The castle of the Count to the east.
On the balcony upstairs, the old Count is distorting his face in front of the letter.
(Such a nasty hand)
Calling from the King. In contrast, he told me he was late because he was ill, but he couldn't admit it.
Not even surrogate. Exceptionally, it would be nice if the grandchildren appeared.
(There's no way I can do that)
Twin grandchildren dearer than myself. I think of that clever and adorable figure, teething.
(There's no way I can let a Fushidemon temple called Royal Castle or anything like that go without me)
Purity that you don't doubt is the food of the devil's outfits.
Something will blow in about myself, my grandfather. And direct your thoughts.
(Stand on the other side and start to rebuff yourself)
With a demonic look, two grandchildren who blame themselves loudly.
The clear eyes are clouded, and behind them stands the Chancellor of Distorted Laughter.
Imagine the sight, despair spread to my heart.
"What's wrong with you?
The voice of a man heard from behind.
You don't have to turn around, but the Lord knows.
In this castle, there is only one person, such as yourself, the lord, who does not use respect.
"Lord Sage."
Correct your residence and turn back.
Leaning against the wall with your left hand, man around twenty. I was wearing rough clothes that I didn't feel comfortable looking at.
He holds a young maid in his right hand and keeps slowly rubbing his chest.
The atmosphere is loose, but the maid will be taking care of it. Her hair was shaped well and her beard was shaved beautifully.
"Can you hear me?"
The old Count spins his words with a grueling eye.
Tyranny of a rapist who serves the king. An inhumane demand to take a young grandson hostage.
And the intimidation that if you don't obey, you sue for force.
The wise man, having finished listening, obliquely obliqued his mouth.
"Let's talk about it."
For the wise, this is the place to compensate the clothing dweller.
Besides, the grandchildren are also their own disciples.
On his unconsciously powerful right hand, the maid screamed with a mixture of sweetness.
"Can I help you?"
To the words of the Old Count, nod gently.
"I'll take care of it. When you get here, I'll crush you properly."
But they're the Knights of the Kingdom.
The words make the expression of a wise man look more rude.
"Ah? Who are you talking to, you"
Out of my mouth was a low voice.
The right hand pinched the tip hard and the sweetness fell out of the maid's scream.
Understanding that he had caused the mood to be damaged, the old Count explains in advance.
"No, well, be careful. That's what I said."
Forgive me, and I will regain the mood of a wise man when he bows his head.
"Knight, you're not my magic enemy."
I remember the East Country and laugh at Niyaniya.
The first pompous appearance began like a water balloon stabbed with a needle.
And then he showed up, a little bit more. Looking guy. Some of them have unleashed their magic, but their power is low and they were able to deal with it adequately with Magic Shield.
(Plus, you had a short range)
After taking a distance, a one-sided ravaging attack of your own.
The knights of the eastern kingdom continued to be attacked by magic until their death, from a distance neither near nor able to escape.
(Only the weak ones.)
But that's convenient.
I got one. Yeah.
The overwhelming power of self is revered by all.
(Because of that. Do you want to make a fool of yourself?)
Says the bad guys are coming. Kill them all and the world will be a little prettier.
If you want, you can go out and defeat the evil man's mastermind.
With that in mind, Sage kept rubbing his chest with his right hand.
Early summer morning.
With the sunrise, the birds begin to chirp.
On a small high hill, surrounded by walls, the castle of the Old Count.
In that shadowy western forest there was a group of unbeatable minds by the birds.
"Let's go"
With the voice of Cornell rises the King (Viking) of the Class A Knight Two Blades.
Behind it two horsemen b-class, lightning and aristocratic child.
Slightly behind, the Ponytails' C-Class Four horsemen continue.
The knights of the Seven Horsemen joined in a row and began to advance quickly towards the castle.
I don't recommend surrender now.
Launch an attack and confirm the power of the self-proclaimed wise man. If possible, drop the castle as it is.
"Lord Cornell. That one. '
To the lightning voice from the rear, increase the magnification of the eyes that were directed toward the castle.
In the air near the tower, a magic formation had appeared.
"Attack magic? At this distance? '
A magic formation that gradually increases in size and luminosity.
Cornell's voice mixes with confusion.
(We still have more than double it until we get into this range)
Ranged attack magic with a knight's weapon.
If you want to exercise equivalent magic, your opponent is naturally out of range.
I don't see that. A self-proclaimed wise man is very unlikely. Then there is one thing that means.
(Will it arrive, from this distance)
If so, the strength of a self-proclaimed wise man far exceeds expectations.
The slowly spinning magic formations go with increased size and brilliance.
Cornell was forced to make a decision whether to proceed or return.
(Switch to maximum battle speed but be attacked before reaching the Operator)
Too far apart.
And if it's as powerful as it seems, I'm not just a Class A knight.
(But back off, if now wasn't the maximum range, what would happen?
Attracting and shooting are the basics of shooting. Full potential.
If that's the case, they'll be after my back running back. Then you better get ready to take it and move on.
Knights who are fast paced and still keep moving forward.
Lost in judgment, Cornell had his back teeth smeared.
Castle of the Old Count.
Sage standing in the center of it, on the watchtower of the highest tower.
It seems very grumpy.
"What time do you think it is? You guys."
On my sleeping head, my morning mustache. Early signs of internal bleeding caused by several kisses on the chest.
He always lets two or more maids serve him when he goes to bed.
And every night, to work until late at night, it's always late to wake up. In fact, I just started sleeping earlier this morning.
"I'll kill you."
Crunch like throwing up and throwing away, wearing a bolt of your head.
Then he spread his hands wide into the universe and began chanting.
"Beyond twenty-seven thousand, after five thousand, three sisters. I will remove the wall that blocks you, my friends, now. '
Words that spin naturally, even without consciousness.
Sage smiles nasty as he looks down at the knights heading this way.
(Bake the guy in the back first? I'm looking forward to seeing their faces later)
Already in sufficient range.
If the rear knight is defeated, those who remain will realize. That we have already set foot in the aftermath.
I can't move on or go back. I thought of the despair of those who understood it, and the mood of the wise man was restored.
"- The sister of the red balls, reach out to the second daughter of the pearl. The second daughter of the pearl took the three women of Obsidian... '
I can't laugh because I keep chanting.
(I'll give you the first shot, big one. Be prepared.)
But the melody of the voice was very similar to a fun laugh.
Towards the castle, the Knight of the Seven Horsemen marching east.
Behind it, in the mountains to the west. From between the growing grass leaves, you can glimpse a beige knight on one knee.
(From that distance, a magic attack. Ah)
Smells like fragrant coffee, allowing you to stand inside a narrow cockpit.
I frowned with a white cup in one hand.
(Wouldn't that suck?
Me spending the night in the cockpit seat and getting up earlier than usual.
I was drinking Morning Coffee while rubbing my eyeballs, but all at once drowsiness flew away.
(Size and glow of that magic formation, probably don't reach the Cornells)
On the other side, like me, there seems to be a knight who specializes in ranged attack magic.
Regardless of grade A or B, grade C would be bad.
If the first shot targets the rear of the line, there's probably no life for the ponytails.
(Hmm.)
Sometimes the guild chief has cautioned me, and I was just going to watch the game, but he doesn't seem to be doing so.
What's in a cup that's still hot and can't be drunk. Throw it outside and set up the wand "Rifle" standing on one knee.
The optical correction magic formation was then enhanced to capture the magic formation in the center of the aimer Iron Sight.
(but odd)
That's where I notice.
The magic formation is unfolding unusually slowly.
(That, we're still on our way)
Magic formations drawn up in the air.
Slowly spinning, the pattern is added one by one.
An unfinished magic formation gradually approaching completion. I've never seen anything like it.
(Maybe you're not a knight)
The weapon of the knight already has a magic formation written on it.
If you want to activate it for this reason, simply pour magic into the weapon. I don't need chanting.
Immediately the finished magic formation unfolds and starts.
(For example, a biological magician)
Heavy, big and expensive tools, like the cane Rifle held by the old lady Old Lady. Instead of being unnecessary, it takes a lot of effort to activate.
By continuing to chant, the magic team takes shape. And for the first time since it was completed without mistake, magic is activated.
(But it's just slow to activate. not inferior in power)
Reminds me of seating at the Pilot's School.
Even if it is biological, the magic of a sorcerer can hurt a knight. I told you to be careful.
(... dude, you're still gonna grow up)
Magic formations that continue to increase in size and brilliance. I see how it is, and I groan unexpectedly.
They were growing up to be comparable to D-ranked arrows of light (Magic Missiles).
(I'm operational, top of the line)
Same way I slammed into the lodging town and drilled a hole in the A-class knight. If you can do any more magic, the old lady's Old Lady won't have it.
(Open state with no misrill shell, no weapon support. Can it still be activated)
The amount of magic the sorcerer is consuming is three D-rank magic shots in simple calculations.
If the D-rank can be used, this world is called the highest magician.
Unexpectedly my throat rings with spit at a level I've never heard before.
(You can't make me shoot like that more and more)
Decide on the policy and pour E-rank magic into the wand Rifle.
(goes by harassment)
The Guild Commander tells me you're overcautious. Let's be supportive here.
(Yikes)
When magic is poured in, the magic formation starts instantly. Expand around.
I set aside some time and was ready to activate.
(Continues)
Range-oriented, castle towers unleash long-range attack magic.
The arrow of light (magic missile) flying from the tip of the wand Rifle breaks down the top of the tower. The magic formations that were unfolding disappeared.
(Cancellation successful)
Weaknesses of a biological magician.
When you are attacked along the way and the chant is interrupted, you will return to the swing like you are now.
(We'll have trouble together)
A weapon made with plenty of expensive materials and technology.
Besides, if you're not a knight, you can't carry it or set it up.
Now if it's not too different from a biological magician, it's not worth it.
(Well, except for my magic again)
By the way, my recovery system doesn't need chanting. All you have to do is hope for activation.
That's the root magic (acacic magic) lent from the stone statue, so it would literally be something else.
(... I knew you were alive)
Shortly after the large magic formation disappeared, a small shell of light entered his sight.
Probably Magic Shield.
Who uses so much magic. With one throwaway punch for cancellation purposes, you can't die.
Advice, now on the walls, a new magic formation began to unfold.
(Here you go.)
I wait to grow up to some extent and snipe again with arrows of light (magic missiles).
Forcing the cancellation again.
(I won't let you activate it)
That's what I thought, I kept hitting it.
White light muscles running intermittently through cloud-high blue skies.
I look up to it as I move forward, the knights of the kingdom.
Lord Cornell.
The word prompted the king of the two swords (the Vikings) to snort.
An arrow of light (magic missile) that flies from far rear does not allow the enemy to magically activate.
(Totally like this, out of common sense is a good place)
There's only one person, like you know.
Cornell, in his heart, bowed his head to his best friend.
"Maximum speed of battle! Run. '
The knights respond to the cry of the King of Two Blades.
At their respective possible limit speeds, they began to run towards the castle.
(It will be painful, but please just hold back a little longer)
Cornell apologizes as he makes the knight emit machine gun-like footsteps.
All this distance, all that power, it keeps shooting in a row.
The burden on the pilot would be tremendous. The spirit must be heavily shredded. If you do poorly, so does your life expectancy.
(Tauro.)
Sitting in the cockpit of the old lady Old Lady, looking like her best friend. That is accompanied by clear footage, which is reflected in the mind.
His complexion would have passed through the white, and he would have already become a pale "oh".
From the edge of his mouth, blood drips down to his chest.
But still, the man won't stop shooting backup.
(Damn)
My chest hurts, as if I've been hit with a nail.
(Soon with this sword, I will blow every wall)
In the fiercely vibrating cockpit, Cornell once again spots the magic formations that have occurred.
Those sharp eyes can be traumatic if you're weak. It was so intense.
The white light of the arrows of light (magic missiles) runs through the universe, west of this land where knights walk through the earth.
A corner of the Wang capital, a room in a building with a garden on the roof.
On the table was a large dandruff wondering if it would be fifteen centimeters long.
Dangobees now hang out with the green four-legged ones in the front.
……
Four hip-tall green legs with torso about half the length of a dandruff.
The morning light inserting diagonally through the window stretches the two shadows long on the table.
Noticing signs of looming from behind, the dangouts turn their heads backwards with chillies. But I won't distract my consciousness from the four green legs.
What showed up was a boar about twenty centimeters long. I just finished climbing the table.
This one looked at the four green legs and didn't show any particular vigilance.
"What's this?"
Dangobee asks.
Dangolow, the spiritual beast, was primarily left away to patrol.
"Yum."
Another spiritual beast, Imoske, who has just arrived, answers.
"Yum?"
Nodding imosque.
Dangolows twitch around the green four-legged area. Again, look back a little.
'It's not good, is it?
"But that's what he said."
Imosque to answer.
In fact, it is a "spirit horse" with these four green legs, Tauro.
Neither cucumbers nor eggplant were found, so peppers were used on the torso and sissitto on the head.
"Hmm."
He looks unconvinced, a dangolo close to a spiritual horse. Keep pushing your body and try pushing it a lot.
On a light top, a cicito bell pepper that was hip and unbalanced. He betrayed Dangolow's predictions and easily collapsed.
Clash against the table on the sidelines, Cisitou Pepper.
The shishitto can't resist the impact and slips off to the edge of the table as it rotates.
Surprising, panicking spiritual beasts. The way it is, it's like, dancing somehow.
Ultimately, the two snorted together and began to put them back together.
Tam later, by the way.
Spirit beasts stare at the Lord when he returns home.
The Lord drops his gaze on Chirali and the risen Cicito Pepper again.
……
……
Did you feel uncomfortable on the head of the cicito bell pepper facing directly to the side? Tilt your neck just a little.
But there was no mention of it.
The Lord who lays down his hips before them with a drink in his hand.
"Did anything unusual happen while you were away?
Out of my mouth is the usual inquiry. And it is a gentle grin, the same as usual.
The two replied vibrantly, "I didn't."