Helper teacher of magic girls' school

Moral was grinning at Jonathan as he waved his long sword at the back and slashed and dumped the goblins.

Heh heh, don't do it pretty good!

So he took a step up the stairs to the knight.

Now I can give my husband a good report... later...

Defeat the enemy in front of you!

And we also need to catch a guy emitting a different Magic Wave (Aura).

The identity of the discomfort Moral feels - it was behind the flock of goblins.

"Hehe, sister Gisele. Let me use magic to reference your moves."

Moral began to say spirits when he muttered.

"I request help in the name of my Lord. Aliton, the king of water! Give the frozen water of the Mourning River (Coquitos) the hardness of steel."

Pishu!

Cold water erupted from Moral's fingertips.

It was then.

A few goblins came at once against Moral.

"Ha!"

Moral lightly exudes temper and shakes his finger sharply.

Then the water erupting from her fingertips snapped the neck of the goblin and tore her body apart.

This is a magical increase in water pressure.

It's like making water jets more powerful today.

"Shit, it's magic... it's so different from my husband. It's better than nothing."

Moral grinned bitterly with a peppered tongue.

Apparently, she also absorbed the magic that was the source of her power when she mutilated the goblin.

Come on, it's time to go.

Did your body loosen up or did your moral move faster and faster?

"Shh!

Moral roars with a temperamental voice, and goes down the attacking goblin.

It's as gorgeous as a dancer dancing gracefully from the side.

More and more goblin corpses to go...... that had already reached more than 90% of the herd.

" $# @ % × * No Ω"

Suddenly there was a heterogeneous voice from the back of the herd that was distinctly different from goblins.

And when the goblins were short, they stopped fighting and retreated.

"Huh, that's him."

Moral whines intriguingly.

That was an odd little ghost.

It's much smaller than the successful goblins we're with, but it's hidden in its body.

Magic power is considerable.

My husband attacked Sister Fran when he helped him before...

That's when I hear a voice from Jonathan behind me.

"We almost knocked this one out, but the rest of us suddenly withdrew... why not? Is that him?

"Sounds like it. Oh? Heh heh heh, sounds like they use attack magic on us for business purposes. Because the chant of the Spirit is beginning."

I felt the magic of the little ghost go up. Even the moral laughs funny.

"Yep! What? Use magic? That's not if you're laughing. While I'm incomplete, I can use the magic barrier of the Sacred Knight Stream, but I can only protect myself. I can't protect Emily and you!

"It's okay! Don't worry!

Looking back, Moral gazed at Jonathan with dark-colored eyes close to red.

Moral today is changing the color of his eyes and skin in a human way, which can be seen as the Demon Clan.

"As soon as I get out, the ice-cold will cover you again."

"Huh? What? Ugh, wow! That flew through the sky!?

The moment I say that, Moral floats in the universe fluttering.

And when she uttered something of a spiritual nature, she grew out of the place where the ice-column fell off, and a new ice-column burst up with loud noises.

And now it continues to grow, completely covering the top of Jonathan and the others, along with the ice columns that have existed so far.

" $# @ % × * No Ω"

Another word from the little ghost that doesn't make sense.

Apparently, magic activates.

Kisha!

A number of fireballs appeared over the head of the little ghost with your bad screams.

Fireballs are about the size of human heads.

"The Magic of Fire Attributes - The Top Version of Fire Bullets (Fire Blitz), huh? Phew."

Morals floating in the universe observe closely as they arm themselves.

Apparently, he was identifying his opponent's attack magic.

It hasn't moved at all.

Kisha!

Eventually the fireball is released with the scream!

One, two, three!

The fireball is still uninterrupted.

That's a good number to reach 10 shots altogether, going towards Moral himself and the ice-cold where Jonathan and the others are, respectively.

"Heh! He can also sort the direction of shooting? Let's do it!"

A fireball that makes a noise and looms - although it was a moral surprise for a moment that it was dispersed and released, it plays with a light bare hand without changing the expression of the fireball that came in front of me.

The fireball that attacked Jonathan and the others also hit the ice column, but dispersed without any help.

Naturally there is no single scratch on the moral or the ice-column.

" $# @ % × * No Ω!

The little one is stunned that his confidently unleashed attack magic doesn't work at all.

"Hehe, you seem surprised. It's frozen water from the Mourning River (Coquitos). Your little... fire doesn't work."

A little ghost is emitting a wave of fright at the moral.

Apparently, it's a sign of escape when you see it as no match for morality.

"Heh heh, I'm not letting you get away with it - right?

When Moral laughs dull, he flies through the universe at a great rate, approaching the little one at once.

The surrounding goblins tried to protect the little ghost.

"Out of the way!"

Moral wipes out the goblins with a whip of high-pressure water that runs from his fingertips.

Occasionally, the goblins turned into good meat chunks.

"Binding (Liszlikshens)!

The spirit was chanted in a sharp tone from the moral at the same time as the goblins were slaughtered, and the mysterious little one could no longer move as it was.