Isekai Cheat Magician

Take Lemia back to the inn Mithril.

Armeda's reaction at that time was awesome.

"No way, Master Lemia!?

And how dare you call her?

I looked at Remia and she was scratching her head uncomfortably. Apparently, he doesn't like this kind of treatment.

Mullah and Lemia were in the same room, Rin and Taiichi were each rehabilitated in a private room, and the four of them had dinner and went to the floor.

And the next morning.

The place is different, but it's been a long time since the four of us have surrounded the table.

The menu consists of bread, eyeballs and ham. Salad and amber soup.

Even though the meal is so mediocre, I guess the people who make it have good arms. I have never been dissatisfied with Mithril's meal. Lemia, who was a good cook, was also just a satisfying dish.

Take the cup with the soup, a little. A warm, light-hearted liquid slips through my throat. Taiichi turned his attention to Remia in a plate instead of a coaster for a soup that was supposed to be thin but satisfying.

"I didn't know Mr. Lemia had two names," The Decided Leaf Mage. "

"I already told you to stop..."

Lemia sighs without force.

It's not that easy to get two names in this world.

A knight who slaughtered an enemy soldier consisting of only 1,000 men alone may be given two correct names: 'A Thousand'.

The adventurer who survived the ordeal and searched for a treasure comparable to that of a nobleman has two names to be a 'treasure hunter'.

It is like that if you give an example.

Other than that, there are two names given to various people, but what we can say in common to all of them is that they have accomplished things that are not possible by common sense on their own.

For this reason, in the case of Remia, two names were given from the fact that a single leaf was buried in an instant, firing 100 demons in a series of range sorceries at a tremendous rate, before it left the branch and fell to the ground.

By doing so, he said, he saved both Azpaia and Euraf in an instant.

It was already thirty years ago, but I am somewhat convinced that Almeda will treat it as if it were intoxicating.

I also heard why it led to the act.

He said he lost a lot to nobles who didn't care and gambling on buying words to selling words and was taken with the magic he developed. I found a bunch of demons gathering together, and I unleashed the magic by summoning all the magic that this fortunately could hold. There were quite a few teams of adventurers who visited the crusade, but they took their turn in an instant. He was thankful for not being able to say anything too godly about Remia, but rather for not having to lose his equals life after not having to fight. He looked back at the time saying that he was uncomfortable just because he had hit eight.

I shaken him up. The other person could have been anyone. I regret it now.

The Tai Chi thought that Lemia's confession, like the statement of some killer, was not very much to be heard by the inhabitants of Azpaia and Eurav.

"I don't care about me. The North Forest will be more important now than ever."

"I'm also concerned about Mr. Lemia's past. Nah. Speaking of which, I hardly know you two."

Rin nods twice, agreeing with Taiichi's words.

I know them now, but I never heard of them before. We're acting together, so it would be natural psychology to want to know.

"If that's what you mean, I know very little about Tych and Lynn, either."

Sure it is. I never heard of the two of them, but I never even told them about myself. What is Japan like at best and what kind of culture? to that extent.

"Well, shall we go with the exchange of information around there?"

"That's good, too. But let me make it my home. It wouldn't be a good idea for you guys to talk about everything here, would it?

I notice when they say it. Speaking of which, I'm hiding being a different person.

It was a feeling that I was getting used to living as an adventurer. Among them, there is not much to remember about Japan. Combat is not the only necessary element. It's not so much a lukewarm job as being distracted by other things.

"Hmm. I don't know what else to do. Let's hit it with that this time."

"Make what look great"

To Remia's words, the four of us laughed.

A soothing regiment.

It won't last until this afternoon.

The sudden change was imminent.

◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

Earlier that same morning, Allen, who was turning to backward support in the reconnaissance and crusade adventurer unit in the North Forest, was in a camp set up on a rocky ground near the North Forest to clean up the night camp.

I went up to the E-rank Adventurer for two months. To him, who is still a chick, integration into the reconnaissance force in the North Forest is unacceptable.

Tell yourself that backward support is also important, and wash the dish in front of you.

Naturally Allen isn't the only one left here. Other D-rank adventurers, etc. have also taken the initiative to turn to backward support. A large area of thirty people. Three reconnaissance units each of the seven and nine rear support adventurers. Naturally, it's not just the E rank. The intention is that "nothing a chick remembers is just combat".

"All right... a little later"

I looked at the piled plate and wiped the sweat with my arms.

You can't use precious drinking water to wash dishes. Wash in the creek about fifteen minutes walk from the camp.

Allen wonders. I wonder why you're doing this. How can I not walk in the north woods?

Through the back of the brain is a team of two adventurers, a boy and a girl. Except that the boy has rarer black hair. Very normal. Meanwhile, the two girls who team up with him are flying beauties. One is a girl with the same black hair tied behind her back as the boy. The other is an elf girl called the Golden Swordsman.

My heart bounced when I was sitting in the next seat talking to the guild staff at the reception. I stole it and learned that the Golden Swordsman's name was Mullah. To the extent that stories from Alliance officials had jumped and were badly spotted during the request, attention had been paid to the seats next door.

When I think of her, my head boils as soon as I can.

I never talked about it. Allen, who turns seventeen this year, doesn't like talking to women. Even the guild clerks go out of their way to predict that a man's place is vacant. I have no romantic experience, and naturally no female experience.

Always, just looking away.

Speaking of which, I haven't seen her in the last few days. I'd like to see it again.

That's about all Allen can think of. I'm just happy to see Mullah now. He has nothing to do with even the happy imagination of "what if that child and his lover were one another".

That the Mullahs became C-rank adventurers in just one month. I want you to talk to that balader team like they're close. Every time I remember them, I even hesitate to have my own little romance.

Since E-rank, Allen's request achievement rate has been roughly 30 percent. I still don't even see any signs that I can get up to the D-rank.

It's the awesomeness of the mullahs that I realize every time I think about the requests I make and what I can do about them. It's an overwhelming power difference. From them, I guess it doesn't turn into an elephant around there. That's what Allen thinks. Whether it's at the next table or not. Even if I remember them, they don't remember me.

That's reality. They have a different world to live in. Standing on the stage is different.

Oh, and one sigh.

I finished washing the last dish and placed it at the top of the stacked mountain.

I think of it as a whimper and something doesn't change. Allen still has a lot to do.

That's what I think, hold the plate, and go back to the faction where my people wait.

Walk carefully to avoid dropping plates for 15 minutes. The faction was noisy.

"Back -"

Placing a plate on the nearby table, Allen rushed over to where his people were gathering.

"Oh Allen! You're finally back! I was thinking I'd go get it!

"What happened?

A senior adventurer notices Allen grabs Allen's shoulder.

And.

"Fly fast horses to the city now!!

I yelled so with a chopped look.

Allen shuddered without things swallowing. But they pull Allen's ass like that.

"There's a bunch of demons coming towards the city!

"There are four digits! There's no way he's here. And the orcs are nasty!

"The fastest horse in all this is Allen, you! Get ready!

Allen's head turns white to the words he says early in the arrow succession.

Demon Four Digits?

What's that insane number? It is the level of the earliest war. And an oak? It even popped up to the name of a demon I'd never heard of.

There was nothing until yesterday. Fenwolf was as many as ever, but it is about that.

Why is that suddenly, today?

One of the adventurers slaps Allen on the cheek.

The blurry thought suddenly cleared up.

"You're not blurry! We don't have time for this anymore! Hurry up!!

Yeah, not if it's blurry.

Do what you can. That's how I decided to volunteer for backup support for the scout team.

But before that. There was something Allen needed to hear.

"Everybody!? What are we all gonna do!?

Allen always used polite words out of respect, but he was in a hurry when it became clear what he was going to do, and his consciousness around it flew away.

In response to Allen's rambling inquiry, the adventurers laughed reliably.

"We'll buy time. If you don't make it to the city, everyone in the city will come together."

Allen couldn't spin words.

Everything was in the same tone as if I knew.

"I thought I'd say no when you volunteered for the scout team, but I'm glad you didn't."

"I'll take care of the rest. You do what you can. You're becoming a one-man adventurer, aren't you?

Vision seeped in.

What? Has my eyes gone crazy? Until just now, you were seeing things right.

"Go quickly!

"I don't know what a one-man adventurer is!

"Whatever happens!

"You're talking about the guy who does Temehe's job!

Allen jumps on the horse, whips and runs out.

They knew.

If anything happens to you during your time as a scout team, you will be a pioneer in risking your life to stop it.

Spend your life for the survival of Azpia.

The scout adventurers must have struggled in the woods. Even if you know that doesn't make things any better.

A strong wind slammed his cheek.

Faster. Hang in there.

Touch the horse's neck as he runs. Since my parents make a living on carriage flights, Allen was a sight to behold among adventurers about the treatment of horses while in the E rank.

All you can do is manipulate the horse better than anyone else.

Getting to the city as soon as possible.

So I don't hear the sound of a slight explosion from behind or the screaming of a demon.

It's natural to shake it off, such as the demon that caught up with us.

The demon has unleashed a small arrow. Doesn't matter. He seems to be characterized by an instant of speed. No matter how good the instantaneous power is, it shouldn't rival the endurance of a horse.

Allen can use enhanced magic to increase horse endurance. Allen's family is magic that everyone can use. Until now it was a magic trick to fool around with "what role......" but I came here to thank you.

The demon shooting the arrow seems to have given up pursuit. Looking back, the distance goes away. Eventually the little shadow returned to the battlefield with its heels back.

Everything is trivial.

There is no pain, such as an arrow stabbed in the shoulder.

Allen runs the horse.

Much farther, but it's looking smaller, towards the city of Azpaia.

◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

If I were called out to go, a lot of adventurers would have gathered before the guild.

Adventurers have been gathering since the Tai Chi, but I guess they weren't all of them, people still keep coming in. The Taiichi secured a place at the end. The one in the middle is stuffed with cucumber, not very much, but not what could have been.

Even the bitter, hot adventurers. I don't care about the details. In contrast to them, there were certainly adventurers who had the same idea as the Taichis.

Mostly female adventurers. Two, I see eye to eye with them. I laughed bitterly, confirming with my gaze that it was the same idea.

It is nevertheless a great number. I wonder if there are more than a hundred people with less quotes.

Gerard said he called adventurers from other cities as well. Azpaia's adventurers alone were not very responsive to the growing number of fenwolves. Send carriages to every city in your neighborhood and attract adventurers with high rewards. It is also a crisis in Azpaia, so much support is out of the administration, he said. Gerard said the city's economic situation had gotten pretty bad this time.

Taiichi looks over at the guild filled with adventurers. See also the adventurers who have been in Azpaia since before the massive demonic outbreak in the North Forest. Some of them looked at Tai Chi and raised their hands. Turn your eyes around again as you reply to such a casual adventurer.

As Gerard said, there are quite a few faces I've never seen. Are they adventurers from another city? I've never seen all the Azpire adventurers, so I can't tell.

I never got tired of just looking at them, even if I didn't know their faces. Iron breast. A spear to carry on your back. A curved sword. All of them are dull or scratched and have a year in them. Reality is different from replicas.

When the warriors gathered together like this, I think again, the power was awesome. I had made several trips to Shinjuku and Shibuya. That's when I freaked out by my nasty brother who wandered into the city, but looking at the adventurers like this, I don't know why I was scared of them. If you took even one of your adventurers before your brothers dressed and posed to intimidate people, you'd probably get away with it. Forged flesh and sharp eyes. Obviously only the real ones accustomed to rough things can afford to have. Taiichi and I don't even want to get anywhere like this without magic enhancement.

Thinking about that with a blurry head.

"Deathless idiots. Thank you for coming together. I'm Gerard, guild master of the Azpia Adventurer Alliance."

A well-informed voice arrives here. I looked over at you without any concern, little Osama on the big table... and then Gerard stood.

"You've already heard him with a good ear, but an adventurer troop who was scouting the North Forest was trampled by a bunch of demons. According to the early horse report, the total annihilation is almost certain."

The guild, which was purposefully noisy, is now in limbo.

"I can tell you from the washi, because the person really wants to tell you with his own mouth. I decided to leave it to him. Allen. Come on, talk."

Gerard urged me, and one boy stood on the stage. I feel like I saw it, I'm about the same age as the Tai Chi people. There is a bandage wrapped around his shoulder. The wound appears to be quite deep, given that the blushing red ones seep in.

With hundreds of gaze, he began to talk without a shudder.

"To sum up the story of an adventurer who was scouting the North Forest, the number of demons can be as small as four digits. Some demons don't really know what an oak is. This wound was struck by a small man-shaped demon arrow"

Grand, dominate the field. Great gall power.

"Thirty adventurers were wiped out to let me get away with it. I want to ask you as the same adventurer for the adventurers scattered to protect this city. I want you to inherit their will."

An abominably self-inflicted boy.

"I'm sorry, but I can't fight this injury. My share, please."

Finally, the boy bowed his head and shut up. Leave everything to the gathered adventurers.

Silence reigns.

Riding in the breeze that blows, empty cans crawl through the earth with karakara.

Eventually.

One slammed the ground hard with a spear stone poke.

"You're a good flirt, you blue ass kid! I'll give you a ride!

"Are you nuts!? Four digits!?

"Oh!? Your balls don't stick. You can suck on your mom's dick!

A beating that occurs there in a gruesome fight with Gaagaa.

"There's nothing but blood, you big idiots..."

Gerard puts his hand on his face and is frightened.

A lot of people don't have to think about it.

At this moment, it is now decided that Azpia will resist the demonic invasion.