And the pasture that is trampled upon by the assault is afraid. A spear knight in heavy armor runs along with a giant horse, like a thunderbolt blowing into the blue sky like it falls out.
"- No!
A whisper of temper that the spirits of sound are also kaya. I can't see the expression because I'm wearing a helmet that covers my face, but I was so heartened to this one.
It's only halfway to setting up a weapon and trying to intercept, and the Goblins can't stand the temper of a spear knight and try to escape - but it's too late.
Three goblins are launched high into the universe shortly after screaming with a horse spear that has been swept away with the auspicious wind. The remaining goblins are trampled by giant horses, blown away, and finally the spear knight pulls the horse's reins, slows down the speed of the progression, and swirls.
"Wow... it's like a siege weapon..."
A normal horse would not be able to destroy an enemy in a single assault, etc.
That's what the Spear Knight did. The one-time big goblin who was in the rear felt the choice to escape made no sense, or he tries to throw the spear he had - but.
"Guh...... guh! Giggy!"
I put up a spear, and an arrow stands on Goblin's forehead. Not only that, but his shoulders, chest and arrows pierced one after the other, and finally Goblin dropped his spear and fell on his back.
"I can't believe I threw a dirty spear at Captain Raquel... shame on you, you fool"
The female knight who unleashed the bow is lighter than the spear knight known as Raquel and is also not wearing a helmet that covers her face. Slowly approaching to confirm the defeated goblin, but as far as radical words are concerned, there is a smile on its face.
If the Spear Knight was a biological samurai, the other was under the impression that he was a bow cavalry with an extension of the noble eagle hunt. He has stretched his saggy red hair around his shoulders, pulling red on his lips, highlighting his elegant beauty.
"Oh... I'm sorry, you've shown me something with a bad mouth"
"Ah...... yes, no. Thank you for your help."
"... Diete, Lady Astina is waiting. We need to get back to the report."
"Heh heh... if I captain, even if I hate magic, he seems to have worked hard for him. Isn't it pathetic to hate her too much?
You realize I used magic to stop the goblins - and you can see from my outfit that I'm a magician.
He wears a golden badge on his coat of attire to indicate that he is a court magician. It's not that noticeable, but if you look at it, you'll see.
"... it looked like we were fighting to help the inhabitants. Thank you for that. But I don't trust something called magic. Sorry."
At the School of Magic, magic is our raison d 'être, and superior magic power is subject to respect. But if you go outside, it's not a story. People who distant or discriminate against magicians were heard not to be uncommon, and in fact, when I was walking in the city in the capital, I was sometimes plugged into the cause because I was a student at the School of Magic.
But Mr. Raquel apologized to me for that. If there are any circumstances and you say you don't like magic, you can't reluctantly ask for understanding.
"Master Glass, the rancher seems to be injured. Earlier, with a goblin arrow..."
"Oh, I need to make an allowance right away"
"Handling......? The wound is shallow, so instead of washing it with water and wrapping the bandage around it?
That would be the story if nothing was painted on the goblin arrows. If you were injured by an arrow earlier, you need to check it out.
I lean against the ranch fence and approach the nagging man.
"Mmm... oh... I'll be fine. I got hit in the shoulder with an arrow, but that's a deep wound..."
- I can tell just by approaching, the man's face is earthy.
The arrow was poisoned. The area where the arrow hits and the fungus, the torn part of the clothes still has a slight purple stain.
"Excuse me, it looks like the arrows were poisoned. May I take care of it?"
"... who are you? Sure, it seems poisoned, but then either survive the poison or die..."
"That's not true. I'm a doctor, why don't you leave it to me to make some kind of bet without a cure?"
A spiritualist refers to a doctor who can use the spirits as part of his treatment, regardless of what spirits he is contracted with.
The poison used by goblins is a neurotoxicity possessed by a type of celidae. When it enters the blood, it circles the whole body and gradually paralyzes the muscles - if the poison cannot be broken down by metabolic function, it could lead to death in a few hours.
But if I can interfere with the plant, I can send the 'extracted from the plant' antidote exactly where the poison in the blood is flowing.