Ice Sword Mage Unites the World - The Boy, the world's most powerful magician, enrolls in the School of Magic

Six months have passed since the Battle of the Far East began. The fires don't know where to stop and are only spreading further.

The war, which was supposed to be extinguished soon by the Kingdom's intervention, was completely muddy.

"Blue blue and thunder were simultaneously hit...?

"Yes, apparently the information is correct..."

Special Selection Unit Astral has been on various battlefields for the past six months. Of course, all of them were on the front lines, and Special Selection Unit Astral continued its activities to maintain the front lines.

"I see... that's very bad..."

Henrik received the information. Currently, communication magic has also developed, and it is possible to convey voice over a certain range of primary materials "primaterials." While such an information transmission system was being completed, the bulletin was enough to upset him.

Days being busily killed by activities as a Special Selection Unit "Astral". I have little time off. Of course, I get some sleep, but it's still the minimum I need.

The expression seeped with fatigue, and Flor, who had always supported Henrik next door, noticed. But we can't stop him. So far, the battlefield was in a terrible state.

In terms of the number of people killed, there may be more Royal Army troops, but the problem was that the opponent would attack without quitting suicide bombing. Many of the soldiers have died indiscriminately as a result of that Special Attack.

Continue to maintain the front line while dealing with it. The soldiers on the front line are certainly harsh, but Henrik, who commands the operation behind him, is also exposed to harsh conditions. There is no less harsh situation in this Far East battle.

Each of them is pushing their minds to kill and fighting with their spirits worn out.

I feel frustrated with Henrik every day and every time he reports the number of people dying. Was this really good or was this operation really good? I spend every day thinking about such things.

Even though he was old, his hair was much more gray than before.

I'm sure that the stress is superficial.

"Commander...."

"Don't look at me like that. I'll be fine."

Flor looked up at Henrik worried. Squeezing her hands in front of her chest, she was trembling.

Speaking of Henrik, she gently strokes her head.

"... Commander. Don't overdo it."

"That's an impossible consultation. You know the state of the war, right? We now have members of the Special Selection Unit, Astral, assigned to each unit and managed to keep them. And two of the seven greatest magicians were killed. Nothing on the other party, just unusual damage left here. We'll have to move to deal with it."

"But... that's..."

I knew it.

I've heard about Flor before. If we can make a big difference to this situation... it's only possible for the Seven Wizards.

Ice Sword Magician - Lydia Einsworth

Magician of the Sword - Baltort-Icelander

A fictional magician - Lieselotte-Adden

Phosphorous "Rinko" Magician - Marius Bassett

The winged sorcerer Françoise-Claire

There are now more than five of the seven remaining magicians. Of these, only Lydia the Ice Sword is a soldier. Other magicians are not military personnel. For that reason, I have no obligation or duty to participate in this Far East campaign... but in fact, I have already established a cooperative relationship.

I wonder if that was Henrik's commitment and that he managed to succeed in the negotiations. But in fact, each of the seven greatest magicians said with his mouth shut.

─ ─ The time has come.

It may be a hunch or intuition, but they all agreed in two replies.

Each of the seven major magicians has one or two habits and cannot easily cooperate with anything. Especially with the exception of the magician of Phosphor "Rinko" ─ ─ Marius Bassett, it is only the seven magicians who are weird.

But finally, the situation of the seven great magicians going to the battlefield was about to become a reality.

"The strength of the Seven Wizards will be a great force. But isn't everyone specialized in combat?

"That would be a natural question. But the world underestimates the seven great magicians. It's the same even if it's a king or a nation."

"Or is it undervalued...?

"Yes, it is."

I can't believe it in Russia. That is why Flor intended to fully appreciate the seven great magicians. But it's also true that not all of us are specialized in combat. Some of them are magicians whose main business is researchers and teachers.

"Powerful magic cannot be captured in the dimension of battle."

Looking away, Henrik talks. He knows. The essence of the seven great magicians. He was also a magician touching the scale. But he hesitated to enter the realm.

I was afraid. Keep moving.

That's why Henrik talks about the seven great magicians with respect and fear.

"The dimension of battle...?

"Ah, when it comes to the realm of the seven greatest magicians, that's the different dimension of magic. It doesn't fit within the boundaries defined by humans, such as combat and research."

"But... the two of blue and thunder..."

Yes, they're already dead.

Killed in vain, the body has already been recovered. It does not change the fact that there is enough fighting power over there to slaughter the seven great magicians.

Then the same is true of the other seven great magicians.

Do they have enough power to change this battlefield? Flor was purely anxious.

"I know. But that's why you have to believe. We should set up a battlefield where they can fight well. And I'm sure this... is about to happen."

"Yes... that's right..."

Henrik is still active. It is by no means energetic. While it was true that the expression seeped with fatigue, he had a definite mission.

We must continue to fight for our people who have died so far.

Henrik, who was ready for it, looked bright on Flor.

"Flor"

For some reason Henrik abandoned her. I often call myself a Captain, but only now is Flor...

Yes, I named her after her when we were alone in private.

Some of the Special Selection Unit Astral were aware of it, but it was mainly Howard, and Henrik and Flor were socializing. Although the age difference is considerable, Flor confessed and Henrik allowed it.

Of course, there is no confusion between public and private.

He acts as lieutenant colonel and lieutenant in the army. Henrik gave her name on the spot. Of course it makes sense.

"When this war is over, we'll get married."

Blue sky thunderbolt.

If she were to express her feelings now, that would be the most correct thing to do. Your face turns bright red and trembles. She also wanted to marry slowly. The dating period was five years, and it was time to think about marriage, even considering each other's ages.

But now we're in the middle of a Far East battle.

I couldn't believe you said such a thing right now. But because of this situation, Flor understands the weight of the word.

"Well, why now...?

"I wonder why. But I can always fight if my future with you awaits after this war."

"Stupid... you really are always... stupid..."

"What about the answer?

"It's decided to be good. That's it, please understand...!

"... thank you."

Stay close.

And they hugged each other. Flor gently shed tears and was struck by a feeling of exaltation. Henrik envelops her like that.

There is no guarantee that we can go home alive with each other.

But that's why we're looking for a definite future. We can continue to fight for the future that awaits us. No matter how close it seems to break, you can move forward.

After they stared at each other, they gently exchanged lips. It was a very gentle and soft mouthfeel.

They kept embracing each other as they carved in their presence.

I'm sure there's a definite future ahead.