Isekai Mahou wa Okureteru! (WN)

I have shared the work of each of them, and once they split up on the spot, Mizuminos. Unlike Elliot and others, he was in a state where he took a long time back because he didn't have a clue either because he was slow to start.

So Shuiming was on his way to the only place where he had witnessed such a person.

On the return of the day Liliana was led to the library, a man in a black hooded robe was hunting the aristocracy around within a pseudo-union knitted by magic. Perhaps that is the culprit in this case.

"No, you were a lot smaller"

That shadow that confronted me in the dark, was short and skinny. Even if I try to remember the movement, I can tell it's a fairly younger person - a child. Based on that, it seeps out some complicated feelings.

(I don't know what...)

Its killer, who attacks residents, lets them comatose, wields fear and the gendarmerie burns their hands, is a child. It's like I don't see a motive.

As Shuiming walked down the street with her thoughts around like that, she saw a black mountain crowd forming ahead.

"What..."

A hustle and bustle on purpose. The noise is gradually increasing. Such aberrations in popular traffic also evoke wild horse guts and try to get a little closer to the edge of the street. Then, the intense magic swelled up from within the enclosure of the hedgehog that made the circumference.

"... this is"

I remember this feeling. The wavelength of magic I've felt the other day. Yes, it is an expansion of the magic that Liliana Zandaik possesses.

And I said from behind, "What's going on?" "A human weapon......" "The opponent is the wizard of the Alliance," he hears such fragments of conversation. One of them is a familiar Liliana alias.

Shuiming said there was no water, and he proceeded with the hedge rubbed. Eventually, when he came to the front of the enclosure, there was a sign of Liliana.

I see the girl's cold cut left eye. It was the wizards who were blowing fights on Liliana that day that were looking down. Crawling down the ground.

Unlike before, this time it was a harsh attack from her, or burned or mutilated all over the robe, as long as it hurts to see. Perhaps he bathed the flames, the magic of the wind, until his defenses were not extended. The magic is almost depleted already, too.

"If you punish me for this, you'll have to stop hanging on me."

"Damn......"

It is the man with the crude tone who is malicious and trying to wake up his body. Still letting hostility in her eyes spy on Liliana, but she was not tolerant of such a raw man. Spitting intense magic out of his whole body again, he regionalized himself to wrap a dozen meters around him, seeping forcefully with the authority and the will to kill, and with enough malice for anyone to know him.

Both the wizards and the surrounding wild horses would have had their whole bodies gross about this. Of course, because the magic of experiencing skin is so full of poison, the malice of those who have swept away has filled the space.

Eventually, the man with the crude tone and the man with the crude tone blew bubbles on the spot and lost his mind. No magic, and it won't happen for the time being. Liliana glances at them and restores her magic to solve the fighting posture.

On the other hand, Shuiming realizes that her surrounding eyes are somewhere harsh. Strong awe and definite aversion swirled around her as she beat the men to pieces and wielded fear by the time they were completely skinless.

They've got their hands on it again this time, and she's probably not bad. The strong wind in self-defense is still pitiful.

I thought I'd get out of here with a help boat, and Mizumi moved on and stepped forward.

"Yes."

Did you notice with your voice, Liliana, turning around.

"... is it you again? You show up before me a lot."

"That's the same for me. So why don't you just hang out? So..."

Yeah, put down a beat and look at the men who were pitifully in return.

"Again, did those guys stick around?

"That's right. Again, without sexual punishment, I've been challenged. You're an adult, save me.

I'm a fool who can't be there. He's a big idiot. "

"... you're a disaster too"

Shuiming makes his gaze toward the men include fright. If it is well known, will this disturbing air ease as well? I thought so, but it didn't work out the way Mizuming expected, and the gaze of those around me was unchanged.

The wild horses in the front row were supposed to be ahead of themselves, but for some reason I hear harsh voices, such as "human weapons hurt the wizard of the guild," "creepy child..." and "why are you leaving such a dangerous kid in the wild". Weird. Normally, words like this shouldn't fly if you're clear which one is right. Before that, rather than, adults who first committed violence against little girls are more reprehensible. Then why should she be given to the jade? Or is this the imperial human perception of Liliana?

Liliana moves as Shuiming flaunts the malice around her.

"Out of the way. Not a show, no."

Liliana staring at the pedestrian walls. When they are ejected by the light of their eyes, they are slowly scattered with people with a harsh look on their guard. On the departure of such wild horses,

"... monster"

Someone groaned so abominably.

"... hey"

"You just have to keep your mouth shut. After a while, I'll be gone..."

"He said he'd be gone... that's not what we're talking about. What's this? We're not talking about a misunderstanding of the situation, are we?

"It's okay."

I kept my mouth shut, her tone was only strong with my heart. Words, thrown somewhere, mixed with the notion of giving up.

"... is this it?

"Yeah, it's the usual thing. Creepy magic users are abominations. In the empire, I... no, anywhere, because that's what I am."

I hear a lonely grunt somewhere in Liliana. There is a similar voice to the complaint that nothing can be done about it anymore.

"My department is special. Sometimes it's convenient to have someone like me, because it's something you can hate."

Indeed, there is a special department in a place called the military, where people still dislike it. Inner and outer dissatisfaction is solicited, but if there are targets that are prone to attack, the eyes will no longer be there. Then she accepts the spearhead of malice?

When Shuiming looked around, everyone could see her lagging back as if she were also an untouchable beast there. Something hides at the store's end and whispers. And some send a sharp gaze from the shadow of the building. The glance was uniformly casting a diminutive and comatose light on those in front of him. Point it at the child, not the eye.

Eventually, the wild horse disappeared. Liliana, out of sight, also tries to walk away from this scene,

"Wait a minute."

"What?

"You're hurt."

Did Liliana get the magic from the men, whose neck muscles were a little red? Probably a burn or something. Shuiming walked up very close and put her hands around the affected area.

"What?"

"Stay still for a second."

A pale green phosphor rises from his hand, full of light. The magic of healing. The inflamed skin was quickly restored to normal by the healing hands of Shuiming.

Liliana is rubbing her burnt neck as if she were stroking something even strange.

And

"... why"

"Hmm?"

"Why are you trying to be nice to me, you?

"What, a favorite favorite, but did you care?

"Yes. Very"

What Liliana, who affirmed, revealed was anger-like emotion. When I look at you like that, I get a pity somewhere that I don't have the water to scratch.

"You just have to do the same as them, too, okay"

"With contempt? You want me to look at you like that?

"Yes."

"You really want me to do that?

"It's..."

"That's not true, is it? Huh?"

……

Liliana leaned down and shut up. Shoulder strength is missing.

"Can you go home alone?

"-Co, don't treat me like a child!

"Well, then you'll be fine. I have some business too, so we should go now, huh?

So Shuiming turns to the place where he meets the murderer and the thinker.

... on your own,.

From behind, I thought I heard such a grunt.

In the darkness, those were there.

I don't know the boundaries with the surrounding black, put together a seemingly indistinguishable robe, a tall shadow and a tall shadow. Move to fly through a quiet city, connecting darkness with darkness and stitching it together. Sharpen the signs thinly and look for prey. You must be the hunter.

Unexpectedly, a small shadow stopped. Stop the loose arch-drawing leap that confronts Newton head-on and descend on the brick lay to avoid breaking the silence.

"... what's up?

"No, nothing, nothing"

Tall shadows that followed down next door. The words questioned and answered by it were perhaps false. I stopped on the spot because I blamed the creature that was on the fence. No, maybe it stopped because, on the contrary, this one was blamed.

It sits higher than its surroundings, its pupils glaring at its open eyes and staring at this one. It's a cat. A wildcat living in the capital catches him in two lights that can't even yellow about him.

"Hey."

I rang out. And what was it to show? When the cat stood up with its tender, seemingly hairy limbs, she left the scene without sound.

A tall shadow rests his hand on his shoulder.

"Let's go."

"... Yes"

Shortly show your commitment. Then he follows and moves to the tall shadow again. Whatever, to go serve your purpose. This time the target says it's going to go through the edge of the upstream compartment. Where the information comes from is the shadow behind it. Yes, tall shadows always bring terribly accurate information. It still serves its purpose based on it. Perhaps he has an information network that surpasses the imperial intelligence department.

This time the target is the one who missed it because of an unrelated human intrusion before.

"Around here. Set up a net."

I nod uncontentiously at the words. As he sought to knit the surgical ceremony quickly and begin chanting the spell,

"Nah."

――⁉

My back trembled with surprise, even without trying, at the chirping sounds made at unexpected times. If I turned around late, the cat was sitting behind me. Were you sneaking up without sound? I'm trying to lean against the building wall, and I'm staring at this one like an earlier cat. Hold still. It's like we're crushly monitoring this trend. The arms are wrapped with dark cloth cuts. A cat?

Once you stop exercising magic, take a step toward the cat. But the cat doesn't move. Just pupils coming at eyes open all over the place. One more step, two steps closer, the cat finally felt the crisis, the yawning trick turned its back at the end and dispersed from the spot.

…………

What the hell was that? The cat's thoughts may not be known, but he regains his mind and exercises the magic of darkness. It's a way to cover the light around you and weaken your vision. Now, with the exception of a few coincidences, the target cannot escape this compartment.

Shortly afterwards, the target appeared. Have you drunk alcoholic beverages? []/(n, vs, adj-no) (1) (uk) footing/(2) (uk) (uk) footing/(P)/

is unbound and unaware of this realm of darkness. It's an easy job this time. It's just the last thing to exercise magic on a drunk. As I did to other humans, I do the magic of darkness to this man too.

And it wasn't long before the errand was done, and only on the brick laying was the unconscious hated nobleman rolling.

... Now I could pick up another sprout of worry. A little more, a little more like this, and the obstacles on that guy's walking path will be removed.

Without knowing it, he exhaled in relief and tried to return his heel,

"- I knew I'd go around behind my back."

The voice was hung up.

…………

My voice invited me to be conscious, and I turned around and there was a man ahead. Late teens when I was old. The outfit is middle meat and back. It brings together the atmosphere that seems to be everywhere at first glance, but the kind of style you're not looking for anywhere. Late to his voice, the tall shadow turned to you too.

- Why?

It was confusion to come here and occupy my own head. Why is this man here now?

A man who met in a jam and was confused by the streets of the Imperial City. Swimey Yakagi.

It was as if coming here was the purpose - it was the look on our face as if we had appeared to stop our purpose by saying such things and putting our faces on the late arrival, such a look. He appeared in the presence of darkness, just like this one. A familiar little figure emerges from behind it and an unrecognizable silver-haired woman. He was an unplanned intruder. I don't know why, but I'm pretty sure we're here to get ourselves. But I'm done with them, so I don't need them. But it's not a good idea to keep it that way more than you've been seen.

"... I'll take care of the rest. Can you do it alone?

"Yes."

Say a word to the tall shadow word that tells you to end it without saying it, and say yes.

- Wait!

The silver-haired woman, who noticed the shadow wandering, raised her voice and immediately blinded her to Swimey Goatee. But he looks sideways at the tall shadow assimilated to darkness and glances at the unconscious nobility as unnecessary.

"Fine. No deep pursuit. You two ask for Osama there."

"Yes, sir"

Admittedly, she rushed over to the man with the red-haired girl with the swimey goatee.

- So, are you sure the killer of the case is you?

……

"That's what you do when you keep your mouth shut?

I'm not willing to answer. Patterns exchanged words with Swimei Yakagi. No matter how magically you change your voice color, it's still there when you're distracted. Except when there is a mystery dwelling in the Spirit, like during a spell chant, but I don't commit such foolishness right now.

Within doing so, Swimey Yakagi slowly lifts her arms and tries to squeal her fingers. That's - that's the move that destroyed the wand the Wizard Alliance magician had. Somehow, at the same time as the fingers beep, the magic of the wind attribute explodes with air. Simply visible, advanced magic. The same goes for chants and keywords, but the time to build and activate a surgical ceremony is very short, a terrible magic made considering the actual battle. Slow arm lifting motion is meant to drive this reckoning crazy, and in fact, it all ends in a world of less than a second, so dodging and defense can only rely on the senses if they can't be detected.

- Pattin.

"... ugh."

The lateral flight I asked to evade was almost at the same time that the space directly beside me could be played. But that apparently only affects objects in a straight line between the line of sight and the crossing of the fingers. If I hadn't seen it before, I would have been knocked down without realizing it. But now is not the time to be caught in such an afterthought. Swimey Yakagi, who foresaw this attitude collapsing, is already running the ground. Fast. I'm not even doing special magic enhancements, but I have enough speed to run.

"- Permutatio.Coagulatio.Vis cane"

(- Degeneration, coagulation, formation is skill)

As he runs, the moment he hears a grunt with Alma Merriculius from the mouth of Swimei Yakagi, the tip turns into a metal wand divided into two parts. Simultaneously with the swirling of the silver metal wand, the wind and hives scattered around the area sound like a whip. No cuts past here. There is no difference in the speed of rushing. I'm terribly used to fighting for the wizard's sake.

Spin the magic of darkness against such a swimey goat.

"- Darkness. Thou shalt strip and fall from the heavenly covering book, and grind, strike, slap, crush, and cast down my enemies into the earth.

- Darkness Punisher.

(- When you kneel before me, everything is crushed by darkness)

A darkness completely heterogeneous to the darkness of night spreads to heaven. We need to crush everything directly beneath the dark screen stretched out to cover it. At that time he immediately dares to fly sideways and slip through its edges, trying to inhibit the disease of the man blessed by the chase wind. As he tries to manipulate and wrap around the dark screen, he is bounced as if he was grabbed and pulled by the hands of some invisible giant, showing an evasion that rebelled against nature's cooking in the midst of a hammer of darkness. Swimey Yakagi landed dangerously from a completely collapsed position. It was surprising that he was putting that on his face.

"Hey, what's that technique?

Not answering the blameworthy question naturally, the silver-haired woman behind him revealed the identity of the magic she had used.

"Lord Swimey! It's the magic of dark attributes! And it's pretty powerful!

"Darkness, attributes...?

Apparently, the man in front of you, Swimey Yakagi, is the first to see the magic of darkness. It reveals confusion, as I have heard even in the frivolous stories. They don't know much about dark attributes. Then it's a good time.

In the middle of that thought, his mouth shows movement.

"― Et factus est invisibilis. Instar venti"

(- My blade is invisible, but sinks my enemies into blood with the sharpness of steel)

Sounds like a magic formation is formed at his feet, while at the same time tearing the eardrum apart. It is separate from the wind chirping noise caused by the metal wand earlier. The sound over the darkness is sharp and sharp as if the cold night air had been transformed by the thick wind. This, there is a sword in the void somewhere. But no matter how much I stare, I can't see it because it's not just lost in the shade of the night. If you can't see the original, you just have to feel it. Immediately tighten your senses, tighten them up, and circle around them with sharp threads. And scratch. Avoid flying arrows, not sword-fighting moves. Slash marks on the ground behind you when you scratch one. Repeat that several times.

But his mouth moved in the midst of the manoeuvre.

"- Flamma est lego vis wizard"

(- Fire, gather. like the sorcerer's screaming grudges)

Spinning spells are still something I've never heard of. If so, so is this one.

"- Darkness. All of you are bewitched and driven insane, and strange currencies are invited. The Black Snake will not lead all those who have their hands to doom."

- Hand of Friendship.

(- Fine darkness is the darkness that leads to doom is excessive)

Spin the spell. This magic is specially made. Original using dark attributes. By exploiting the properties of dark attributes, it destabilizes the opponent's surgical formula and uncertainizes the phenomena that can occur. Uncertified magic can either not activate, cause another phenomenon, return to the other, or so on, but if you adjust to return to the other person in anticipation of it, you can inflict a direct pain on the other person.

I was supposed to...

"Huh - Resonatur! Illi qui flagitant Discordia et lost in ventum!

(Sound fitting! Disturb peace and disturb. Sound, shake. Change and disappear into the wind!)

Swimey Yakagi interrupts the original spell chant to interrupt another spell.

"Harmonies aeolian!

(Rhythmic style!)

- Harmonized Ioria. Something did change when that word rode in the wind.

"Become... ⁉"

The moment the darkness imitating the serpent was entangled in a magic formation floating up in the hollow, the dark serpent became light with the magic formation and scattered in pieces. The grain of light that could play like a splash of paper blizzard illuminated the figure of a man there without anything.

Safe, which means he defended himself perfectly. But it can't be. Magic is all about the element replacing the effort in activation. Therefore, because all the magic used by the wizard appears somewhere where the consciousness of the operator does not intervene, it is not possible that the operator has complete mastery of magic. Because some parts of the current magic have exploited the gap, it is unlikely that it will not be there. No, assuming that's the case, the man has precise control over all the magic he uses - which means that the magic the man uses is not magic via the element.

If you're surprised, Swimey Goatee will shake off any surplus magic left in her arms.

Ugh, pay for the right hand of hand-to-hand karate.

"… Event Agitation (Phenomenon Mixer)"

……

"It's the magic law you used now. Sure, I didn't use it perfectly... but I don't even know the magic synopsis..."

I guess that pernicious thing he told me to throw up was his own praise.

The cold then occupies the perimeter. Did you consider yourself an enemy entirely? The sight was sharp and the intimidation increased. I also thought when I defeated the Wizard Guild Mage, but Swimey Yakagi is still a pretty good user. It activates advanced magic in a short amount of time, taking away even the opponent's controlled magic and using it. Its strength, even the Twelve Yukie, would be comparable. Maybe that's not even an unlikely story.

Swimey Yakagi moves out. Trying to back off in response to a slow step, you were reading this move or you're packing the distance with an unlikely acceleration from the initial speed.

I'm not very good at fighting when I'm approached. Spin the spell fast. Swimey Yakagi was about to ring her finger, but suddenly she took herself off the spot as she noticed something was not good.

It reacts quickly. What feeling do you acquire that you can be thorough in evasive behavior without hesitation at the beginning stage of the construction of the surgical ceremony? The reaction is no longer even equal to prediction.

And while I was thinking about that, I could see that I was already trying to take measures.

Another magic formation floats in the air. But one thing - no, not one kind.

Double Chant. No, this is--

"-Ad viginti transcription. invocatio Augoeides!

(- Light glow technique ceremony. Transfer to number twenty, activated!)

"-Come on!"

Light spears, which are not light attributes, strike like torrential rain. Did you give up the technique to the intense magic and turn it into a means of attack? Plus, we have multiple of the same ones, and starts at the same time. A monster. Barely scratches the rain of the beating light. Send it, we have to move to counterattack. Yes, anything that disturbs you must be defeated. For that guy. That's why I don't look at myself. Even if jumping into his nostalgia is too dangerous an act, he rushes toward him as he creeps in anticipation of brick dust and fragments slowly passing in front of him like soot smoke rising. But was that a prospect? There's a Swimey Yakagi who sometime changed his metal wand to the shape of a sword.

Hit the tip of the sandalwood wand on the belly of the sword as it is. The sword moves always looked at that guy's, so I was confident I would respond. Because no one in the Empire has more sword moves than that man. But the Sword of the Swimey Goat was separate. The sword struck and bounced by the wand does not unexpectedly leave the opponent's control, drawing a streamlined orbit as it flows. As he jumped up the tip of the wand he put out with two strikes, his momentum remained, and the radiant trajectory formed a circle with a sharp cut of the sword that spun one turn in his hand.

Magic Formation. The brilliance of the raised magic light is red. Flaming -

When I realized it, I saw the finished magic formation and the tip of the sword pointed at me. I barely figured it out as a shoulder aim, so I made it to avoid poking, except for magic. There is no means of defense in this situation. What do we do? I feel heat from the magic team. It's the magic of fire attributes. An attribute that obstructs darkness next to light and boasts a strong power.

"- Huh?"

Eat up your teeth while considering the possibility of heat and pain hitting your body and throw your body out on a brick lay. Keeping that momentum, he rolled himself unattended. My condition is - the flames only lick the robe, with little harm. The impromptu activation helped the body that the magical stature fell a few steps below the earlier one and that it was immature but small turning.

A silver-haired woman complains to Swimey Yakagi.

"Cover me..."

"Fine. I'd rather have that Osama and Refill. Be aware of the magic and events around you. I'm stretching my realm to the side so it doesn't stand out."

"This is..."

A silver-haired woman looks around. So much so that after blinking, those two eyes opened up inexorably. That eye must have captured a different, heterogeneous black from the darkness that night had dropped.

Was Yakagi Suimei aware of that? A black beard hidden in the shade of the night. Exactly. I didn't know you were going to sink into the darkness before you knew it, but you were paying attention there too. But he can take away his opponent's magic, and he can't interfere with the magic of an unknown attribute. There is not a single flaw in the moon, which has changed its complexion to the extent that it was dyed by black pearls. A woman noticing the strangeness around her snorts back at Swimey Yakagi. Yay or no, she spins the magic of darkness.

"- Darkness. Crawl out of the chaos that hides you. That thou mayest show strength. I don't retaliate. I don't even get angry. Therefore, yes..."

Chanting and putting it on is a forbidden word that reinforces dark magic.

"Orgo, Lucula, Lagua, Secunto, Rabbieral, Bay Baron......"

- Retaliation Haytred.

(- Just leave it to the wrath of darkness)

"- (Primum ex Quartum excipio!

(- First to fourth, all defense!)

Swimey Yakagi unfolds the golden magic formations in a hemispherical fashion. Collising darkness and light. Although the rotating magic formations scatter a shitty sound and luminescence to defend numerous dark belts,

"Gu -"

From his mouth, a small, distressed leak. The darkness that passes to stain out of the golden defense gathers into the left arm of the Swimey Goatee. I can see a sign of the threat to his safety or the cold sweat that conveys his nostrils. It was a success. I was able to get through this attack for the first time.

But even if it is slight, Swimey Yakagi will not fall. If you take that dark magic of power, any opponent is supposed to warp your face and scream bitterness at its intense pain and the tiredness and nerve invading you crawling up like a bug from the affected area. Swimey Yakagi just stares at this one with her legs resting on the ground.

"You..."

Is the word spoken clearly a manifestation of hatred toward the enemy? But it was directed at

"Are you manipulating such a mon as it is...?

It was a suspicion that anger and pitiful emotions intermingled inexorably.

... Now you want to ask me that? I am a user of dark magic. I have manipulated this magic that erodes us, and this is how I have sunk those who can be obstacles to that man. Naturally. This is what I should do for myself. Yes, everything, everything to protect him.

- To protect him, am I hurting him?

――⁉

So I noticed something. Yes, mine, on the line you shouldn't cross.

Who is this? Isn't this man a nobleman who threatens that man? Why are you trying to destroy it as you are told? Swimey Yakagi. A man who was not afraid of how intimidating or creepy he was. Someone who spoke gently and considered himself in solitude. Am I releasing this dangerous dark magic that can easily take a person's life to such a person?

"Hey, wait..."

By the time I realized it, I was rushing in a different direction from where he was.