Isekai Cheat Magician

It's like adding a red scaled crocodile and people. A slightly glowing reptile eye. Black horns extend from the left and right shoulder blades. Black on its hand, with an asymmetrical spear at the tip length.

As well as melee ability using spears, some individuals also use witchcraft, and the red scale plays a light attack with a half-blade. He's probably less than three meters tall. Close to double the mula.

Arc daemon without deception. Its strength is an A-rank with no complaints.

Though I would consider why so many demons…, I realized it was barren to devote the resources of thought to unanswered questions, and Mullah stopped thinking.

From her point of view, the powerful enemies we will meet in a long time will have the strength to hold the sword.

"Yo."

"What?

"You can do it, right?

Reply to the inquiry, laugh and answer.

"Stupid question. What about you?

Kaios distorted the edge of his mouth.

"You can't be a spiritual magician if you're so handy."

A long man who is a unique magician in the bend.

I heard about a situation where it was until childhood that I was mentoring a certain someone, on the road until I came to this ancient castle.

In other words, most of them have elevated their strength to this point.

What would have happened if this man had taught Remia. At least, Mullah thinks it won't result in Rin being inferior to herself.

I don't even remember being jealous of the difference in qualities that are hard to fill in the effort, but it is positive in this phase. The stronger the Kaios, the better.

"Yes, I'll take care of one."

I'm in charge.

Quickly, though, Kaios set up his sword and proceeded straight from the front. One of the arc demons intercepted with a spear. The air shook at the collision of forces and forces.

Mullah didn't miss the fact that the other turned her attention only for a moment to Kaios, who was in time.

"Flame Break"

The floor bounces without any foretaste, and the smoke explodes. Forced to gather the gaze of an arc demon seared by a red flame.

"I'm your opponent."

Coordinate-specified witchcraft that I used to practice. The accuracy was sweet by the Mullah standard, which was now becoming something too.

Now the physical enhancement magic remains disarmed, but I am confident that I will control it without any problems even while using the reinforcement magic already.

Drawing his sword, Mullah rotated his head to grasp the status quo.

Arc Demon is not weak. No complaints, it is a Rank A demon alongside Auga and Obsidian horses.

But for Mullah, an understated opponent. If you lose, you'll get a tough "laziness" rating.

If you fight normally, it will take time but you can win.

Add the current situation to the battle force assessment.

We are in the middle of an ancient castle exploration. And now it's nestled in the infinite corridor, and I haven't got a clue about an escape. When this battle prolongs, it squanders strength and magic.

I got the answer.

If it's enough to suppress your strength poorly and sharpen your health.

(From the start, full force!

Mullah smiles and activates her magic. Then instantly grasp the nerves of the whole body. It hasn't been a second in between. Exercise of enhanced magic with little gaps.

"Ha!

At once in the economy, maximum fortification magic was applied.

What happens if someone as powerful as Mullah does all he can to strengthen his body?

"Boaaaaa!!

Arc Demon raised his audible voice as he was dragged by the intense temper released from the Mullah.

Yes. Most of the opponents can erase minus letters.

After applying enhanced witchcraft, decide where to slash the Arc Demon with the first machete.

If you decide, just pack your time.

In an instant, he approaches the Arc Demon, skillfully converting his speed to power, and rolls out his sword on the horizontal giraffe.

A more destructive blow than Kaios pushed Arc Demon's spear around the defense and retracted that giant by a few steps.

Pushed by an elf smaller than himself, Arc Demon has an alternating face with no anger and amazement.

I don't have the power.

No speed.

Not enough specs.

So what's up?

You can fill that up with technique.

The important thing is to win. No, not to lose.

Surviving.

There's more to doing than mourning what's missing.

Step further in and cut back the sword you have wielded.

"Buoa!"

Let him do it, or he'll just slap the spear on you, Arch Demon. Though a spear that is not frightened by the blow of Mithril's sword is astonishing.

You don't think it's just a sword!

Turn your left hand that was keeping you waiting to hide it with your right hand.

Waterfall Flash!

The cobblestone floor turns to sand and kills to the Ark Demon. It has no range of five meters, but every grain of sand is comparable in power to the bullets of a pistol present on Earth.

Proximity magic for fire attributes, scorching flashes of earth attribute versions.

Though, neither does Mullah think she can penetrate the hard scales. In the first place, I'm not even after the damage.

Arc Demon wrapped in a sand curtain. Slightly peeking black spears from the curtain, slapping the sword further.

Ear impaired metal sound.

The spear flows right from the mula.

Mullah rises heavenly high before confirming the results. Its leap, eight meters high. He twirled his body in the air and put his foot on the ceiling.

Directly below, the figure of an arc demon shaking off the sand.

Replace Mithril's sword backwards and wrap the flame around it.

Everything is fabric. To hit this blow.

"Haaaa!

He exhaled the mood of the fierce mood with his voice and kicked the ceiling.

The arc daemon approaches at an acceleration as it falls free.

I'll put a stop to this.

That's what I was thinking, but A-rank demons are still not a glimmer.

A little later, at the timing of the contact, the arc daemon turns to the top.

Open your mouth against the impending mullah without getting lost.

……

Learn what it feels like to go around your spine, and Mullah twists her body in the air.

"Buhaa!"

What was spit out was a brace of cold air that contained countless crushes of ice.

"Shit!"

I'm serious about tongue punching.

Instantly calculates the rays of the braces and the altered own fall orbit, and the velocity of each other. As a result, it was found that at least not light damage to the left arm was inevitable.

I realize I'm scared, but I'm determined to keep going.

Zero wind and ice crushing slap your left arm hard.

Even if you distort your face to severe pain, for a moment.

I slashed Archdemon's back pretty deep. Even the horn on his back spun more easily than slashing a vegetable with a knife.

"Buoaaaa!"

I guess that's a scream. Sprinkled with purple blood, Ark Demon shouted.

"... cum!

Neither is the Mullah on the other. Even the impact of the landing echoes in my arms.

Immediately distance yourself from the arc daemon and observe your left arm. The sensation is lost in cold air, and the arms exposed to crushing are covered in blood and do not move.

Though, the wound is lighter. If I hadn't changed the orbit, I would have received it all over my body.

For Arc Demon, the ice brace is the back hand.

It takes little time to accumulate, and if you hit it directly, even the Mullahs will be defenseless at once.

Behind what looks plain, the power is superb.

"But it's the back hand."

Mullah laughs, sheltering her left arm.

It's my wife's hand because it's not easy to shoot.

There is no way that a no-time move that can make A-rank adventurers out of combat with a single blow can shoot at no cost.

Requires 80% of Residual Magic Value to shoot. Of course, the power is proportional to the amount of magic infused, which slows the movement even longer.

This is a move that you use to ensure that your opponent is held hostage, based on the overriding premise that he can be hit directly.

Because it's Archdemon himself who falls into a pinch if you don't want to.

Because he knew that much, Mullah chose to kill him even at the expense of his left arm.

Knowledge is a weapon, after all.

The various knowledge tapped in with Sparta at times confers an intangible benefit on the Mullah.

It was hard to think back then, I can only say, but now I can only thank Remia for implementing it.

"Well. Which is the situation, me with my left arm sealed, or you with a back wound?

If Arc Demon understood the human language, he would have thought it was white.

Because her mouth was clearly something she knew the price of braces.

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"Hmmm......"

"Oh..."

Rin looked bright blue and turned his eyes.

Real ghost direct vision seemed highly irritating to the boulders.

"First thing you see... oh?

Except for his neat, luxurious appearance, his middle-aged uncle, who seemed to be everywhere, was stroking his jaw like he was in trouble.

"What's wrong?

"No, this guy's so bad at haunting and all that"

"I see."

Uncle Ghost nodded when he understood it was enough to lose his mind.

Taiichi groans sorry in her heart as she strokes Rin's head turning her eyes with her knee as a pillow.

I knew Rin could lose his mind.

I knew it, but I still felt like I had to listen.

That was, after all, a great fact, that Silfi had bravely come into contact with the tensioned junction.

In the meantime, we don't need to force Rin to wake up. Where it happened, the fact that a ghost is in front of her would shock her again.

"There you are."

Silfi speaks to a middle-aged ghost.

It was an accident of fact that he was called out of the presence of Sylphide that caused him to inadvertently turn back.

'This is this. I didn't know I would ever hear the voices of the four spirits. It's a long life. "

"No, I haven't since my old man died."

A middle-aged spirit laughing with a niggle at the top of her head who accidentally penetrates her. I realize it was an invitation.

Silfi gazed over her shoulder and exhaled longer as she watched such a long idle exchange.

"Well."

Silfi joins hands. There is no sound when you strike your hand because there is no entity, but there is the king who presides over the wind. I burst the air into small pieces and made a noise.

"Welcome to the kingdom of Atashi, Mr. Spiritual Body. What can I do for you today?

Silfi tries to get to the point quickly while getting somewhat out of the way. The middle-aged spirit put his hand on his chest in the act of entering the hall and broke his hips deeply.

It's not a big deal. Taiichi, who knew what Silfi was like, was rather impressed with Silfi's unspoiled response.

"Old man, you're used to it."

"There have been several opportunities for spirits to see you since you became this body."

The Spirit is superior to everything that is alive, regardless of its character. I can see his attitude, too.

While returning the broken hips, those eyes hold Taiichi and Silfi.

"Again, Dear Elemental Silfed, Summoner and Tych. My name is Slyman Lengstrad. '

Taiichi, who is being treated and grumpy.

"This castle, where you two and your companions are... is the former lord of Lengstrad Castle"

"Lengstrad Castle......"

I didn't know this castle had a name. Taiichi leans.

"Hmm. Is this Lengstrad Castle? I didn't know."

That's how Taichi squeaks when he thinks of the castle's exterior.

"I can't help but think you don't know."

Slyman laughed.

"The battle is now 200 years old. By doing so, the castle left history. '

"Two hundred years ago...?

The numbers sounded familiar.

Once a battle took place between the Gargen Empire and the Sikatris Empire.

"Oh... I get it..."

Taiichi, who pulled the corresponding word out of the sea of memory, puts his face to bitter memory.

"Bloody fanatics,"

"Dear Left,"

Silfi closes his eyes and Slyman bows his head. A moment of silence to descend.

It was Tai Chi who broke it.

"Is that it? But it's crazy, right?

That's what I said, Taiichi saw Slyman.

"Didn't that happen near the border, for sure? It's a long way from the border around here, isn't it?

At the time, the situation was just a situation, but I couldn't go into that much detail, but then I heard a little more about it from Silfi when I had time.

Mouth the question that arose remembering the story.

"Yes, you're right, Tatsui."

That's a good question.

Apparently, the question that Taiichi felt was the talking liver.

'The story of the Berserker had also reached our castle, far from the front. But I guess we hit an event under a distant sky and a bee that was bracketing the height'

Shade falls on Slyman's face.

"This castle served as a relay hub linking the front lines with Gargenia."

Taiichi can't wipe out some nasty feeling in the old stories that are told about one thing.

"Supplies and soldiers are delivered and sent out of Gargenia. Or accept and rest soldiers on their way back from the front line to Empire City. There was no battle, but he was a fine participant in the battle '

The role should have no direct impact. 200 years ago, what the hell happened in this land?

"Six months after the battle began...... Platoon has returned from the front line. That's the beginning. '

"Delayed onset of cardiac meal...... you berserkered"

Silfi says bitterly. Slyman affirmed.

"The soldiers of the castle were quickly affected and ravaged irresistible human beings, such as servants. Three days and three nights, it was a nightmare with no day or night. '

"Oh, ho, ho"

Taiichi couldn't breathe the air well, and he couldn't.

'I had a son. It's a miso in front of me, but it's my son who did it. The son married three months before the war began and lived amicably with his wife. Six months later, we were going to have grandchildren.'

Berserker has no prospect. Of the three great desires, sexuality and appetite are exceptionally strengthened and also dominated by a destructive impulse. In the sight of that son, his wife was ravaged and they lost their lives together. It seems to have been a tragic death to speak of.

……

"Tayi......"

Silfi put his little hand on the cheek of the fat one, who was speechless.

'Well, it's about the past. It's enough for you to have sympathy. "

Yes, the past, I can't change it. There will be no return of lost time or lost lives.

"But if you can have mercy on my son and his wife... please lend me your help"

To Suleiman's words, Taiichi looked up.

"Do you notice the magic of resentment that allows you to enter this castle?"

"Oh."

I agree. Sometimes I have feelings for magic, but by this point, I'm not in the middle.

Probably.

'You see, this mindfulness belongs to those who miserably scattered their lives. It's not floating.'

Taiichi nodded.

It was as expected. After hearing that story, I'm convinced.

'I also know you're not convinced to die... but as far as I'm concerned, I feel pity for them who resent this world until they die... I want to make it easier,'

Even on Earth, there was a notion that the world in which creatures lived was' the world 'and that the post-mortem world was' the afterlife '.

The story is famous that the good and evil of what you did in your lifetime turns your destination in the afterlife into heaven or hell.

The spirit that remains in this world is a being that has not been able to go into the afterlife.

It is unclear if the story of heaven and hell will make sense even in the otherworldly Altia, but it seems the same that I want the dead to sleep in peace.

"... there's something we can do?

Unlike Earth, this world is a fantasy.

For Taiichi, who had no inspiration, the spiritual abilities appearing in the media were incapable of deciding whether to believe it or not.

But not now. Thus he sees a lifeless being, listens to his voice, and communicates his will.

Maybe touching something called magic made it possible. Maybe anyone can talk to Slyman if they can use magic.

But there's a handful of people who can get here.

In other words, he has had troubled days for 200 years.

Taiichi couldn't be ruthless enough to cut that wish and get rid of it.

'I can do it. And more than that, only you can do it. Master Summoner'

Slyman said that clearly.