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

Cultural festival.

Two men break into the premises at the same time as the Arnold School of Magic cultural festival begins.

Hey, Morse.

"... Mr. Parra. What's that?"

Parra on Morse. This is how they were coming to look down for the day they were supposed to come.

"Ah? To the grilled chicken, corn though?

"... sounds delicious"

"You want some too?

I'm only offered one roasted chicken, and Morse receives it.

"Thank you"

Take a sip of pacli.

The rich flavour of sauce and the flavour of a slightly scorched yakitori spreads. If you eat all of that in no time, throw the skewers in the trash that was nearby.

"I see. It's delicious"

"Right?"

A niggling laugh para. He keeps eating the food he bought in bulk. Even so, the purpose for which the two have come is not to enjoy a cultural festival apart.

This is lower prep.

The final phase, we know, will happen in this college. No, should I say that Morse is on the other person's thoughts...

To that end, they are trying to use the Cultural Festival to grasp the topography of this college once again.

"Well, and"

"Oh. Are you going somewhere?

"Let's go see Ray-White"

"You know where he is?

"Yep."

What Morse removes from his pocket is a single flyer. Parra looks surprised when she sees it.

"What? The legendary maid shows up... what the hell"

"This legendary maid seems to be Ray-White. According to the information examined,"

"... Ha! Jokes are tough! What, do you even wear women's clothes?

"Let's go make sure of that."

Para kicked ass.

Anyway, I thought it would be about children's play. That's what he thought. Morse, on the other hand, heads to Ray's classroom to see what information he's got.

Of course, I'm not going in there. Because I want to avoid inadvertent contact.

And the two of you saw it there...

"Whoa. Just one, hell of a beauty, isn't there? A model?"

"No. That's Ray-White. You think it's Lily?"

"What?"

"If you look for the first material, Prima Materia, you'll see."

Keep your eyes peeled and supplement PrimaMateria, the first ingredient drifting from Lily, for just a moment.

Para's face caught on right after that.

"Are you serious?

"Yep. He seems to be the user of the perverted Metamorphose."

"... the perverted Metamorphose? No way......"

"Yes, it's holy magic."

"... are you serious?"

Holy Class Sorcery at its peak among witchcraft.

The perverted Metamorphose is a magic trick that changes the flesh, but it has few users. For this reason, as a classification, the perverted Metamorphose is classified as holy class sorcery.

This sorcery also has an unusually high level of required skills. Degeneration is also quite difficult in that it is even more difficult to fix it.

Ray utilizes fixation, which is the essence of the Ice Sword, but it is still something he can do because he is the [Ice Sword Mage].

Even so, only the best magicians can understand the heterogeneity of that perverted Metamorphose.

"... let's go. In the meantime, the inspection is over"

"Is Rebecca-Bradley good?

"That would be nice. If it's the same day, we'll be ready."

"Ha. Your enemies are so sweet."

"... I hope so"

When they finish their inspection at the college, they head to the safe house as usual.

"So, what are your plans for the day?

The book of the night went down, and it became a time of darkness. The two head to the basement as usual, where they drink.

Morse is the right amount, but Parra consumes a lot of alcohol, as usual.

"On that day, Mr. Parra asks you to deal with Ray-White"

"When?

"I don't mind after Rebecca-Bradley seals"

"There's nothing to interrupt, is there?

"Yep. Because she's useless as it is now. With the ability of the ice sword. Perhaps, you intend to seal it. As for the muscles over there."

"I see. Then we just have to kill the ice sword after the seal and secure Rebecca-Bradley, right?

"Yes."

Morse drinks.

tons, and putting the glass on the table makes the eye sharper.

"I can read the thoughts over there. This is, so to speak, the same as chess. You can move each piece on the board called this kingdom."

"But that's the better number of pieces, right?

"Yep. But that makes up enough for me and you. And he definitely wants a direct confrontation with me."

"What's the reason? You haven't heard it yet."

He remembers only a little of the past. Look far away with some unfocused eye.

"It's the cause..."

"Ten years ago?

"Yes, I was her and her lover"

"Ha, what the hell. Are you in love?

"No. It's not like that"

Morse says. the past.

How is it that the cause with the other person has been going on for ten years?

I told them all about it.

Para was listening to it in silence. It was the first time Morse had become emotional. And enlightenment. That vengeance is real. Never, it's not just a bunch of emotions, etc. The cause and effect will never expire. He understood.

"… more than that"

"Oh well. Is that what you mean? I also understand why you're so stubborn. And then, if you and I do our jobs, we win."

Para said that calmly.

What belongs to this hand is nothing unusual. Just a little bit, I could understand Morse's feelings.

"Yes, it will"

"What about the ice sword of the previous generation, plus the burning and disillusionment measures?

"I thought I'd leave that to the quantity. It's okay. We have a one-on-one stage for both. They should know that."

"I see."

"Good luck, then"

So Morse and Parra broke up.

All information was shared.

The road to the end of this operation is already clearly and clearly visible.

All you have to do is run.

Thus, Parra leaves the basement and Morse grabs the glass with a trembling hand.

That's it, that's it at last.

To get to her, to fulfill the cause of ten years ago, we finally got there. And absolutely, I'll kill him...

Once again, Morse would have left the basement behind.

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Echo.

Tips and the sound of stomping the ground with boots echo.

The Arnold School of Magic has a vast underground space as an emergency passage. Only faculty of this college and other top magicians will know this information. But it was not originally used for emergency use.

Above the underground space, it's more right that we built the college later.

To get in here, you need a special key, but Morse was in possession of it. So to speak, it was a gift from her.

When he comes to the occasion without difficulty, he looks straight ahead and just goes even.

The current time is around twenty o'clock.

Parra must also have already fought the Ice Sword. He thought so, as he proceeded...... he saw a shadow.

That's a shadow.

I know.

Even if I knew.

Morse knows what it looks like.

Because it looks exactly like him (,,,,,,).

"Long time no see. Now Morse, was that the name?

……

The other person speaks to him.

It's as if this is not just a chat, but a cheerful way to talk about it.

Morse just looks at his opponent with dark eyes as if nothing had been shown.

"No, here's what you should do. Long time no see, Evan (,,,) = Bernstein (,,,,,,,)"

"Ah. It's been ten years. Liezelotte-Aeden. No, should I say this?

Put aside just for a moment, Morse thing Evan said:

"─ Mage of the fictional" Kiko ""

The moment I laughed niggardly, it was the runoff of the first material, Prima Materia, that overflowed the scene. He was replacing Evan-Bernstein, Leezerotte returns that figure to its original.

"When did [I/I] first look like this? Okay, Evan. Again, it's been a long time."

……

The figure belonged to someone else entirely.

In a black long coat, long boots. Snowy bright white skin and pure white long hair all the way down to the waist, which is sarcastic and flowing.

Behind that bouncing voice, its expression is like the doll itself.

And she smiles at Nicole.

"Well, shall we kill each other? Like ten years ago."

Night.

Other than the two of us, no one's underground.

Here, finally, ten years ago, the cause was about to be fulfilled.