Late at night.

The night book went down, and the forest was wrapped in complete silence. Raptors and bugs. In addition, there were bodies around that had not yet been recovered. Two people enter such a creepy forest.

One was a boy and the other was a young man.

However, even though it is a young man, his body is quite different from that of ordinary people. Sharp, sharp atmosphere and glare. With a light grip on the knife on his hips, he moves forward.

Magician of the Sword ─ ─ Baltort-Icelander.

There is no one who dedicates all his life to the sword, and who comes to the right in its treatment in this world.

It is also called the magician of the sword, but its essence is an overwhelming sword. Bartolt was a flexible thinker and did everything he could to be strong. Modern magic is also profoundly shaped, and of course he is an excellent magician.

However, all this is but a means to sharpen and clarify your sword. The name Magician is incorrect and he is a pure swordsman.

Magic is only used in the field of physical strengthening. Never rely on magic in the use of the secret sword that lies ahead. Areas that reached the end of decades of training.

The secret sword inherited from generation to generation is pure swordsmanship that uses nothing magic, so much so that it is said to be beyond the realm of magic.

He came to this battlefield at the behest of the Royal Army, but for the best reason he wanted a strong opponent... that was his motive.

"... apparently, my opponent is a sword. But the heyday is already over, Grandpa. The fun will be cut."

Out of the darkness came a man with bright red hair. Age is a fairly thick body that appears to be in its twenties. That is the body of the old Baltort, no matter how much he continues to train.

No matter how strong you are, you can't go against your age.

It is a certain destiny common to all mankind.

Lucas, stay back.

Yes, Master.

Baltort told Lucas in a quiet voice. He also understands his mentor, Baltort, and keeps going back.

"You're with a kid. My opponent is in total disarray. Hey, Grandpa. Let's have some fun, shall we?

……

Dry, one of the Seven Sages, talks to Baltort in an arrogant tone, but his voice has not reached him yet. I wonder if he's concentrating to the limit, or if his vision only shows a dry appearance.

The unnecessary information seemed to have been completely shredded.

"Grandpa, I won't forgive anyone."

……

"I don't know. I don't know. Then you're going to die a lot!!

Dark particles overflowing. As it converges, Baltort is surrounded by a sea of flames. Is the temperature gradually rising, or is it rising to such an extent that the ground melts away and melts?

In the meantime, Baltort is holding his sword in silence.

The clothes I'm wearing are burnt out and my skin is completely visible. It's probably obvious that every bone will burn out in less than a minute. Dry laughed uncomfortably while distorting her mouth.

I've burned and killed so many people on the battlefield. There is no mercy in him now. Compared to today and today, I will kill the enemy as usual.

That's what I thought, the next moment.

Dry saw something incredible.

"─ ─ First Secret Sword, Lightning"

Draw knife.

It was a blow fired in the middle of nowhere. The slash, which was born by pulling directly beside it, penetrated the sea of flames and cut off the upper and lower parts of the dry body.

"Ah... what? Hey... what's going on with this...?

The dryness sinks into the bloodbath without knowing what happened. At the same time, the sea of flames disappeared from the scene.

Baltort bowed politely when he delivered his sword.

The work seemed smooth and revealed his history of diamond sharpening.

"Master, you did well."

"Hmm. The opponent was quite skillful, but be careful. Lucas, keep that in mind."

"Yes, of course."

So they left the forest.

"... four people are dead"

Underground space of the Empire. In one of the rooms, Eins listened to the voice of Humph, one of the Seven Sages.

"Humph, which story is that?

Ask. As Eins already knows, I dared to ask Humph.

"Four of the Seven Sages. Zwei, Dry, Feer, Xex"

"I see. Well... originally, I didn't think those four would reach the seven remaining magicians. It must be a paradigm of anticipation."

Yes, it is.

Eins never really talked to the Seven Sages except for Humph. Even the same companion to him is just a token. In the scenario I imagined, it was certain that I would die somewhere.

He was told that the special existence of the Seven Sages was by no means inferior to that of the Seven Wizards. Behind that, Eins never underestimated the seven great magicians.

Technically speaking, he was rightly appreciating contemporary magic.

Even if you can use the Zero Mass Acacic Material, it is not absolute. Because I don't think that Ice is completely superior to modern magic using the first material "Primateria" and code theory.

"... Eins. What happens next?

"The situation is pretty tight. The disappearance of those four will give the Royal Army a considerable advantage. But this is a war that doesn't matter whether we win or lose. All we need is a lot of blood and us and his presence. But she's a blind man."

"... Lydia-Aynesworth?

"That's right. I don't know what mutation she is, but her presence is no longer necessary on this panel. No, now I've been killed by four people, and I just wanted one more soul to use..."

"... is Lydia Einsworth your last token?

"Oh, it's different from the original plan, but I think it's better."

"... okay."

Fufu nodded with cockroach. He is still a young boy, and at first glance he is not old enough to understand anything. Behind his appearance, he understands everything. How should I behave in the future?

"Hmph, can you do it?

"... of course. I'll stab her, but I'll kill her."

"Fufu. That's helpful. It's all right. We're going to collect your soul."

"... yeah"

Smile uncomfortably.

Slowly tilt the wine glass and pour the liquid into your throat. The alcohol-specific sensation leaves your body. That said, no matter how much I consume, I never get drunk with ice cream.

Eins thinks it was such a long and short journey. I've created this battlefield, deceived my people, and kept everything going as planned. No matter how much blood is shed on the battlefield, by him it is only one means.

Because I take it for granted to tread on human dignity, it never hurts my heart. Everything is just a trajectory to reach the world of truth, Arkasha.

And he starts talking as if he were talking to himself, looking away.

"Ahh... Ray. Almost there. I'll see you soon."

The Battle of the Far East was finally in full swing.