Isekai Cheat Magician

Altia, October 22, 4138.

It is a famous day that comes out of history books, picture books to lullabies

Parent to child

Child to grandson.

It tells the story of the starfrost.

That day

A great wizard has emerged to change the history of the world.

It is spectacular to look down on the 1,000 armies that extend before your eyes.

Gems embedded at the tip of swords and canes had disturbingly reflected the morning burn, creating a fantastic sight that could not be said of.

It begins at last. A battle to decide the fate of this country.

Marchese attaches her hand to the pattern of the sword and quenches her feelings of deviation by closing her eyes. Mental control around here is a grand nobleman who prides himself on carrying his country on boulders. Even if you are young, no, because you are young, such self-control becomes more important than anything else.

Gently pull out the sword and make a proper noise to deliver. Turning it on, Marchese consciously switched her head.

"Inimiques. What's the situation"

"Eighty percent now, we're ready."

"Right. What about the Royal Army?

"I thought the other side was to the same extent. It's the same size as the previous information."

The words of the abdominal heart were as Marchese assumed. The noise of chatter and metal rubbing and the sound of being chased into preparation is reaching Marchese's ear from there.

Other aristocrats will now be pursued for preparation and final confirmation. But the Marchese faction is quiet. His belly innimeeks are very good, and he employs several others who excel in these wars. Thanks to this, preparations are progressing without delay.

"... gibberish"

"Thank you very much, sir."

"I know."

Marchese is not just a powerhouse that flutters back into the chair. He also has the face of the Marquis as the most skilled swordsman.

"But if the war station glues, I'm out too."

To the words of Marchese, Inimieks took a deep sigh.

"... I don't have a choice. At that time, let me make a statement."

"What, you're not a guardian?"

"There is a side in the world that sends the Lord to his death alone."

He's a loud man at all. Marchese really thought so and didn't even try to hide her disgusting face. But it is a testament to the trust that we can only understand. I'm not thinking about being understood by others than I was.

"Don't get me wrong, okay? It's best if I don't have to leave."

"I understand. Just in case, sir."

"Just in case, huh? That's a handy word."

"I'm afraid so."

Marchese laughed and looked to the front.

"Inimiques. I left the rest to you"

"I'm in awe"

"Prepare to leave for Mistforos and Susola, too."

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Inimieks dropped him off with his back bowed slightly up the edge of his mouth so that no one could understand him.

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"... princess. Are you really going to be traveling?

Somehow, Charlotte nodded forcefully at Tilmere, spinning her words in such a way.

"Yeah, I'm trying to drive you all to the dead because our royal immorality is where it comes from."

"But..."

Tilmea was sealed the following sentence: By Charlotte's white fish-like index finger, which was placed on her lips all the time.

"It's okay. I'll make sure the attack doesn't arrive. I know I just pull my leg when I'm out of it."

Charlotte keeps kicking Tilmere's out-of-the-box thoughts about weighing herself in.

When has it been the first time my husband has shown his stubborn will so far?

Take off the dress you usually wear, put on a light, magically defensive robe, and weave a cape over it. I put an eartip on my left ear using rainbow flamingo feathers that have a magic boost effect.

This is Charlotte's battle suit, which does not compromise nobility, but then achieves the right amount of lightness for the battlefield.

"Still, my presence on the battlefield should boost morale."

That's for sure, so Tilmea shut her mouth.

One of the key factors in the battle is the high morale.

No matter how highly skilled you are to lead an army. No matter how strong a soldier is in his men. If their morale is low, it's hard to win the war.

The two aforementioned elements are also important, but keeping morale as high as that is also important.

This is the gold word Smella said, so there is no point in denying it.

"Your father will give the order, and your sister will treat the wounded soldier mixed up in the ambulance. I'm not the only one who can do anything."

Efthia is a high-ranking magician of water attributes. Magic power and magic strength are no less qualitative than the captain of the court magician unit of the water attribute.

I also have some combat magic as protection, but what she is best at is liquids… treating injuries she does by manipulating body fluids.

It's not magic anyone can do if they can handle water attributes.

It is a technique that can be said to be impossible without a good knowledge of the human body as medical knowledge.

I can still see Efthia going to the battlefield as backward support.

But Charlotte...

Though she can handle powerful space-time sorcery, she is very different from a regular sorcerer. Space-time magic is the magic of twisting the reason of the world. Basically every magic trick is unimaginably powerful, but activation takes time. There is also a special magic trick if you hit it. But no matter how simple the magic, it's the neck that needs as much as five minutes of chanting to activate. I can't prevent an arrow that just leads to the bow and releases it, or a fireball that I can shoot with one word or two. It is Charlotte who has said time and again that we must not kill as many enemy soldiers as possible, unless this time it is unavoidable. She couldn't have used special magic. In other words, they are defenseless against enemy attacks. You can't stand within reach of enemy attacks by mistake.

Approximately Tilmere, who was thinking about it, Charlotte takes care of the decorated staff on the wall.

Amethyst embedded and made of platinum, perhaps as tall as she is.

A medium dedicated to her, a space-time magician.

"Tilmea"

Released from a gentle grin, majestic.

Charlotte is the princess who draws the blood of Jilmar the wise king.

"I'm ready to go."

"... I'm in awe. It's all in the princess's eyes."

Unexpectedly overwhelmed Tilmea pounded her knee as a hack and drooped this way against the LORD.

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Go to sleep and wake up.

Normally, my mind, which should always be the same, remained bothered.

Taiichi stared at both hands assembled on the table.

Attempted Rin assassination last night.

You accidentally lost me.

He attacked the assassin standing in front of him with a strong hatred.

I guess this is what you say when it comes to beauty.

There were times when features such as "Beautiful Young People" were broadcast in widescreens, etc., changing the wording.

At that time, I was Taiichi, who viewed "It doesn't matter to me" far away, but now I know what it feels like to be a "beautiful young man".

Because it doesn't work out the way I want, and there will certainly be some guys who can't help it. But there must have been some people who were about to be irrationally ravaged and accidentally "pretty" about what they value.

Values vary from person to person. Otherwise, Taiichi thinks the motto of "ten colors" would not have been born.

Even if it's worthless for A, it's often the most important treasure in life for B. In Taiichi's case, Rin is the most important one right now. That is true of the fact that you forgot me yesterday.

Rin and Mullah stopped me, staring at what I was doing as if I were some other HR.

A thief who fell on the floor.

- I don't know why he's still alive.

That's why I picked up the knife and shook it up.

And I was stunned at myself for doing that.

Hopefully I didn't want to hurt people, but if I didn't kill them, I'd feel sorry for myself for holding that thought.

Still.

The moment I thought I was going to mourn Rin, my head turned white.

Something crawled up my back.

I couldn't forgive you.

Of course, I'm not trying to hurt people with a groan.

But maybe it's inevitable to protect it.

That's what Taiichi thought.

You could also mean that no one had to get hurt that night because you drove that thief fast enough to be out of combat.

If a cramped rat's fangs stood up to someone trying to capture him and prolong him badly and chew on the cat.

My dear companion could have been injured.

I might have been sorry about the injury.

Taiichi has an overwhelming ability.

In terms of strength, enough to make Remea affirm that "there is nothing in this country that can beat Tai Chi".

But with all that power, you may not be able to protect it.

Despite having the most powerful title.

What the hell is the point of having all this power but not being able to protect those who want to?

Rin, Mullah, Remy.

I want to protect it if there are people I can protect in my eyes.

It's not false that I thought so.

But such determination may not be accompanied by fruit because of all the mouths.

I never thought it would be this difficult to protect it.

Bottomless amount of magic. Overwhelming magic strength. And a summoner to use the help of a senior spirit named Aerie. Rare and strong.

I could do anything, maybe I thought.

Really, can we get through this fight?

Anything unexpected will happen.

It's not a story that goes according to the scenario.

Rin and his men are tattooed by Smeera as the most powerful class of mankind.

But it can still be in case.

More importantly, most knights and court magicians have not reached the level of their Rins.

I may witness people dying in front of me.

The will to protect it is hard, but I have no idea if it can be carried out.

Taiichi put his forehead on both hands on the table.

Uncluttered thoughts roam his head.

Aerie stared at Taiichi with her loving and determined seeping eyes.

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A few kilometers south of Ellistein lies the Marwalt Plains.

Smella stands in the shadow. At the end of his gaze, the soldiers ascend to 1000. Lined up without even making a sound, Sasa shows their excellence no further.

If you raise your gaze, a herd of people of the same size a kilometer away.

Needless to say, noble army.

Fighting of this magnitude does not happen early. Give me this far and I'll only bump into you. If there is a concern, there has been no battle these days, so are the soldiers not standing up?

But either way it is an inevitable battle. Much sooner than Smella predicted a month ago. This is also because Taiichi and Rin took sides of the Royal Army. I guess I should say lucky I just didn't get on the aristocratic side.

It was a long time. After this battle, Ellistein has to move towards rebuilding. The upper management, including Smeera, would be too much to do and suffer from headaches.

But it is also a headache that occurs after winning this battle.

If you don't win, it won't start.

It wasn't something that bothered him before he did it, Smeera threw everything into the drawer in the back of her mind and locked it.

I feel signs behind my back. The air of a reigning king that cannot be hidden even if it is suppressed.

"Your Majesty, please."

To Zilmar, who stood behind her, Smeera knelt.

"Uhm."

Zilmar pulled out his lower back sword and hoisted it high. Smeera puts the magic of loudness on Zilmar.

"Heroes of the Ellistein Magic Kingdom! I give you our mission!

A majestic voice, the words. Shake the soldiers' eardrums, and tickle their pride.

"Of course to triumph from the nobles, step on the land of Wenefix, the king's capital, again! Come and show me that bravery again in advance! Death!"

Wuououo, and the cheer grows, and shakes every inch billowing. It was an unreliable sight.

Zilmar nodded twice and delivered the sword he had raised to his sheath with a brilliant sword.

"General Smeera"

"Ha!"

Gilmar turns to Smeera, who is still kneeling.

"I'll take care of this country."

"I'm in awe"

If he can do it himself, Zilmar wants to take all command and quell this civil unrest.

But at the same time, I know. He said he wasn't the right one.

With regard to the military, Zilmar believes that it does not even extend under Smeera's feet. If there are those who are better in that respect than themselves, it would be better to let them exert their full powers close to their own authority.

Of course I'll take the blame myself. Make them do whatever they want with the responsibility clearly placed on them.

All the national executive departments that Zilmar lays down maintain their form.

"Mm-hmm. I asked for it."

"Ha, let's make sure we live up to your expectations"

Once he nodded to the reply of his trusty men, and flipped his luxurious scarlet cloak, the king followed him.

Confirming that the monarch's signs had turned away, Smeera stood up.

Look around at the dependable army that spreads under your eyes.

They are the ones who hold the fate of this battle.

"Draw the sword!"

Make a loud noise to yourself as well and let your voice go over to the edge.

Following Smeera's decree, 1,000 soldiers lost their money at the same time.

"Proceed!"

Stick your right hand forward.

Quick, but neat.

The whole thing starts marching.

An undisturbed 10000 army offense. Smeera knew that this was all she could do to keep the enemy's heart and soul out of the cold.

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Exactly 308 seconds after the Royal Army moved out.

The left-wing side, where the noble army has placed its cavalry, stands out more than the infantry unit. Into an approaching Royal Army formation at a neat footing, the end of the battle was opened.

Flying magic and resounding swordspears. And the anger and hanging voices raised by both soldiers. All of them mixed up for a chemical reaction, and the battlefield happened to be engulfed by a roar.

"You're a boulder, Smella."

Dortesheim roared. I have to admit. In command, the aristocratic side says there are more than two steps apart in the Royal Army.

The Royal Army, which was marching in a dense formation, is trying to lure the cavalry, which took on a prominent shape, into the half-circle. Operation Siege since the attack. Probably a field commander's directive. It was a quick decision to keep an eye out for.

If we keep this up, the first hand is going to go up in armaments to the Royal Army. But the noble army didn't just let the cavalry protrude.

"We're gradually getting thicker. Try to prevent it."

There's a white soldier battle going on. A little more of that. Numerous sorceries descend on the knights of the Royal Army. It is useless to just let a cavalry with superior assault power penetrate.

And of course, that backup is plentiful. Evening the first hand we hit each other. That's the first aim of Dortesheim. I have another aim, but that's going to play out in a little while.

In the meantime, the leaders of the two armies finally staggered.

The battle is coming. Smeera and Dortesheim's battle for intelligence.

Seeing the fierce battle as expected, Dortesheim grabbed the cane in his hand all the way.

"Here we go."

"Yes, sir."

I can see that his capable butler, who refrains from obliquely bowing his head respectfully. I didn't feel any sign of it. I just know from years of dating that Oldo would do that.

"This battle… changes the future of this country, the future of this world"

"Yes, sir."

Dortesheim raised the edge of his mouth and laughed invincibly.

"Do you think future generations of historians will laugh at me"

"I think"

"You think they'll curse you for lying?"

"I think"

To the disrespectful answer, but with great satisfaction, Dortesheim laughed lavishly.

"That's right. I will be told as the stupidest duke of all time."

"Your husband is right, sir"

"But... that's good."

"Yes."

"I don't want anyone to understand me."

"Sir."

"What?"

The first time I looked back into Dortesheim's eyes, it was the same as before, the look of Oldo paying homage to him.

"Until your husband is ready, Wonder Oldo, we will serve you everywhere"

"... you're a fool too"

"Thank you for the compliment"

Dortesheim laughed even more delightfully, struck by the painful irony unleashed in tea.