Helper teacher of magic girls' school

Lilya's expression changed.

It changed as if the flowers were blooming.

Gregory is confronted by a dark-haired demon and has not noticed any change in her expression.

Gregory felt uncomfortable so much that he couldn't afford to care less about Lilya's condition.

This demon has a gentle, gentle grin while being rubbed by the mighty underworld wind they have unleashed.

Normally, the devil is cruel and cunning.

The ugliness of his character and soul can also be seen on his face, so the basic demon has a frightening or unpleasant face.

On the other hand, it is sensitive to its own injuries and appealing to others.

That spare...... no way the magic is working!?

It's a powerful underworld wind, no demon has ever worked!

It was when Gregory thought so inside.

Ha, sure, you're right, warm (soaked)!

It's as warm as a spring breeze.

All of a sudden I hear a sound in his soul.

"Hey, who are you!

Unexpectedly loud.

Because that voice was the voice of a refreshing young man, unlike the low and squeamish voice of the demon he had ever confronted.

"Ha-ha-ha."

The devil mocks Gregory for looking around for a moment.

The voice was as low as a devil-specific grunt.

"Don't laugh! You demon. My servant! Don't be foolish, give in to this busy demon with more powerful magic."

Gregory hastily ordered Richie to use his magic.

You instinctively understand that you were ridiculed, too, and the Magic Wave of Anger (Aura) is leaking from Richie.

Ha, ha, ha, ha!

Richie growled.

Gregory was right. He was apparently a first-rate wizard in his lifetime. He activated magic without chanting.

What emerged were enormous columns of ice.

It's the same magic Moral used in Maple Village before, but the size itself is smaller than this one.

However, unlike the ice columns made by Moral, the sharper and sharper one goes first, and what it is used for is clear purpose.

Its cutting-edge reflected on the white walls of the otherworlds and glowed spookily.

Eventually the ice column moved out as Richie nodded her tongue and moved her fingers slightly.

Apparently, he used the magic of mindfulness that moves objects.

Ice columns go in a straight line against demons who cannot move in the underworld wind.

As it is, the body of the brunette demon will be stabbed and pierced by the ice-column without remnants.

"Ha ha ha ha!

Richie's high laughter echoed in the space.

Ahhh! The devil...... dies!?

Lilya holds her head unexpectedly.

Ha! It's okay!

The voice of that young man echoes in my soul again.

When Lilya looks at the devil in a hazy manner, she is gently waving her fingers aside.

Huh! Oh, that demon is the one with this voice!?

Lilya gets stunned and stunned.

Ice columns loom even while we do this.

"Ha ha!

The underworld wind that was entangled as the devil stretched his limbs out thoughtfully dispersed.

And when he crushed the impending ice column with his knife, he quickly grabbed the remaining one.

Oh, ahhh!

Lilya looked at the demon who had made that extraordinary move as if she were dreaming.

"Ha, this stuff is on time. I'll give it back to you with interest, you dry bastard!

The mouth of the dark-haired demon opened and the words were unleashed in an interesting tone.

It's completely different from the scary, low, roaring voice I had earlier.

It was the voice of that young man who was echoing Lilya's soul (in those days).

The next time the demon laughed invincibly, he threw back the icy column he grabbed unconstitutionally.

Richie opens her eyes wide with a surprisingly hollow eye thrown back at the icicle she made.

At that moment, the ice-column that flew in at a tremendous rate was quickly piercing through the middle of Richie's face.

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"Oh, my God! Are you sure you're the devil?

Gregory teeth but the devil is flat.

"It would be the devil (...) for you...... but it seems different (...) for her. I thought you and I had a better fight than that, and the dried goods (Richie) are dead now."

Now it's time to die - Richie is inherently an immortal demon, as the brunette devil put it.

No matter how damaged you are, you have a body that will come back to life again and again.

But Richie, whose face was crushed by the devil, remained fallen into dust and mustard, without shadows or shapes.

A demon-attached interest is a magical wave in the ice-column - a magic against immortality (anti-undead).

This freed Richie from her destiny to live forever.

"Don't be ridiculous! The battle is still coming!

Gregory can roar.

I'm not kidding - my handkerchiefs are still limitless.

Just because I lost Richie doesn't mean I admit to losing!

"Ha, it's not bad to play with you..."

The devil laughs with pleasure as if he had read such a Gregory soul (in those days).

"I'm busy, too. - Let me settle this."

The devil who said so began to chant the Spirit of the Word, tying out the mark with his left hand.

"Let it! Silence!

Gregory sees the devil try to activate magic and activates the magic of silence unchanging.

Earlier, I also used the magic activated by Blanca, the samurai-head, on this brunette demon.

But!

The magical effect of silence unleashed by Gregory doesn't seem to be on the devil at all.

Apparently, this demon is disabling magic.

"Ha, that magic doesn't work on me when it comes to your arms. See, this magic - here, do it - silence (silence)!

At that moment, the words disappeared from Gregory's mouth.

Gregory scowls at the devil in resentment as he tries to vomit his words vainly, but when he takes out one piece of paper that is obsolete only by last resort, he scowls with his finger and screams something.

Naturally, there are no words, but at that moment my temper filled the neighborhood, and there were signs that someone would appear.

Then suddenly there are those who slap Lilya's shoulder lightly from behind.

"Hih!"

Lilya, who was concentrating on the battle between the devil and Gregory, stunned and her body tightened for a moment.

"Hehe, it's okay. I'm Moral, his wife and loyal squire."

Turning around, she stretches her beautiful platinum silver hair to her shoulders and stands a 15-year-old human girl with a neat face.

Unexpectedly Lilya muttered to repeat the girl, Moral's words.

"Um... Mr. Devil's wife?

"Yes, it is my job to protect you from getting into battle. Take a better look than that. The devil behind that Gregory Ash is finally called out."

The temper in front of him wrapped a vortex, and a giant pale fireball appeared from inside.

As with the appearance of the brunette demon who is here now, the gates of the other world will open.

"The first step is to defeat the demons that are about to emerge. Your husband says your fathers are more likely to be helped."

Lilya shall be hacked.

The brunette demon, this girl, and Moral seemed to have all the facts figured out already.

"Oh, please! I don't care what happens. My body and mind will bow. Give me my family instead! No, please save the people of Rodonia!

Moral smiled gently when he saw Lilya pleading desperately.

"It's okay, that guy doesn't ask for a price or anything... because I used to be too"

And I gently encouraged Lilya.

"You heard your husband calling to your soul earlier... and now you're calling. Your feelings alone are a great source of food and encouragement for him."

"Ha, ha!

It was to Moral's words that Lilya sent a hot gaze at the dark-haired demon confronting the pale fireball when she replied out loud.