master ..."

"If Taranto had left it to me, he might have killed Vell, but the man immediately took control of his body and protected his master. So I lost to Vell. ''

I met him for the first time in ten years, but I'm trying to force him to come to Buddha again.

When you think about it, tears come out of your severeness.

"Alfred!"

"Al!"

"Hello. Klimt to your teacher. I apologize now. I'm sorry."

"I'm good.

When you know that the game is over, Guru and Blantaq will rush in.

The two wooden figurines, who were playing around with the two, returned to their original magic tools at the same time as the master who operated them was defeated.

And the usage limit has come?

I was crumbled and collapsed.

"Is the excavated product degraded due to aging?"

"You're always cool"

"I'm as knowledgeable as ever."

"I'm just called out of the world. Taranto and knowledge have assimilated and gained some information."

The lying master, I, who controls the bleeding of the right shoulder by hand, and Mr. Blantaq and the mentor, surround me.

"Now! Kill those three!"

"in the way!"

"I'm withdrawn!"

Did Talent's death make his absence disappear?

Some enemy troops came in here, but their guru was a fire snake, and Blantark was torn with a “wind cutter” and slaughtered.

More ...

"Even if it's on the battlefield, it's innocent."

"Because there is an important story, it is prohibited to enter."

"Keep away"

Ina throws a spear, Luise throws a stone, and Vilma begins to prevent enemy forces from approaching with a relentless sniper.

"It's now! Take down!"

There were still units rushing, but they all fell down on the ground with a roar.

"Is the savage of the empire a man's heart?"

In a shooting by a magic artillery ordered by Earl Mizuho, they fall to the ground in blood.

He fired his precious guns for the time of separation between us and the teacher.

"This is a defeat for the rebels."

"It's still disadvantageous in terms of strength"

"Cutely, I failed because I was one of the trump cards."

"I can say myself so calmly."

"Because I'm already dead."

The master who was laid down on the ground, despite his third death nearing, continued to talk with Blantaak.

I can talk normally now, but it seems that Taranto, the main body, is dead immediately and will soon be called back again.

"Klimt. Did you tell Vell?"

"It's just touching."

"I see. Thank you. I really want to give you a drink, but I don't have the time."

"I'm sorry."

The teacher's voice felt darker than usual.

I guess it's because I met my best friend for the first time in a long time, but I need to part soon.

"you!"

Also, Elise, who helped me, appears with some Royal Guard escorts.

The escort would have been given by Philip because he was leaving the field base.

"Elise. This is dangerous."

"You, are you terrible injuries?"

I was pointed out by Elise and remember that I was piercing my right shoulder.

It was a strange thing, and at the same time I noticed a severe pain running on my right shoulder.

"I will cure it right away"

Due to Elise's healing magic, my shoulder wound healed in seconds.

Elyse is definitely one of the continent's leading healing wizards, since the accuracy is originally perfect but the magical power is also increasing.

"It's a wonderful healing magic. No master is so good."

The teacher watching the situation praised Elise's skill.

"And it's a beautiful woman. I'm glad you get cured."

In addition, don't forget jokes.

Because the teacher is a good-looking guy, I don't feel embarrassed to make such remarks, so it might be a benefit.

"Thank you, Wendelin's wife, Elise."

"Vell. You're a beautiful wife."

"I'm a proud wife."

"I was a little jealous of Vell and I was just married."

Master looked at me and Elise alternately and smiled calmly.

"Yes, Alfred, I'm now married to Blanctag."

"Teacher. That was the most surprising thing."

From the point of view of Master , the marriage of the ultimate bachelor, Blantaq, was a startling fact.

"You too, get married in the future"

"Is that good too? There are beautiful women in the world that remain in history."

"Because you're hot, please talk well."

"Let's do our best"

Talk peacefully with the dead and their acquaintances and friends.

I thought it was a strange scene even though it was a harsh battlefield.

Still, I was really happy to meet the teacher.

"Vell. I didn't get hurt Oita."

"No. If I was concerned, could I kill me?"

Especially, a blow from behind.

The teacher must have been waiting for an opportunity while working hard against Taranto's rule.

"There's no difference between me and Vell at this point. I've done this kind of fighting for the first time, so I used Vell. From now on, Vell will also use a lot of magic to defend, so I'm so dominant And Vell always avoided fatal injuries. Is it because of Klimt because he is doing unconsciously? "

"She was a good training partner."

"Ah ... it was a disaster."

"Don't be terrible."

"You are sometimes too extreme"

The teacher may have been terrible in the past with his training.

I had a dry smile.

"Well, it's time now."

A pale light rises from the teacher's body, gradually fading his face and returning to Taranto's face.

"I can use this man's pendant. I'll give it to Vell. It's a person's thing, but I'm going to say it's great."

"Master!"

"Your teacher, Klimt, and Elise are fine. Vel. I'm glad I met you who grew up."

In the end, the teacher's face had completely disappeared and had returned to Taranto's corpse.

It looks like he died instantly because his heart was caught.

I was not breathing at all, and I had no breath.

"Teacher. I won't cry, but I'll give a blow to Nuremberg who played with your death."

As Master said, Taranto was wearing a blue jeweled pendant around his neck.

It is easy to predict the effect.

It may be a device that cancels the obstruction of movement magic.

Float around your neck with "flying" immediately.

"I'm not perfect."

Is it a prototype or an incomplete product?

If you float about 20 meters above the sky, you will stop there.

As the teacher says, you can only "move" within a certain fixed range.

Apparently it was not the story of the magical traits of the teacher, but the limit of the effect of this magic tool.

"But that's enough for now."

In the sky where the battle between the two armies is continuing, I start preparing for the maximum fire magic again.

A huge fireball is gradually generated further above me, and magic and arrows fly from the enemy army that saw it.

It can be prevented by the “magic barrier”, but it is just ordinary magic without any ingenuity compared to the previous attack by the teacher.

I was playing everything.

"(target is……)"

I start looking for a place to fly this fireball with binoculars.

At the headquarters where the Duke of Nuremberg is supposed to have been, he must have been wary of the giant fireball that had been extinguished by his teacher.

We confirmed that a solid “magic barrier” was set up by multiple wizards.

"(Unfortunately, not there)"

The magic that aimed at the main team first, that intelligent duke of Nuremberg.

You may have taken countermeasures long before you were wary of my assassination.

It may have been replaced by Kagemusha.

"(The target isn't you! That's the army's weakness ...")

Pretty far away, it was.

A temporary large supply station where supplies such as food were piled up to supply 150,000 rebels.

Witches may be protecting here, but their abilities and numbers should not be as good as their main team.

Neither side has enough room to place a great number of good wizards at all locations.

"No way, local procurement is not possible"

There are no bases around the Soviet Wasteland that can supply more than 100,000 troops.

In other words, once this food had been baked, it was possible to add significant restraints to the actions of the rebels.

Supply will come from the Imperial capital, but it can make the enemy take great effort.

"The teacher's condolence. Duke of Nuremberg!

I fire a fireball at the rebel supply, an estimated two kilometers behind.

A magician stretches a “magic barrier” to prevent it just before landing.

The wizard who protects the depot with the increased power of the fireball keeps trying hard with the "magic barrier".

I guess you want support, but you can't do anything for the magicians of the main team.

Because it was ourselves that sealed the “movement” magic.

Eventually, the "magic barrier" is shattered, and the mage and its resupply station are burned and the piled-up supplies are wrapped in flames.

Recently, the area around the fire seems to be quite fast because it is dry with little rain.

There was noticeable upset between the rebels in the rear.

"Success!"

All you have to do is return to the wall and continue your defense.

The avant-garde unit, who does not understand the rear, was attacking as before, but the sway of the rear was gradually transmitted and the momentum fell.

The fire at the depot gradually spread to the grasslands, and the number of rebels who noticed it increased, and finally a retreat order was issued.

Withdraw from rear units that failed to extinguish the depot in order.

And the avant-garde unit will prevent this pursuit as it is.

"When it can be reduced, it must be reduced"

"Sword squad preparation!"

"Earl Baumeister. I'll take Elvin."

Alfons, Earl Mizuho, Philippe, etc., who received Terese's order, immediately stopped pursuing.

Because it is the chance to hit the rebels when you are showing your back here and losing.

"I'm going too."

"Let's go out"

"Some are just magical and indigestion!"

"Let's hurry with a horse"

"Count, how is that magical tool?"

"Ah, this doesn't seem to be a finished product either."

The pendant of the “Move” magic obstruction canceller that the teacher used continuously and I used at the end was broken because the blue jewel part was broken.

Therefore, we will rent a horse and follow up.

"Hi !! Count Baumeister!"

"Die here, throw away weapons and surrender."

"Surrender! Life saves me!"

Three of us start pursuing with about 300 kingdoms.

However, the palace was originally a discarded unit and had low morale, and in addition, with the withdrawal of the Duke of Nuremberg, most of the units surrendered without fear.

The elders who appeared earlier seemed to be slashing mainly around their control units.

In front of you, you can hear the intense swordsound.

"Throw away the weapon on the ground, hold both hands on your head! As soon as the unit managing the prisoners comes from behind. If you change your mind and take on the battle, you will relentlessly burn the bones."

"I will not do it! I will do it!"

"The Duke of Nuremberg has no reason!"

Most of the mercenaries and noblemen who are proud of their valor have tremble and accept the surrender to me, who burned all the supply stations to the fireballs that were released in large quantities in the battle with the master.

"I came to my mind about Al, but it's easier than I thought."

"Everyone. I don't want to be burned by the fire magic of Count Baumeister. Even if you surrender, your opponent's strength will be killed, so the chase continues!"

After all, pursued until the evening, and we should have gained nearly 10,000 POWs alone.

But the enemy, the unit of the Duchess of Nuremberg succeeded in withdrawing without much sacrifice, and the war situation was not yet in a state where the war situation could be reassured.

Still, win is win.

The Liberation Army's voice of delight fell on the field battlefield.