"... Ice Sword. To that extent?
……
Take the distance.
We haven't hit each other yet.
But the approximate strength in the current offense was understandable.
I know that because it is a strength to antagonize.
I don't think I can reach him now.
"Whoa. You're overclapping. The previous ice sword sucked worse, didn't it?
I don't have the in-laws to respond to conversations.
But apparently, he wanted my response.
A type of sorcerer who finds pleasure in fighting between sorcerers rather than in killing them.
And I answer the words without cutting my gaze and nervousness.
"You know your master?
"You're Lydia-Ainsworth. Absolutely. With him, only once... I've fought in the past"
……
"It was my first time. You can't win, I thought the magician. Exactly, Shura. To get to that realm, I'm loaded. I've been fighting to stop this tremor."
……
When I looked closely, the fist was trembling. It's not just fists. Those tough legs won't stop you from trembling.
I don't know about my master's past, before we met.
I'm just sure she was as strong as Shura.
Mr. Abby, besides what Carol told me, it seems that the entire height of the master was worthy of the top of the magician.
Even when I met him, he told me that it was not long before he met me that he was the strongest, albeit truly, in full season.
In other words, the bulimic Paratrogo met his master at its full height. And he was engraved with fear by his master.
I remember.
Eyes as if you were peeking in that abyss as well.
At the end of it, there is nothing.
Kalando "Cancer".
The figure of the ruthless master is frightening, even if I remember it now.
"I hear you're beyond him. Lydia-Ainesworth. What do you think, the truth is..."
Paratrogo, a bulimic who shrugs his shoulders, opens his hands and asks him that.
"... I don't think I've surpassed my master"
"Ha. Right."
"But if it's a potential ability as a magician... I'd be better off..."
"Hahahahahahahahahaha!! I'd say something thoughtful! Hey! Hahahahahahahahahahaha!!
Distort your face and tell the facts.
Never would I, as a magician, stand on top of my master.
But there is a plain fact.
There is a clear difference between me and my master.
That's when I was remembering my master's words.
"Ray. I'm sure you'll be a magician beyond me. I'm not far away from the whole season."
That's what the master said to me as he rocked his long golden hair up to his waist.
"That's not... not true"
Deny.
Am I beyond my master?
That couldn't have been possible.
"You're aware of that, aren't you? You're special. It's a vessel that stands at the top of the magician."
"It's..."
I was aware.
To the presence of sleeping inside of me.
"... hey, Ray"
Drop your hips.
When the master meets his gaze, he gives his advice with emotion.
"Me and you, we were talented. But I can't draw on that talent without effort. And ability is what you gain by dominating."
"... Yes"
"You've seen it, haven't you? The ones who drown in talent and fall on their own."
"... Yes"
"So, Ray. Having the power comes with the responsibility. I'm sure one day, you'll see."
All the while, looking far away, the master stares at the battlefield.
What does she think on this battlefield dyed red?
I didn't understand in my master's mind until the end.
But this is how the teachings are still engraved in my heart.
"I'm gonna go for real... don't disappoint me, okay?
Moments.
Prima Materia, the primary material around the bulimic Paratrogo, converges. It is the magic used by Ariane in the Magics Chevalier competition.
Haunted "Auga".
Among the intrinsic magic Origins, magic specializes in physical attacks.
To be honest, it's hard to say that Ariane's is completely physically specialized because it grants attributes.
But the one from the bulimic Paratrogo is different.
Its limbs stain red and black and completely discolor.
And the moment I laughed, the figure disappeared neglectfully.
"... oops. Can this follow?"
A fist to take with an ice sword, without looking behind.
My ice sword is also gaining considerable strength. Nonetheless, I just took that one fist and I get a crack in my ice sword...... it smashes and scatters.
"Let me have some fun, okay?
From there on out, I didn't need words.
Serious battle.
Murder between sorcerers.
I really miss leaving myself to that feeling.
Fighting Gray Teaching, Fighting Reaper. Either way, it was definitely a death fight.
But undoubtedly, among them, this bulimic Paratrogo is of a different character.
A delicacy that will probably be at the top of the list in the world in terms of combat.
its overwhelming gigantic body. Classic rare fighting sense. With that in mind, I specialize in my magic in combat and polish it up.
Even in the Far East Battle, I've seen a number of magicians, but I didn't know so many magicians still existed...
The world is really big.
……
Use the perceptual region to continue to supplement the position of the target.
Even if you rely on your vision, you will surely lag behind.
"... guh!
Finally, you get one shot, your opponent attacks.
Perception is ready.
The opponent's position can be supplemented.
But my body doesn't follow me. My body is not responding to this rate of reaction.
From there on, it was one-sided.
It's just that I did my best to defend myself.
Take the steeple off, and don't let it kill you with a single blow, fight it all over your hands.
I don't have the technique to completely prevent attacks coming out of that limb right now.
"Ugh... ho... ha... ha... ha..."
Did they hit you in the gut, throw up blood?
My ribs are broken, and my right arm and left leg are broken.
Full of creativity.
No matter how many ice swords you have, it doesn't make sense if you don't have enough skill to hit them.
"Are we done here?
……
Shut up and stare at the bulimic Paratrogo.
The face was like saying I was disappointed.
"Phew... even if I say Ice Sword, is it to this extent that I'm a kid"
……
And I finally closed my eyes.
What I heard then was Senior Rebecca and Maria's voice.
"Mr. Ray! Run!!
"Ray!! That's enough! Run!!
The voice was trembling.
The prima materia concentration of the first material on this occasion is unlimited. That's so much so that in a concurrent sorcerer, he's graduated.
The two of you are in there, worrying about me, not myself.
I'm sure you both want to get away with it.
Even though I say it is, it excites me and makes me speak up hard.
It's okay, both of you.
Because this battle... The moment it begins, even if it's coming to an end... it's the same thing.
"Giving up, huh?"
Coming closer.
Did you think I gave up on the bulimic Paratrogo, slowly approaching?
But that leg suddenly stops.
"So, Temehe... what the hell did you do?
Open your eyes.
All set.
The bulimic Paratrogo seems to have understood critically, but it is already too late.
If you notice this, it doesn't make sense unless it's the moment the battle starts.
Code that has been stacked steadily.
From the moment the battle began, I used most of the magic realm to assemble elaborate codes.
Let them cut the meat and break the bones.
To the extent that he does not die, he leaves his own resources to relate to the bulimia Paratrogo.
This doesn't make sense to be noticed.
Magic that takes so long is limited to large-scale magic "Extensive" and large-scale chain magic "Extensive Chain". Either way, it's definitely perceived by the other person.
Because it is usually impossible to suppress the overflowing primary material Prima Materia.
But suppose you can control the Massive Magic Extensive or the Massive Chain Magic Extensive Chain without completely divulging it?
Based on that hypothesis, the master created a new sorcery.
All I have to do is run that hypothesis.
Prima Material-Encoding-Supply Materials Code
Material Code = Decoding
Substance Material Code = Processing = Deceleration Dissertation = Fixed Lock = Compressed Compression
Embodiment = Magic Compression "Picnogram" = Material
"─ Hebing Sealed Pandora"
For a second.
Scarlet ice, stained in crimson, appeared in the world.