I Want to Be a Receptionist of The Magic World

"Blah!"

I fall on my back to the ground again, unable to afford to avoid what flew in from the right if I were distracted.

If I held my head down and saw what was covered in Ithe and myself, it was Senior Bandero who turned his eyes glued there.

"Oh no, Senior Bandero, hold on!

I had not grasped the situation next door at all because I had concentrated on fighting Mr Heldran.

If I looked at Rockman sideways at a senior who didn't get up, I didn't have any bareback gestures to worry about this one, and I was riding Yuri and quickly rushing over to Mr. Heldran. He seemed to care about the foot wound.

Is that guy anywhere? Oh.

We can no longer expect Senior Bandero to recover, so we will evacuate him to everyone once and for all. After seeing a senior with healing magic from Mr. Zozo and stable complexion, I returned to the center of the arena again.

Is Rockman trying to melt the ice thread that wraps around Mr. Heldran, or so much so that he wraps the flame around the thread?

"I can't let that go."

"You're very sturdy, this. Well, I didn't think you were going to fall, but I didn't know you were wounded either. That's right, you're sturdy, too."

"You can't use healing magic. Even a scratch can be fatal. Is it going to be that easy?"

Did you give up cutting yarn, face me away from Mr. Heldran?

She can't win this game without defeating him anyway.

"Master Alwes!

"Don't lose to Hell -!!

Naturally, if only this audience, nobility, were here, I would know a lot of people. Such voices were heard from time to time, especially from the seat of nobility.

Other than that, "Beat it, Nanary!!" and a few civilian friends who supported me made my chest slightly lighter.

It's about time we dated this guy for 10 years, but no, I don't know if the term dating fits, but it's definitely a long time to get involved anyway.

"Finally, it's time to beat you officially!

"That's more or less what the losing side calls dialogue, okay?

"Shut up!"

Pull your eyeballs down with your fingers and put your tongue out. I'm so proud that no one will get out to my right with this behavior that I'm used to.

Fighting him begins without a signal.

"Nipas (blizzard)"

"Froga (Flame)"

The bomb has flown countless times, so we intercept it with ice bullets and detonate it.

They also freeze and destroy the bullets of fire that chase them everywhere, trap them under their eyes with their magic formations, nearly crush them with giant fists of fire, trap them in a membrane of high heat and let them die of heat, were they also reading a step ahead of them in trying to freeze and destroy his body in retribution, ice melted from the inside to break the technique.

Why.

I can't get to one more step inside.

"Froga Dracon"

When Rockman took the long cane of each piece of gold from somewhere, he laid a magic formation to appear a majestic dragon blowing fire.

"Crystalo Dracon"

I also lay down the losing and the magic formations.

A silver formation extending about half the size of the arena from the tip of Dar Arab Dos. What emerged from that glowing painting was a giant dragon of ice crystals with white and beautiful wings.

The dragons are threatening each other and trying to bite each other's necks off a thousand times.

I want to defeat Rockman, the main body, with an icy dragon, but it doesn't work either, and the two dragons fell at the same time after that.

I get a look like when I bite a bitter bug.

How can I be punished?

"Thermoclasphere (Absolute Heat)"

When Rockman turns his palm upwards, a small light dwells on it. Behind him emerged a space that resembled a sight called the universe that I had seen in textbooks and history books, like a mixture of blue and purple and black and green.

As the object began to turn clockwise and its space gathered into a small light as it was sucked into Rockman's hands, the wind began to rise and the light gradually grew and gained momentum.

That is super advanced magic among fire shaped moves. I was studying other types of magic as well. I don't know as much as its power, but it was magic that must be a threat. Power enough to burn everything down and not even ashes.

The only magic that can counteract that is in an ice-shaped move.

It would have been like this. There is.

"Apolito Midden"

A dark night sky space wraps around me. As the star instantly begins to spin overhead, one point turns blue and grows larger with a strong light.

"I'm Alwes Rockman, captain of the First Knights for my Royal Palace Magic Master of the Kingdom of Dolan... but she's no longer up against it"

"You deserve to be called the ancestral class."

Pitty Rockman's movement stopped.

And solve the magic of what might or might not be, and give him a look like he's lost something.

It's a great opportunity to close the gap, but it doesn't really fall.

I frowned in surprise and wondered how Mr. Heldran was still tied with thread. Even though the yarn doesn't cut off easily, in case it seems to loosen up, I need to reinforce it, just two on one is tight.

But there's something wrong with her.

"Muicia?"

You wondered what was ahead of my gaze. Rockman looks at her, too.

Then, like a few minutes ago, he ran over to Mr. Heldran and tapped that cheek gently with a petite.

"What's going on?

"He's anaemic."

His face was bright blue.

I also solve the magic of getting out, interrupting and rushing by.

"What's wrong, we both solve magic at the same time... Muicia Heldran is down"

"Something's not right in the venue since earlier. There seems to be a lot of anaemics out there."

The audience is frightened.

I snapped my fingers and untied the thread, and I let Mr. Heldran lie on the ground. But Rockman holds Mr. Heldran in his arms because the ground is cold, and puts his hand on her forehead for healing magic.

"And Mr. Muicia? Aren't there too many of them?

Sit down on one knee next to Rockman and tell him that someone had fallen out of anaemia in the same way before Mr. Dean.

The story had been told by other knights and Rockman seemed to know, but he looked difficult and stared at Mr. Heldran.

Her complexion never gets better even though she's healing magic. It looks painful.

"Mr. Heldran? Daiji..."

"Phew... oh... that's easier"

Mr. Heldran, who noticed me peeking into his face, reached in, so he grabbed that hand and drew it around his chest. Then he gives me a cheerful look with a smile all the time. The look on your face when you were fighting me sounds like a lie and makes me worry extra.

She shrugged, wondering why.

When I say that Rockman's healing magic must have worked, he shakes his head saying that's not how it feels.

"As soon as you hold my hand, it will ease."

"Huh?"

"It's true, you look a little better."

There is a slight redness on the cheeks that were blue and white. I did see some signs of recovery.

But I don't think I'm the cause. I think Rockman's healing magic just worked when it was just right.

That's not true. If I put my hands together, Mr. Heldran's complexion got worse again because of something strange. I shake my hand again in a hurry, thinking I'm stupid. But I wasn't feeling better this time. I still thought it might not matter, but think about where Mr. Heldran was putting his hand earlier. Sure, on the chest, where I wear my uniform headscarf.

Could it be, no, it works like that? And half-heartedly, I removed my uniform headscarf and put it on Mr. Heldran's head.

"I kind of like it..."

"What's going on?

"My uniform is the one dressed as a deactivation suit, which deactivates attack magic from the outside..."

Speaking of which, I'm wearing such a uniform, isn't it natural that you can't scratch so much? Now I feel like I cheated and challenged the fight. It sucks.

Magically disable Change from costume to blue moving everyday clothes.

The deactivation costume gently put it on Mr. Heldran's body.

But what the hell is the uniform disabling?

Rockman narrows his eyes to my question.

"Come here"

"Huh..."

I heard voices.

I'm not dreaming, I'm not sleeping, but that voice that's bothering me with sleep deprivation is ringing in my head.

"What's going on?

"I can hear you."

"Voice?"

The moment Rockman nearly says that, the sound of Keane echoes all over the arena.

The audience and the other contestants stood by their eyes with their ears shut, but the arena itself rocked up and down violently making all sorts of, nasty sounds.

"What's going on with this?!

"Come on... the junction is about to be broken by something"

With Mr. Heldran off his arm and a golden wand on the ground, Rockman laid down a magic formation to reinforce the junction. I see how the guy seeped sweat in my forehead while blocking my ears.

The junction is broken? Do you mean the defensive membrane that covers this arena?

He was staring at the empty battlefield above the arena.

That's where we couldn't play the game because we thought there was something wrong.

"No way......"

"What, that black one?"

The empty stadium was covered in black clouds.

And from there, white light, something like a bigger ray than thunder, is about to break through the defensive membrane stretched on this arena. The identity of the vibration would be that shock wave.

"Captain, no, you can't. You'll be torn!

"Alwes, avoid it!

I heard Prince Zenon screaming like that from the competition seat.

"The more you use your magic, the more I suck it. It's a waste of resistance. '

A low male voice, crossing the arena.

"Hell!"

"Wow."

They pulled my arm and held me in.

The defensive membrane is torn with the explosion at that moment, something like a meteorite falls into the center of the arena where we are on our feet.

The dust broke out and I coughed up.

I was blind to something like that, but apparently with Mr. Heldran in his right arm, he held me in his left arm and Rockman put a defensive membrane around us small. I have a cane in my right hand.

I tried to protest that I was avoided even if they didn't do that.

"Ice, I finally found you."

Ground recessed and destroyed by impact, there he was.

"Count Huey......"

Rockman squeaks.

"Aristotle, Doctor......?

He had glowing eyes in deep red, it was Dr. Aristotle.