Isekai Cheat Magician

Swords and swords meet in a row, sparks scattered.

"Chi!

The knight, who was dealing with the mullah, happened to take a distance.

We had plenty of faint, bluffs topped each other as we met at high speed.

In the meantime, I realized with a single hair that Mullah's sword orbit made a move to tease and bounce the knight's sword.

It was humiliating for him to have been distanced, having climbed to the status of knight.

Still, no, it was because I could do that that that I got my position as a knight in my hand.

"Oh, my God."

Mullah, who protruded his sword like Rapier, sighed at the fact that it had been rearranged, untying the erection.

"All the time...... Huh!

It also tells the knight man how much he thinks he can't take down.

Even with a polished sword, his chest is not calm, even before the fact that the old age is only depressed by the unobtrusive girl.

However, Mullah's attitude is also natural.

Already, she has a dozen knights who are reinforcements.

If we could meet a few times, it was a big fight, and some of them were attached to a single pair of armor sleeves.

He was the one who was showing Mullah a lot of stickiness against him.

"You're losing to Lynn..."

At the edge of his sight, Rin could be seen defeating the first and second.

You can't take any more trouble here.

There is no reward for results at all. No, doesn't that mean motivation?

"... Huh!

I don't declare anything in particular.

In Mullah's hand, the feeling of a sword striking metal.

"Ha!?

The knight man could not cope with the mullah, which was rapidly paced.

Mullah, who quickly entered her nostalgia, bounced off the man.

I fell down the stairs, lost my mind or stopped moving.

Quite a reinforcement was applied instantaneously.

While there are many enemies and it still seems to take until the end of the battle, I wanted to avoid using reinforcements because they drain quickly, but I can't even say that they take time.

Around here, the addition or subtraction of a spoonful of protracted warfare was required to be quite delicate.

In that regard, Rin was very good and could be said to be tough.

"Okay, next"

If you look around, across the battlefield, you're starting to push back the war.

School teachers, students, and noble escorts. For each position is also irrelevant and everyone is up against it with all their might.

Rin and Mura were following and rushing around to reduce the number of enemies as an assault in it, but because of the wide field, they can't reach everything.

Each of them had only two arms, and there were limits to how far they could stretch.

There has been damage on both sides. I can't save everything.

"... that one"

Secondly, there was a prominent group in it.

Fighting is taking place throughout the Coliseum.

Everywhere, anger, screaming, and sorcery are flying over the weapons to be met.

In the meantime, there was a group that wasn't involved in the fight at all.

The rush killed me and I didn't realize it at first, but this way I could afford to look around, and it caught my eye.

The information that Taiji felt a strong gaze at the opening ceremony has already been shared.

The person he told me about matched the person in the middle of the group.

With all this intense fighting, we won't even be targeted instead of ourselves being the only ones harmed.

With that one point, it was like publishing yourself as suspicious.

and.

Ooh!!

Such a roar is heard and the vibrations are transmitted to your feet.

If you look there by accident.

A big man with a huge hammer, standing in front of Rin.

I can tell by the inconsistency. That big man will be tough on students. It must be equivalent to A if converted at Adventurer Rank.

Behind the big boys, the students at school. He stood to semi-surround Rin. Apparently, they are also those who stand in a similar position to the group that Mullah found.

Most of all.

"You can leave that to Lynn."

There's nothing wrong with that.

Sure, it's strong, but I can predict Rin is stronger.

Whatever, Mullah doesn't feel like losing to that big guy herself.

For a large number, it would be difficult to settle quickly, if normal, but it is rather a good category for Rin, who has a wide variety of ranges, manipulations and drawbacks of power.

Then I'll leave that to her.

Mullah turns to another group.

Signs of the mighty, coming from there with Bishibishi.

Another group is also likely to be tough on students, teachers and escorts.

"It's because of you. You don't have to panic to get there."

Mullah said so, raising the edge of her mouth, and proceeded to your feet.

As we approach, we become more alert.

Can't you tolerate any more proximity, where the wand and bow were finally pointed, Mullah stopped her leg.

"Stay away, you weedy little girl."

the center of that population.

A middle-aged woman in a dress sitting in a luxurious chair, much more impromptu, cursed Mullah at the encounter.

He looks young enough, but his piercing and standing make him feel more experienced and more time flowing than he looks.

Mullah had the eyesight not to miss the area.

(Smells like weed... Is it because I'm an elf?

Where I got such a curse, it's not a heart-moving mullah.

Things are now moving up to the stage of exercising strength. Whatever they say, it's a kind of simple and good situation where you just have to lay low.

On the contrary, no matter what you say, you will have the feather to taste the invincibility of everything turning into a loser howl when you have to defeat.

The more you hobby and overlap words, the stronger that is, I'm sure.

"If you're going to surrender, you won't have to be in pain. Drop your weapons."

Mullah's words are simple. At the same time as his remarks, he lifted the sword of his extraction and stopped his cutting-edge perfectly towards the group.

That move, which has no brake at all, represents one end of her strengths.

"Hun. After all, you're a native to the woods. I thought you didn't know how to be polite to nobles."

The woman in the dress flashed a fan in her hand as she sat in the chair.

"For once, I have to remind myself. What does not obey our blue blood mean?"

In keeping with her signal, those without bows or canes pulled out their swords simultaneously.

I don't care what you think, except for some, it's an elephant, but when we get all these numbers together, it's still rolling.

Analyse that those who now hold weapons will not be a problem.

And part of it falls under the category of a man who stands directly behind a woman and does not break his smile.

As Mullah noticed, he also changed as if he noticed that Mullah noticed, or that smile sees something interesting.

The change itself is trivial, but it couldn't have been missed by the mullahs who were paying attention.

"Yes. I'm glad you guys could tell me. Previously on Elephant Innocence, very, very"

Can't you drag a man out somehow?

Somehow, I don't think it's a good idea to let them get away here.

Then the front seat is limited to finishing it off properly. I don't need to do a little research. I just want to get to work at once.

Taunt first. What can be called style beauty.

I could have waited here for their reaction.

Mullah produced multiple fireballs around herself, releasing them without waiting for a reaction.

As for the middle-aged woman, I'm guessing she was letting it unfold around her, and the mage is offsetting the fireball.

As expected, he was focused on defense.

It's not even a greeting substitute, such as the first fireball I unleashed.

If you say so, it signals the start of the fight. The fireball, which is not that powerful, is not so much an attack as an "Yo-dong!" That's about it.

Mullah, who originally had no intention of fighting at greater distances, has already rushed out to chase the fireball she shot.

To defeat the enemy soldiers, until now, I had returned the blade, but I did not intend to do so here.

Someone in particular, and I didn't set a first goal. Among those distracted by dealing with fireballs, I just chose someone close to me.

Pick the right person to match your criteria and leap forward in front of the escort.

Its smooth motion did not let it capture the mullah, which was not so fast as it could not even stop in the eyes.

Its escorts are behind against the mullahs who are in the stage of attack. Barely, let's play defense with the sword.

Mullah uses a magic sword. For every sword that he had set up to receive, he broke the escort into pieces.

The resistance of the sword and armor, etc. is cut clean from shoulder to hip and the escort collapses.

One spin while jumping into the middle of the enemy without stopping the movement.

All around you are enemies. Fortunately, he slashed a few people in one slash.

The escorts flickered greatly at the mullahs, who had no armor or sword at all.

Unilateral ravages. In the meantime, the middle-aged woman and the mullah took a relative form.

But for a moment, too. Mullah does not defy the momentum of rotation and turns her back on the woman without hesitation.

By the time my body started to flip, my left hand, which did not have a sword, was sticking out.

"Scorching flashes!

Instead of concentrating on a single point, it squeezes away in front of you with enormous amounts of heat.

That it is not much of a range of sorcery, but it has nothing to do with Mullah single-handedly cutting into a dense enemy formation. Rather, I can say it was the right choice.

"Wow!"

"Ahhh! Argh!!

"Bye!?

The exposed skin is burned by heat. Heavily heated armor and clasps are dressed in hot iron plates.

Never directly equip your armor over your complexion. Wearing under the armor is fundamental. In the end, however, it is a cloth, and such a thing does not block the heat of the iron plate to the point of red heat.

In an instant, more than half of the escorts were rendered incapable of combat.

Around 40% of the guards Mullah dropped off died, but the remaining 60% are all out of combat.

Seeing the likelihood, it's a middle-aged woman who bites her teeth off critical.

My earthlings and scorned little girl opponents have done me a good job of preparing the troops.

Mullah was more humiliated than she thought.

"Well, it's time to end it"

Mullah finally walks toward the woman.

Her gaze seems to be fixed on the woman, and her consciousness is turning behind her. Naturally, you'll be aware of that, too.

The primary goal is to uncover who the man behind the woman is.

And the second goal is women's captivity.

Honestly, I have absolutely no problem with the second goal. Overall, based on mindset, attitude, etc., I seem to have completed a minimum of personal protection, but without regular training, my moves naturally become dull.

There is no way to take such an opponent for a delay.

The problem is, a man who doesn't know what to do.

As for this one, it wouldn't be easy to make a mistake.

I can't see the escort getting hit in no time, but I can't see the upset.

"All of you... shame on you!

Ri and the woman who snaps the fan she had.

Though it is good to try to hit things without thinking about how difficult the emotions are, there is no way that it can be resolved to that extent.

The woman resides a strong hatred in her comatose eyes, only to scowl at the mullahs.

It wasn't something I felt good about being directed at, but that was also trivial for the Mullahs today.

(... the man in the back, should be his wife's hand. If I don't look at you, I don't speak up. If we can get this far, we should have to cut the trump card already)

It is there that is inexplicable.

Well, what do we do?

The answer came right away.

Though I let my thoughts go round, in reality, for a moment.

Mullah moves on without stopping.

Already, in the next ten steps, a woman enters the range of the Mullah's sword.

At the very least, you just have to live.

With eight steps left, Mullah kicked the ground at once.

The aim is the right arm. To put a deep hand on your upper arm and eliminate your temper to resist.

A woman can't cope with a mullah that suddenly increases speed.

The cut tip reaches the woman in the next few centimeters. Shortly before that, the sword was diverted.

……

Its smooth recirculation.

Mullah retreated with one leg jump.

Seeing, the man behind the woman had an elongated sword in his hand.

(Estock......)

A sword specializing in spikes. It is characterized by its elongation and brittle appearance, but as far as I can see, it is an industry. It's not going to be easy to destroy.

"You've been a pain in the ass. From here on out, I'll take it."

It stinks a lot for Mullah. And in a voice that sounds respectful to the woman, the man said.

"Ho, really? Thanks for the help!

Out of the woman's mouth was a word that heartily rejoiced in salvation.

Even though I'm directly behind you and haven't given a stamp before, I don't even care about it.

It's as if against a knight who showed up from afar to save a woman in crisis.

It is very inexplicable as her eclampsia mula.

"Well, Elf's lady. I'm next."

Mullah drops her hips and creates a fireball at the same time as she sets up her sword.

"Oh, at the same time as magic, you seem to be buying a lot more expensive"

The body in battle moves without delay, even as we consider if there is any information in the man's words.

The woman is unusual.

I don't think it's a decent mental state.

Just the current exchange is enough to make that decision.

If you were guilty, it wouldn't disappear. For being a nobleman, you will definitely redeem more severely than the civilian population.

However, the fact that he was not in a normal mental state seemed extenuating.

Most importantly, I guess we can also take into account the fact that we have brought in factors that will.

Even if they cleverly get into the weekpoint.

"Yes, I get it. Then don't hide in the shadows of women, come out."

"The earthlings! Don't fool my knight! There is no way this person would do such an imitation!

"That's fine. What will you do, a knight, although your Lord says so in the wind of…?

"... of course, you can't use a woman as a shield."

As the saying goes, the man came forward.

After passing beside the woman while sitting in the chair, an abominable emotion shook in her eyes for a moment, though she couldn't even hide it.

"That's fine. Let's go, then."

Pay your left hand at the same time as you say, and fly a fireball.

They were halfway through, all bullets following a direct hit course to the man, but on the verge of hitting, the track changed and everything went off.

The man had taken a defensive stance against it, but he was faintly punched in the void for everything to have slipped away.

Just for a moment.

The gap that has been made is only for a moment.

Mullah doesn't miss that momentary gap.

Immediately enter into time and wave the sword with the pinky finger of the man's right hand.

If he slashes his pinky finger, he can't wield his sword properly.

It's a choice because I know that.

That precise and incomparable blow slightly attracted the floating smile and prevented Mullah from attacking.

Mullahs with perfect physical control and a faintly disfigured man.

This faint difference is a decisive one.

Particularly.

(Definitely strong...... but not one to that big guy Lynn is dealing with)

If so. There's no reason to lose to Mullah without even being alarmed.

followed by a spike aimed at the man's right eye.

Take that.

The man grabbed his left hand and paid with a A.

Blood dances.

Mullah's sword is chopped with origami. At Ellistein, the royal family brought a number of weapons of the same kind as the sword Mullah uses.

Compared to them, the Mullah's sword is nothing less than a commodity.

So what happens if you pay for it bare hands.

A not shallow wound is carved into a man's hand.

There will be pain. But is it woven? The man doesn't move one eyebrow.

(Hmm? So you can still keep your complexion?

The sword paid away only slightly. Only at that moment do you lift the Magic Enhancement in two stages at once, inverting the vector of power.

It exceeded the man's reaction speed and slashed his fist from the middle.

"Grr!?

The man's face swells to severe pain.

Evade the sword facing your face using Swedish and backsteps.

A slaughter that is quite powerful for being unleashed only by a snap on the wrist.

If dodging had been delayed, the man's neck would have been separated from his torso.

"Do you still want to?

Paying for a sword faintly adhered to by blood paste, Mullah looked to the man.

I have a crack in the smile of a man with a suppressed wrist and sweat floating on my forehead.

The woman who was watching the sight is hissing, but it's just a sound to the two of us in battle.

"Again, I didn't know there was a difference in power... I didn't think it was a touch of armor sleeve"

Apparently, he's been challenging the fight, even though he knows he's no match.

I respect that gut and guts, but that's all.

"If you don't want to, you should surrender. Unless you want to be killed."

Unlike Taiichi and Rin, Mura has no hesitation in killing her opponent if necessary.

I'm not going to say this about Taiichi and Rin who can't kill me. If you don't have to kill me, it's better that way.

The world is different, values are different and deserve it.

"I guess that would be wise...... but I will not surrender"

"Yes."

If you mean to do it, slash it.

I don't need to make a statement of intent.

Even without words, it should be conveyed well enough.

"Huh!?

I was alarmed.

Mullah's reaction to the magic formation floating at the man's feet was delayed.

An unrecognizable surgical ceremony.

What happens. I don't know about that, but it's jamming first.

Mullah rushed to create a stone spear, releasing it at the man.

"Unfortunately, it's too late"

A spear stabs the side of a man. I was in a hurry, or I didn't get to stop.

With every stone spear stabbed, the sign of the man diminishes.

From its feet, a tremendous amount of smoke blew up.

……

The man laughs, dyeing his abdomen bright red as he suppresses his slashed hands.

That's the laugh of the winner.

The laughter of those who lost the battle but won the game.

Just before I hid in the smoke, that was the slightest thing I could see.

On the contrary, it is Mullah who bites her teeth with a rugged look.

The spear of pursuit pierced the wall, passing empty where the man who had been engulfed in smoke stood.

I let him take the pain, but I let him get away.

"Got hit..."

Eventually the smoke scatters.

Naturally, the man is not there.

Be polite, not even a trace of blood remains. The smoke seemed to spread a lot. Maybe he went into the building from the aisle, maybe he jumped off the edge.

Now it breaks my bones to look for where I ran away from.

Plus.

Is the woman sitting in the chair losing her mind, or she doesn't even move with a tickle?

but we can't just let this place go and go after our enemies. No one seemed to have a hand around him.

"... well, it's something I put my hands on deep before I could get away with, and let's keep it a pain split"

I can't help but care too much. It's not like we're done.

Once he shelved his thoughts, Mullah began capturing women.