Isekai Mahou wa Okureteru! (WN)

When Shuiming quietly let go of the mercury knife that had accompanied Lycus' neck muscle, he sat down on the spot and leaked his rough breath.

"Ha... oh, shit..."

"Ugh..."

In the back, there's Enumarf. He is exposed to exhaustion due to the excessive release of magic.

It was a win. Such a complete victory, like underestimating this one, insulting it, and beating back everything you've missed. If you're a regular guilder, it's an occasion to play Kai Song, but that's not for today's winner. Just quietly unleash the magic and surgery in the mercury knife and go to the floor.

That mercury, which spread again, returns to the reagent bottle as if it had been reversed regeneration when it was served.

Dorothea, who was watching the battle go as an Alliance official, alternated with such an amazing look at the two.

"Wow...... I really knocked them both out..."

Does Dorothea feel slightly upset at the unexpected end? Lefir, who was watching the game next to her like that, said, still swordsman's eye. I'm looking at this one with an unafraid gaze like I see a warrior.

And I scratched out that shooting gaze with a gentle smile that floated all the time.

- Brilliant.

Praise, a word. Apparently, the impression of the surrounding atmosphere was somewhat overshadowed.

And Dorothea walks over.

"Mr. Swimey. It was a great fight. Even the guilders in Metail aren't that good at defeating Mr. Lycus and Mr. Enumalph."

"Thank you. The good stuff just hit the diagram."

When Dorothea smiles and pokes at her just saying she hates it, as if it were a coincidence.

"I'm humbled again, and I thought you were an armed wizard. Even a Wizard's Guild is comparable to a skilled class. Right, Mr. Refile?

"Oh, I don't know how much arm the wizard guild users of Metail have, but their technical skills can be seen as considerable."

In the words of Refill, I think of things that bother me.

"... by the way, compared to an amazing wizard as far as I know, how about that?

Yes, it was the wizard of this world who asked. Although I said arrogantly that I was behind, that's a story if it comes to technology, and I still haven't figured out to what extent the actual wizard of this world is the highest class.

Technology is also a strength, but if the total amount of magic and the amount of magic that can be used at one time is large, it can be a matter of fact amazing, and on a scale, powerful magic is just amazing. In addition, the strength of the wizard should vary considerably depending on how magically the elements and the dots intervene and are allowed to do so.

That's probably a limited story on the battle side.

Then Dorothea smiled happily.

"I can't believe you're worried about saying that, Mr. Swimey's a boy, too"

"Oh, stay, sort of.... So?

"Huh. As far as I'm concerned, I think it's pretty good. That wouldn't be the case compared to the S-rank wizard at the Xiao Dark Pavilion..."

The tail of the story is just a little buttocks. Does that mean that even in the current battle, it will be to an embarrassing degree compared to the wizard of that S-rank?

Then.

"I see.... By the way, is Mr. Whiteflame famous for his castle compared to someone in that S-rank?

"Mr. White Flame is famous for his strong researcher skin, so of course, we've asked him about his strength, but I think he would be inferior to a fighter."

"Heh..."

Dorothea boasts or proudly speaks of the strength of the guilders of the Xiao Dark Pavilion. To her words like that, she exhales intrigue.

Fermenia Stingray. Not hand-worked, but there was something admittedly talented about being a wizard. Sure, I didn't think it was the best class, but it's an interesting story to say that it's inferior compared to a wizard who has gone through the fight properly.

I may have heard good things. Still, it seemed early to be disappointed in the magic of this world.

"So how's Mr. Grakis?

Asked, Lephile has turned a frivolous gaze at me just saying it was surprising.

"... you didn't seem too strong."

"No, I mean for your information. I wonder how much it is. Sometimes you wonder about your evaluation, don't you?

When he said that, Refill meditated to ascertain the recorded past behind the eye lid and talked to him.

"Right...... Maybe my subjectivity... biased against what I've seen so far, but not beyond that strong wizard line as far as I felt your amount of magic, and the power of magic... earlier magic had something to keep an eye on but it wasn't helpful"

"Power."

After all, will you focus on natural magic because it is similar to magic? So how powerful is the magic of the highest-ranked wizard?

"If you are a user enough to be called the highest peak, some people will gently blow up forests and towns with a single magic blow. With all due respect, compared to you, it's not that amazing."

"Hmm..."

So much so. In the current situation, where no fire has been put in the magic furnace, the difference does seem to be very far apart. Do you want to wipe out one town or forest? Not saying mountains or peninsulas is better yet, but it must still be a threat. Well, there shouldn't be one of those in the other world either - anyway.

"Thank you. It was very helpful."

"No, no, it's kind of itchy to be thanked for something like this."

"No, it's still something ignorant. Unless."

If you bow your head to say yes thanks to Refill, Dorothea leans her neck unexpectedly and strangely.

"... but who is Mr. Swimey? I've never heard your name..."

"No. You can't be famous about me, can you?

And when I say to myself in a sense of mockery, Dorothea puffs and puffs on her face as though she were out of her mind.

"Oh, please don't lick the Xiao Dark Pavilion information network. If it's about the name of someone as powerful as Suimei, I'm trying to get a good grasp of it…"

The last thing that would have broken Dorothea's confidence would be the fact that she hadn't been able to grasp it after all. Either way, I'm from Japan myself. It's something that no other world can possibly grasp.

Based on that, I answer with a roar.

"Ah, I've come a long way..."

"Far away...... is it the south?

"No, from the east?

That's how Shuiming remembers the map he saw in the castle. I watched the whole map for when a geographic story like this came out.

East Side. From Astel it intersects vast forest and desert areas, mountainous areas and other naturally steep areas, a place where national traffic is not so flourishing and information does not come in very well.

Therefore, if someone asked me where I was from, I would have preferred it as an answer.

"I see. If you're indeed from the East, you shouldn't sound familiar. So that magic belongs to the East, too?

"Sort of."

When you mouth a lie with a stranger's face that it's true, you're intrigued, and one shrieks as Refile thinks.

"Proprietary magic..."

"What's up?

".................. no"

……

Is there anything that bothers you?

No, the atmosphere in her eyes has now changed because...

"Yeah. I've been impressed with it for a while now that it's a remarkable technology. Speed of exercising magic, regardless of the magic of defense, I think was excellent. You still have a world you don't know."

"No, thanks."

Seriously said toward the face is something quite facetious.

Then, as Dorothea remembered, turn to Refile.

"With that said, Mr. Refile is headed to the Nerferia Empire, right?

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, but"

and Refile, who expresses his consent to the words of Dorothea's confirmation.

It's another bizarre thing for her to head to the Empire, too. With that in mind, Shuiming asks.

"Heh. Does Mr. Grakis work in the Empire?"

"Oh. For once, I'm thinking about working at the Xiao Dark Pavilion while attending the Imperial Magic Academy."

"I am certain that the Magic Leadership..."

Magic House. According to the dossier, I do feel it was a huge magical academic department that existed in the Empire. It should have been an institution established to gather students from Astel, Nerferia and Sardias and to study, develop and maintain the equilibrium of the troika alliance.

There are a lot of interesting things to talk about.

(I'm not interested...)

A research institute? Academic institution? I don't mind either, but it wasn't much of a forefinger move. I guess that's where I should be interested as a researcher of witchcraft, even as Shuiming, but I have a bitter memory that came to my attention when I infiltrated a similar institution, commonly known as Academia, which is at the request of the Alliance Lord in the other world. At that time, I managed to cut through with the help of my friends in the Order, but the stories of this kind were already dust.

"Oh. I'm not so familiar with magic either, so I thought I'd encourage you to learn from scratch."

"Trying to learn magic?

"Oh, I've never been serious before."

Was that completely the type of person who believed in his arm, Refile?

Whatever it is, I may see you again. The destination is the Empire. Same area.

And, like Dorothea sighs.

"I'm sure a user like Mr. Refill would be great at Metail, but I'm not sorry to go to the other branches. - But Mr. Swimey's still here."

"No, I'm sorry, but I'm going to Crant City as soon as I'm ready."

Set aside for a moment, Dorothea turns this way with terrible momentum.

"... Yep, yep!? Aren't you going to do a great job of bursting in our branch as a new Wizard of Expectations who appeared like a broom star in Metail!? Wouldn't you use the Wizards of the Wizard Guild as a bat!?

What is that noisy delusion?

"... no, unfortunately"

"I don't know...... I thought for the first time in a long time there were more people coming in than I expected..."

"I'm sorry. I have something to do, too."

"... right. If you both have a solid purpose, you have no choice."

"Well, eventually, I'm going to Nerferia too."

"You too."

"Yeah. I was wondering if the Empire would be the best way to get all kinds of information"

"Right. I don't know when, but when I see you again, please say hello."

"Yeah. Nice to meet you."

"- Then I suppose it's time to go. Suimei-kun. I learned your battle."

Lephile so says goodbye and flips gracefully and pitifully.

Shuiming stares at her like that.

…………

"What's up?

"No, it's nothing. Take care."

"Oh. Thanks. See you later."

Yes, with an apology for the words of good luck on the journey, Refile now heads to the door of the training ground.

That, staring at the luxurious back, narrows his eyes.

- If she is, can I leave it there? I didn't feel like talking, and I missed one. It won't even be a small debacle.

Besides, she's going to Nerferia, so in the end, there won't be any stories of herself around here.

... Lefir opens the door, makes sure he leaves, and then Shuiming asks Dorothea without changing the focus of his gaze.

"- Well, I just want to ask, how much would my rank be at this point?

Dorothea looked up to the ceiling without alarm at that faceless question.

"Uh... right. Mr. Swimey took out Mr. Lycus and Mr. Enumalph at the same time."

"... hmm"

…………

Lycus, who looks abominably pointing that way, and Enumarf, who is biting his teeth. After all, if defeat lasts twice, there is no remorse. With them on their asses like that, Dorothea answers in the face or administrative tone of an official.

"If it were normal, it would be reasonable from the C-rank, but it would probably settle around because it also has enough ability to act as a B-rank."

"Heh..."

Unexpectedly voiced in unexpected evaluations. Have you come to B rank? I thought so, but it was highly regarded inside.

And as Dorothea, who quoted such an assessment, said it was a pleasure, she smiled happily.

"Amazing. You'll be famous all at once, Mr. Swimey."

"I guess so."

"Yep. I assure you"

And Dorothea, who tells me to leave it to you, to keep breathing.

Are you sure? If a highly-rated rookie shows up like a comet, it's natural to spread the name.

"But..."

……

Yes, but only if certain conditions are met.

Dorothea and the three of them here, they're gonna tell the others what I did here, right?

…… No, you don't have to tell me. If B-rank suddenly shows up better, even famously - "

- Yes, that was the way.

In the midst of that, Dorothea was wondering what she was talking about. When they noticed, Shuiming, who had turned her back, sometime put together a well-tailored black coat with a long hem.

And what was emitted to Russia was such a cold sign that the spine was frozen and convulsive.

Lycus, who noticed it as soon as possible, stares his hostility into the dew.

"... hey"

"It's okay. I'm not going to be famous. I was given complete skin by the two of them in my current measurements, and the rank is equal to D. The three of them told the rest of the guilders that I'd become a regular second-rate wizard guilder with nothing but healing magic."

"-"

Dorothea, who doesn't know what it is, and Lycus and Enumalph, who make their bodies tense to the swordswallowing signs sweeping around. Whatever happens is just as you perceive the atmosphere. There is nothing else to say right now that what you say will be a reality for them.

So...

"I'm a little sorry about all three of you, but I'd appreciate it if you said so."

"Yes, it is. - Ugh, gu..."

"Ahh."

Turn around and hold hands. Keep it up, activate magic with no time.

Lycus, who jumped out and tried to stop this outrage, and Dorothea, who still didn't know what it meant, sank into this sorcery that fulfilled this hope without even demonstrating resistance.

They have no resistance to witchcraft. The result is natural. That's the obvious story.

And the focus of their eyes, which had undergone no resistance whatsoever to witchcraft, did not fit in vain, and their shoulders drooped with no power, yet just said they stood up like ghosts.

Only one person, Enumalph, who had no influence in the exercise of sorcery to this extent, asks in a tone containing tremors and fears.

"... why?

"Yeah? Why? Well, as I was saying, I wanted to pass my rank with the right one."

"Stupid. The high rank is important to guilders in shaping their work. What are you gonna do, throw it in the ditch yourself?

Ask the question, Shuiming said openly.

"No, there's nothing I can do."

"What -?"

"Simply because it won't add any extra clutter."

When Shuiming said so, "It is, but…" said Enumalf. I guess there are parts of the Alliance that can be understood as somewhat more obnoxious in proportion to the height of the rank. You're right, if you're like yourself, the name is never more widespread than it is. Depends.

"I guess I wanted to increase my experience fighting people in this world."

"This world, is it...?

That's not what you know.

That word will be unmissable to the people of this world. But the question is cut off without bitterness. Because other people in red don't even need to know about the situation.

There. Also, as Enumalph hastened.

"But we've only managed our memories, so what do you say? The people who were there before the reception should know about you, right? Dorothea said that earlier."

"Right. But I didn't look into it. Then, the results here generally serve as a criterion of my strength, and I happen to have to accept them. Right? Humans are just insulting to others. Without the entity of the story, it's easier to think of him as weak than the guy who thinks he's strong."

…………

Enumalph is silent. No, a cliché. I don't talk, as if I've been deprived of all my voice.

And his eyes are opened as if he could see even the unobtrusive, and he is pointed at us without passing.

Then I guess there was a little bit of empathy in the current story. This gaze of surprise is such a thing.

"Shizuku, I'm a public unknown wizard who slapped me in the mouth at reception. It's a generally acceptable story, isn't it? Even more so if you're confident in yourself."

"... what do you do when you become a low-ranking guild member who can't get a request? No matter how many requests you make to enter the Xiao Dark Pavilion, there is a guarantee that you will have a good job worthy of it -"

"No. Sure, but I sowed the seeds there, too. Some requests can be pulled if healing magic and tricks are available. People tend to lack the power to heal everywhere, and if that's something that doesn't sound familiar - that's not all."

Shuiming is lying and takes a step forward.

Is that step a demon step for Enumalph?

"Ku, it's that easy for me, the wizard - Huh!?

Have you noticed? No one can deny that simple word now. Because.

"Hang on. You've worn out a lot, too. Isn't that what you call the sweet voice of Kravinkaya?"

"Ah -"

… magicians basically have a resistance to witchcraft. Personal magic essentially has the nature of rebelling against the magic of others, and since the magician became a magician, he has to study and apply to himself a cursed defense that makes it difficult to hang magic on himself, assuming that he will expose himself to the magic of others.

Its effectiveness, however, is not always constant and depends on the spiritual and physical condition of the person in question.

Then what about Enumalf, who was drained by the magic of depletion?

"It's a strong implication. Don't worry, there are no sequelae or anything. Go to sleep, and after you wake up, you'll do exactly what I said. There's nothing like you eating cracks."

... Shuiming is a magician. It is obvious that fighting this wizard will inevitably be a meeting of sorcery, and if the aim is both to fight itself and to evaluate it normally, it will be very difficult to reconcile it.

If you don't like fighting wizards and fight only warriors, you will have fewer chances to fight wizards and you will not be able to get information.

And on top of that, there were conditions to say that if we fought, only wizards resistant to magic would have to drain enough because of the last mouth seal.

Hence.

"Well... so, you..."

That's right.

"Yeah, that's why I dealt with them both at the same time."

- With a sharpened gaze still lower than zero, Shuiming puts his hand over Enumalf's forehead.

... at dusk. When the dusk stained brightly red is about to melt down into a thin blue dark night.

After finishing the measuring match, he went back and forth between the Inn and the Midnight Pavilion and returned to the Inn, Shuiming, resting his back firmly on the bed in the room he had taken.

There were a lot of things going on until the end of the measurement match, but it won't take as long or as long as it takes after that, and the inn process and the receipt of the guild card have been completed, and this is how I am here now.

It's a good thing I didn't have any trouble, and I'm glad you made it easy for me to think it was a hassle.

But the unexpected thing would be to say that Refille was taking the same inn.

"That's odd..."

So grumbling, thinking about the girl who had a strange encounter in the morning. Refile Grakis. With red hair, swordsman. To that standing, a woman everyone would call graceful. I don't know as much as the strength, but calming down after watching that game reminds me of a lot of hand work.

I got the impression of a solid one, but I was also concerned. After the game, I was stuck with her.

Until then, it was a crisp eye, but I did catch a glimpse of what had only been precipitated for a moment in those eyes. The starchy starch of those caught in unbearable unluck.

(No -)

Shake Kabuli. Such a thing, to speculate but not pry. I care, but that kind of thing is something everyone has. Even for her.

Probably myself, not an exception. I can't help but care. Because maybe it's an encounter tied by small coincidences, like a few breakups right now could be a lifetime breakup.

... look out the window. There were already boundaries there where the distinction between night and evening was vague. At dusk. The word derives from the diminution of who and what they do by accident. Indeed, dusk has the power to obscure the atmosphere around it and to bring unspeakable emotions to life.

"Huh..."

In the meantime, I suddenly got a yawn from drowsiness.

What is this? It shouldn't even be the time to get sleepy, usually. This sleeper. I'm not supposed to have done enough to be fatigued, but I can't resist sleeping.

Why...

(Oh......, yeah. Yabe... this...)

- And I remember. I know this feeling. An inexplicable drowsiness that strikes me unexpectedly when I'm alone.

That's right. This is a phenomenon that always comes when you're involved with someone like that.

(That's right... sure...)

This is a future play. Show it, Ludwig's curse. I teach myself something that happens to wind up, and when I always wake up, I forget like nothing happened. This is the only time I remember, like a meaningless view of the future.

Will you even be involved in this? Will it come even in such an unintelligible place? A world of picturesque stories. Fantasy. A place like this, completely unrelated to the other world.

If you find the art of going back, isn't this just enough talk to take you back to where you belong?

Letting go of only thoughts, he falls into bed in an unconstrained posture, clinging to such thoughts. But there was no way to fight it.

Soon there was a chair provided for the room with a figure of a mother I had never seen in my life. The only thing I know about my father, my cursed mother, was that phantom.

(Oh......)

Singing. Not to give a toddler peace, but to mourn the toddler's painful future. The song is inviting this morsel. Sleep. My mother, cursed by Ludwig, single-handedly, gently and sadly wrote a book about her future.

― Al Kern, an inviting herd.

This is definitely a curse with such a name. Epic Curse teaches an unsaved future and past. This is how the phantom of my mother, dyed by such a curse, who lost her life, always comes out and shows me.

So now I'm going to run, for someone who's not supposed to be saved? Also, will the days of battle begin?

I push the eye lid, which is heavier than lead, and now I turn my attention to the book my late mother has.

"- Shut up... I don't run anymore. For me to remain me!

Destroyed country. A semi-spirited swordsman woman, Réphile Grakis-Norcias, hung by different races with a curse of humiliation.

"Shut up! If fighting is the only thing anyone needs, I can stay like this forever!

who can only live with resentment. Liliana Zandaik, the human weapon of the Nerferia Empire sunk in the abyss of dark magic.

"- I could see Mizuming. I thought I'd never see you again. So I'll never leave you again."

Hideyoshi summons and Kadas' wet feathers flirt with his destiny, he is called the sword princess and friend, Hatsumi Decaya.

"- Don't be beautiful! How many good things did you say that sounded, you guys never get happy. Nah!

Big shadow woman cursed by Ludwig. Islina Coolange is the beauty shadow of Ismeralda, who vowed to save her.

"Shuiming, both humans and demons are the same. If they're both filthy creatures, I..."

A rebel brave man summoned together in the rite of summoning Yingjie and desperate for the people. Holy Sword bearer, Swordsman of the Hidden God, Trinity II.

"- Long time no see, kid. What do you say, you get as strong as the wind?

The world's most powerful swordsmen summoned to the lands of another world by a random summons of contraindications. Lion roar. Bayowolf Schneider.

- Are you my enemy?

Worst demon king to manipulate any curse. Empress of different races, Nakshatra.

... Sleep now, Mizumi. If you don't rest when you can, you'll fall down one day. Because you never run away.

Such a deafening voice. Finally, my consciousness broke off plump.