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

Clearly drawn, bright red battlefield.

Fly where there are screams, yells and explosions.

Burning body. Bouncing limbs. Flying eyes. Crushing skull. Rotten skin.

As he stood on the burning battlefield, he was taking the pain of circling his own body. There are also countless cuts, burns, bruises, internal bleeding or blue seeping areas on the body.

The operation was a success. But it did a lot of damage here as well as the other guy. My companion, who was next door earlier, scattered into something that was indestructible and difficult to describe.

I saw that look in front of me. He was afraid. At the same time, he was driven by a strong intent to kill. However, it was soon to be understood that no one could survive being emotional on the battlefield in response.

What we need is extremely sensible behavior. By pushing his heart to death, he was elevated to unwanted heights.

Repeated days that never end. A dispute that never sees an end or anything like that. On the contrary, it was also unclear whether he was winning or losing.

Maybe this is a nightmare. Maybe I'm just in a dream where I never wake up and it's not real.

But there is no room for such evasion. Just don't run away to live.

The boy is running through such a battlefield.

"Ha... ha... ha!!

I don't remember how far we've gone.

The boy is alone and runs through the battlefield clutching a knife resting on his hips.

The first war in which witchcraft was fully introduced.

This war, later called under the name of the Far East Battle, was gradually expanding in scale.

"Cold... cold..."

His long hair was already red liquid and Vietnamese. Is the red liquid dripping the blood of the person who killed it?

He sat down on the spot when he dived into the rocks without wiping that blood that dripped.

Hold your knees alone, stand still... just a boy squatting 'Uzuma' on the spot.

The feeling of killing people never disappears and continues to linger. Just the feeling of staying in that hand forever. After experiencing my first kill, I can no longer sleep much.

Repeat shallow sleep, just run around the battlefield.

That's how he stayed alive long after he was chased through the village. I find the food on my own, and I secure it and I manage to live something that I can't even call life.

As young as he was, he thought that there was nowhere else to live, such as his own place, and even the boy continued to wander through this battlefield and the manifested hell of a name.

……

No longer are those eyes lit with anything.

Eyes as if you are not interested in living, etc.

But what was driving him was the instinct to live.

He said we should live.

I have to live.

Driven by such instincts, he even keeps running on the battlefield.

Believe me, there is an ideal world ahead.

But if there's no such thing in this world, the boy will find out later...

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"Ha! Ha... ha... ha..."

Sweat drips.

The interior of the long hair, which runs all the way to the vicinity of the waist, inhales a large amount of sweat and traces of sweat spread over the pottery and the sheets of the bed.

The Bradley family.

Among them, the place is Rebecca's private room. A covered bed in a large room.

She was getting some sleep, as usual.

The time now is 3: 30 AM.

Very little, such as Rebecca getting up this late at night.

That, too, after all these spectacular dreams.

"Yes, what's that...?

Ask.

But no one answers that question.

If you look closely, there wasn't just sweat dripping on the sheets of the bed.

There was a mixture of red in the stain.

"Huh...?

Put your hands gently on your face.

Then there was bright red blood flowing from Rebecca's right eye as if tears were going down zero.

Two-flowing. Wiping that, sharp pain runs into both eyes.

"Ugh... ugh. What the hell...?

I don't understand.

That's how she looks at this situation alone, blindly. But now I'll do something about this flowing blood.

With that in mind, Rebecca heads to the bathroom alone.

Turn on the electricity and twist the faucet in front of the mirror and the water flows out as usual. First wash your blood adhered hands, then check your own eyes with a mirror.

Then there was a reflection of the demonic eye being activated that couldn't have been activated.

"Eye of the Devil? But this..."

Rebecca thought.

He said these eyes, which are changing to golden, are indeed signs of activation of the demonic eye. But I don't remember seeing the future or anything. What I saw was memories...

I don't remember it clearly.

The only thing I remember is how just one boy is running around a battlefield sounding place.

Dreams, I guess so... that was oddly realistic.

It's like you're experiencing someone's memory.

Such a feeling.

……

If you keep staring at both of your eyes, gradually those golden eyes "Manako" will return to the black as usual.

At the same time, the bleeding seems to have stopped, Horrible Rebecca.

Wiping the blood trail on her cheeks as well, she takes a new sheet to her room herself and swaps it for something dirty.

And when I go to the bathroom again to wash the dirty stuff, I just meet my sister, Maria.

"Ah... is that your sister? What's going on at this hour?

"Oh, no. Well, it's nothing... Yes."

"But that. Dirty with blood, though?

"This is a little nosebleed."

"Nose bleeding?"

"Yep. It's nosebleed."

"Hmm. Sometimes it's unusual for your sister."

"Ha. Yesterday I ate too much chocolate."

Rebecca had a loving laugh, while Maria, on the other hand, had a busty look. And Maria turns the story into something else.

"It's your sister. Are you sure about the engagement?

"... it doesn't matter. Because that is the duty of the three great nobles. Besides, I'm the eldest daughter. But... I think Maria has a little right to choose freely, so make a good love to her."

"Sister..."

Maria looks lonely somewhere, staring at Rebecca.

I used to be a friendly sister.

But one day, that sense of distance clearly opened up. To my mind, Maria's habit of opening her piercings was also a sort of self-inflicted act, like placing on her parents and the nobility around her.

You're noble, so do it. Do this. Apprentice your sister.

Maria, who had bathed herself in those words all her childhood, opened herself to massive piercings by making her hair bizarre at the same time as she entered puberty.

Rebecca just wouldn't stare at that, she talked to Maria diligently every day.

I was often kicked in the ass. Still, it was definitely thanks to Rebecca that Maria was able to live without a mask like Amelia did before.

Sometimes it was hard because she was on her side. Still, Maria was important about Rebecca, her sister. Someone more respectful than anyone, and more beautiful than anyone else. That very being is noble.

It is also the subject of inferiority and the aspiration "soggy".

Maria, who has such a fallacious feeling for her sister Rebecca, didn't like anything about this engagement. I questioned my father and my mother, but they said it was the Bradley family's job and they didn't fit it properly.

So this is how Maria now, she tried to talk to me.

But what was there was the sad look on my sister's face that only seemed self-sacrificing.

"Okay, Maria. Will you excuse me?"

"Sister. Wait..."

Rebecca returns to her room in the form of ignoring Maria's call to rest. It was just a quick leg, and when I returned hard, I lay down in bed and wept.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

The engagement has already been finalized.

Whatever it was, I was prepared to accept it.

But the reality was too heartless.

Rebecca found out when she went to the sorcery society for the summer vacation.

The fiancée's real face...

Because of that reminder, Rebecca had completely forgotten about the dream she had just had. I didn't even know it was going to be serious.