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

Darkness.

In a world of darkness where this world was as if it had been anointed black, the two were relative to their enemies.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Raise your roar and wave that fist. When the opponent lowered his hips and exchanged them, he dived into the big man's pocket. Then he rolled his fist out with his legs like a spring on his chin.

The movement completely transcends normal human perception.

It is an act because I am a magician using the internal "Inside" code.

But of course, the big man is another magician. I didn't even have to think about the means to prevent it.

"─ Ha."

The big man laughs with his nose.

It was as if the attack was too monotonous, no. I thought the plan was too harmonious to have any pleasure, but I flew the other man's arm with a knife.

Blood.

Potatoes, Potatoes Potatoes and blood dripping on the ground.

The other man's arm strikes the universe, and the big man throws that arm at the target with the same procedure as the one that throws the ball when he grabs it right away.

As that arm flew as it cleaved through the dark night, it just hit the jaw of the opponent, who had a distressed look on his face.

"Ugh, guh... ahhh..."

Raise a voice that isn't even a voice, and the opponent falls to the ground.

I was unable to react properly to the shock caused by the amputation of my arm.

And unnecessarily, I let go of consciousness on the spot.

Spreading blood buildup.

The big man staring lightly at it slowly moves forward.

"Hey, Morse, we're done here."

"What about Todome?

"Not yet."

"Nice. Please leave it at that. This one will be ready in no time.

Morse, the brown-haired man with the middle back meat called, was also fighting the enemy again. Relative are the five enemies.

He was alone in that.

The opponent is also hand-worked. Platinum "Platinum" mage equivalents classified at the top if indicated by the rank of Mage.

He overwhelms only five of them, who are skilled in combat technology.

"Gu......!

"What the hell...!

"This guy, why!?

And the other guys who raise their voices.

Why say such words?

That's because it slips through all the magic you think you're definitely hitting. That was the same even close and physically cut with a knife or something.

Morse continues to be attacked by it with a nigga and a smile.

Slowly, just keep getting attacked by it. Of course, intact.

The other men have also been gone many times before, such as witchcraft killings.

But this was too heterogeneous.

No matter what sorcerer, the essence that underlies his ability can be discerned to some extent.

The confidence was in these five.

But what about now?

Originally, assassins sent only to kill these two. That number was outnumbered by ten. Other unloved work as usual.

Kill me, get paid and done. That's all we thought.

I also research all of their qualities.

No way, just a magician. However, there was only information that something illegal was being done behind it. Each other, a being dyeing its hands into darkness.

There is no such thing as belonging to the Sorcery Society, but the sorcerers who live in the world behind them.

Even them like that had never met so much darkness.

"Well. Is it time to get ready?"

That is the first time he exercised his magic against an opponent when he stared at the five with a good-looking grin of a person.

Moments later, those five fall on the spot as if the thread had been cut.

-What happened? I didn't even see any signs of witchcraft. I can't see the flow of the first material, Prima Materia... at all... so?

In lying on the spot, the men thought pretty much the same thing.

It is a very natural phenomenon that the first material, PrimaMateria, converges when exercising witchcraft.

Some hand-worked magicians can instantly understand the magic that activates them from its signs.

But Morse magic didn't show any signs of it.

I'm just flattered, but it's all settled now.

"Well, Mr. Parra. This one's over."

"I always thought your magic was creepy."

"Compliments, I'm afraid"

"Ha. I'm not complimenting you. So, is it okay as usual?

"Yep."

Thirteen men rolling on the spot.

Para, although the opponent, who was hit by a big man called, still suffered limb defects and body damage, consciousness remained painfully.

The opponent Morse defeated, on the other hand, was still fully conscious.

Just because you can't move your body, your consciousness itself still remains firm.

"Aren't you going to look at it?

"I'm not interested in anything else. I'll take one."

"Yes, the area stays unfolding, so don't go too far away"

"Ah......"

When Para takes one cigar out of her nostalgia, she lights it by magic and leaves it intact.

What one Morse takes out of his nostalgia is a single knife. No, that's too short to describe as a knife. On top of that, it's thin.

In fact, it is a tool used in medicine called meth.

Why did Morse take it out?

The other men, who understood it, were zonked.

to that tranced grin of Morse. Try to caress the female as if she were caressing her, and when she strokes him, he first crouches down to the man who was nearby.

"Well. Fresh stuff, we need to get it out quickly."

"hey... what..."

"Oh! I can't believe you can still talk with my witchcraft! You seem like a really good quality magician this time. You have to thank someone for this."

Just hearing that voice makes Morse seem like the kind man he is everywhere.

That sweet mask goes hand in hand, and a first-sighted person wouldn't be wary of him.

But those who are in touch with the essence of witchcraft can understand.

Prima Materia, this overflowing lacquered black primary material.

It's like it's the abyss itself.

The men understood again.

I shouldn't have done that.

"Well, you're the first one"

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!

A resounding scream.

It was a mixture of unimaginable pain.

Yes. Morse did not hesitate to cut the man's head open.

The scalpel is magically fortified and then cut open its head as if it were something soft. The work was clearly a guide for those who were accustomed to it.

"... Phew. Now, will the rest of us do it?"

Thereafter, there was so much raw heat on this occasion with the word despair...... a hell of a tragedy.

"Are we done?

"Yep. Safe."

When Para came back after one of her clothes, there was a bloody tragedy going on there. The men are already desperate. Dyeing that face into a painful look.

The overflowing blood was still burning blood. Blood clots black after time. But now, by the time it was bright, it was beautiful red.

A tragedy that took place in an alley within the kingdom.

Sometimes it's late at night and I don't see it very well now...... Oddly enough, the moonlight was such a beautiful day today.

And be illuminated, miserable.

Seeing that, there was nothing Para thought. I just did my job as usual. That's all.

"So, who are these guys after all?

When Para asked so, Morse, wiping the adhesive blood with a handkerchief, replied this with a gentle voice.

"It would be assassinations by other factions. As it stands, we are the most advanced. As far as I'm concerned, I'm happy to have secured a new brain."

"... the eugenic institution Eusenix is not a single rock. Is that what you mean?"

"Yep. But as it stands, there will be unlimited number of people who can stop us by magic. The upper management is busy with another job, and now it's a fight downstairs."

"Ha. Right. Well, I don't care if you give me money."

"Of course. The reward pays for what you promised. If we can achieve our goals,"

"... I get enough money just in advance, though. But credit is the most important thing in our world. I'll do my job till the end."

"Thank you. Mr. Parra."

Morse smiles as he dyes that body in blood.

Since they met, the sun is still shallow. Morse hired Parra for a purpose.

In the world behind this sorcery, give him a name. Says that its strength is comparable to that of the Seven Mages?

No.

In terms of the skill of killing alone, Parra will already be counted among the highest mages in the world. A technique called magic polished just to kill.

Magic is only a tool, and it can also be the best tool in killing people in terms of enriching their lives.

Also, the names Morse and Parra are pseudonyms of each other. It's the only thing I use for work. But for both of us, it's just a name or something. It's convenient when you call it, so it's only to that extent.

Morse is good if he can fulfill his goals.

Para can just do the job she was asked to do.

That was what was connecting the two.

"Well, is it time to move on with the Rebecca-Bradley thing? Before other humans realize it."

"I'll take care of you. I'm just doing my job."

"Yep. And the vengeful will move on."

"... can you do it?

"That's all I've been lurking for the last few decades... They also seem to be asking you out knowing it"

"Ha. Right. Good luck at best."

"Yes, I will."

Behind the kingdom, the will of the dark night surely progresses...