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

"Rose, say something!

"My intentions for the finals!

"How do you stand up to that Olgren player!?

"What are the measures about the intrinsic magic Origin......!?

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, I thought in my heart.

Huge numbers of people in the interview surround me.

And he asks questions early in the arrow succession. Just a heartfelt desire for my comment. Without knowing what I'm thinking right now.

But I respond with perseverance on the surface.

"Right. We want to do everything we can."

"Are you confident you can win!?

"... Ariane-Olgren is a formidable enemy. And that's why I'm here to try everything I can."

I paste a mask and just faintly answer numerous questions. But it's only a fix. It would be natural, such as doing everything in your power. I also want to tell the reporter in front of me that I don't understand that either... but that's not where this emotion goes.

No, I don't care where my emotions go.

He just wants to bring out the good words, because that's what he thinks he is.

I was purely happy when I finished the semifinals.

"... me and I managed to get this far... we can. I'll get right on with it..."

When I returned from the venue to the understatement, I was squeaking my own victory with such a whine.

It's the finals at last.

I could have gotten this far. I'm sure I wouldn't have made it this far without my days with Ray.

But... I haven't had a conversation with him since the Magics Chevalier, a magic swordsman competition.

I was just listening to him as we built what would be an Amelia Support Group and everyone supported me. I haven't had much conversation with everyone either.

That was a commandment.

Because I knew if I told you the story, I would be swayed. And if I see Ray... I'm sure he'll be "sushi". So I turned away.

Because I'm weak. Because he's still weak.

So when you move on, you're on your own.

When you win that way, let's get you greeted with a smile. That's how I finally got to the finals. I finally got here.

I said I'd see everyone. I saw another semifinals as I imagined the future to be blessed with all my heart.

"Wow... both of you..."

Watch the game between the two from the nearest corner. At the end of the aisle leading from the Athlete's Desk, there I was in the battle between Ariane and Albert.

It's Ariane overwhelmingly pushing. Saying so, but he can't break. I have endured endurance all my life and outdone that onslaught. Admitting to losing already, no one will complain. To say so, I knew I would never give up if I saw the look on Albert's face.

My whole body is scratched, and my savings are frozen on it. I'm sure there's no more... no decent feeling left either. Even though I say so, I still eat down. I won't give up.

He also changed after his battle with Ray.

Purely that is an amazing thing. Because I know the harshness of denying myself until now and continuing to move on from there.

But the next moment, I felt my confidence, the confidence I'd built up, smashed.

It feels like the glass is shattered. I felt like everything I constituted was breaking down.

"Hey... what... is that...?

Ariane's limbs were discoloured and black. Its limbs are drawn so that the red and black cord overlaps more than once...... take the sword Albert has wielded seriously white blade. And I crushed it... or something.

I don't remember very well from there.

When Ariane waved her fist in his abdomen, she saw him rolling down the ground, as if he'd blown something that wasn't a person... I imagined.

That must be me in the next game.

I can clearly understand it.

That magic is the original magic trick. I'm sure Ariane can make an effort to get to the point where something talented has made an effort...... its polar. That's the original magic trick.

The only magic of its kind.

That's just like Ray's ice sword. That's also magic and polar that only he can handle.

After all...... Ariane was a person on that side.

That's all, that's all I've known for a long time... I was applauded and scared of Ariane waving that hand.

How... how do I win?

Do I have enough sorcery to counter that inherent sorcery, Origin?

Ariane's true price is the super close range Cross Range. But even if I fight at the same distance, they do that overwhelming inherent magic, Origin, before me. So, should we distance ourselves? No, I can't do that. That intrinsic magic "Origin" was activated on the limbs. In other words, your leg strength as well as your arm strength must be equally enhanced.

I don't have the magic to just keep my distance.

My skill as a mage may indeed be of a high standard. That got Ray compliments too. But there's no trump card. So when your opponent gives you a trump card like this, you can't deal with it.

Ray was concerned about that, too, but in the end he never made it.

"I... how do I fight...?

I stare.

After all, the world is ruthless.

How can I feel like this? As much as I knew how it felt, I didn't want to get to the finals.

I was making a mistake.

You shouldn't have seen the fantasy of saying you might be able to fly out of a cage. You should hold the thought that was at your height.

Tremble...... my body keeps trembling.

No matter how I scratch it, I don't get the image that I can beat that Ariane. I was just overwhelmed and wondering if I would just roll down the ground like Albert did.

But I can't even stick it out like him.

Because already, this heart admits to losing.

Ah... I knew I was weak.

I wonder why you thought I was so weak that I could win, etc.

……

After the interview, the footsteps were heavy. Now I just didn't want to feel anything. I just wanted to be alone. Fortunately, I'm off tomorrow. Plus, there's a rookie and a third-place final before the finals.

The final I will be competing in will start this afternoon.

There's still time.

When I went back to my quarters room, I tried to spread the notebook first. How we should fight against Ariane... that's what I was going to think... what comes to mind is two letters of defeat.

Always is.

I can't do anything at the heart of it.

I was just thinking. I can't do anything about it.

I'm just overwhelmed by Ariane and the game's over.

On that day, I tried to tremble and slept with my body down. Fortunately my body was tired so I could sleep. And I thought.

He doesn't want to wake up anymore.

He doesn't want to stare, like reality.

"... in the morning, huh"

And wake up. Time is brutally running out. But today, it's not a holiday. It was... finals day. I just spent yesterday for no reason. He just stood still in the corner of the room, carving himself into the back of his brain to lose to Ariane.

And I ate properly, and slept again.

Nothing could be done in that way... The Magic Swordsman's Competition "Magics Chevalier" celebrated its final day.

Today, on this day, everything will be decided.

But I already know the results.

That means Ariane wins the rookie fight.

That's all for sure. Because right now, I don't have the image to win... or the energy to just fight.

……

Step forward in earnest.

Move so the interviewers don't find out, and I'll get to the modem early. At present, a third-place deciding match would have already begun. The audience's cheers are often heard, as are the loud voices of reality and commentary.

But now, I didn't want to hear that.

I'm in the corner of the room, just holding my own knee...... head down.

I want to live up to everyone's expectations. Everyone in the support group must also believe in the finals.

That I must win.

Until now, that was the power. That's why I was able to fight. But now... that's more shackled than anything.

No, it's not just everyone. The final will surely be the highest profile. In that, I expose myself to ugliness. I really want to run. But if you don't have the courage to escape, you don't have the courage to fight properly.

The bird in the cage stood up at the same time... and was struck with its wings.

I was so uncomfortable that I broke my heart with that overwhelming power in front of me. Ariane is different, after all. The talent is the same, and the amount of effort is different... and the way it is, it's overwhelmingly better than me. It's transcendent.

After all, I am only of blood.

You just have to stay adult in the cage. That way, you didn't have to think this... But at the same time, I wanted to... deny it. Because my days with everyone... were real.

Such contradictions are dominated by conceived thoughts.

I shrink in the corner of the room, I grind, I'm about to lose to myself.

That's what Amelia-Rose is all about.

I want to see everyone. To Ray...... I want to see him. I want to talk, in this heart. I want to be exposed. I want to throw everything out already.

But nobody comes here.

Because I know so, I... let my heart drop further into darkness. You can't change things in the end. So I...

Yep. I don't know how many times. When I repeated my thoughts, I heard the door of the modem open. But time should not be up yet.

If so, how did the door...?

But... I don't care. Someone came here to clean it, or something like that, I guess. You must leave soon. That's what I thought, but I felt like I heard a nostalgic voice coming from over my head... No, I exaggerate my expression of nostalgia, but now I feel like I haven't heard that voice in forever.

"Amelia."

……

I can hear the phantom.

There's no reason for that. Ray also has the job of steering committee member. I've been trying to be busy. Besides, there would be a seller's job. That's why I can't be in a place like this.

This is an illusion created by a weak heart.

Oh... how stupid is the existence of me... But his hands, touching this hand gently, were certainly warm.

It wasn't a fantasy or anything.

"Amelia... you were here..."

"How... how... here...?

"... I've known Amelia's escape from training."

"Oh, no... because... because... I..."

Shake off that hand gently touching me, abusively.

Now only to Ray, I didn't want to be seen.

I wanted to see you, but I didn't want to be seen with such pity.

That's what I thought. I notice. If you look closely, Ray's hands are shaking again.

"Amelia... I... I was scared..."

"Huh...?

What are you talking about...?

Am I mishearing...?

If you think so and raise your face, you get that look in your eyes like you're lost in something, not a face full of confidence as usual.

"Ray......"

That's how we exchange the last words before the game.

I know. His true thoughts, his true thoughts...