Kanna no Kanna

It's a development that can't be done simply by shrugging lightly.

Behind the five are different robes in light armor. The last explosion would be his magic. There is no evidence, but in that situation it is faster to conclude.

"Hey, are you injured?" "Eh? Oh, yes."

Run up to Akage and help him get up. She has not yet swallowed her life-threatening crisis on the verge of exploding, and she has yet to decide on her thoughts.

"Well, my servant. Do you know that masked person?" "No, no, but not ..."

It was quicker to recover from confusion than the Lord. The servants nodded at my words and prepared themselves for the intruders.

"Anyway, will the dispute between you and me be put off later?" "... There is no objection to you."

There seems to be no fear of the Lord's selfishness and the balance of safety shaking. His attitude as a servant was perfect.

I hid her body behind.

………… I was in such a standing position with momentum, but this is a knight-like position to protect Mr. Redhead. Don't be a red hair stakeholder. Is it too late because he intercepted the magic that was fired at Akage?

Indeed, was the Aritsuki always involved in the incident like this?

With the distant eyes behind me, the masks silently pulled out their swords from their pockets and attacked all at once. This is the questionlessness.

The aim is definitely Redhead. Ever since the masks appeared, I felt their clear murderous focus on her.

The servants rushed to the enemy, ahead of me, who was trying to be ready.

"You ask for a young lady." "I'm really an outsider when you ask."

I wonder if it is okay to leave it to a young man who meets for the first time, and the battle between the valet team VS masked team has rushed.

The sword, which the mask masks silently swings over, is caught by the sword that the servant boldly holds, sparking. Thanks to the nearby swordsman, Real, the escort and the masks are not as sharp as her. It's exceptional than last night's thugs. The four squires face each other without any inferiority to the four masks that cut and tie.

What are four people?

Apart from the four masked masks, the masks of the robes are standing farther away than their peers.

"Do you want me to do it?"

I jumped on the spot, created cone-shaped ice by spiritism, and threw it at the mask that controlled the magic. If you remain on the ground, you may hit someone who is tied in front of you.

Perhaps because I was concentrating on magical control, I noticed that the lobe was noticed by the ice cone that I released. Despite trying to avoid it in a hurry, the flying speed of the ice protected by the spirit is close to that of the arrow fired by the bow. Naturally, I pierced my thigh without avoiding it.

A scream in a robe flashed behind the alley.

Okay, earlier than holding a fist, this time killing from directly above. From above?

When I looked up overhead as I felt, it was the moment when a masked man jumped off the roof of the house surrounding the alley. He holds a sword in his hand, and Mr. Akage is the target point of the fall.

I am not confident that I will aim at falling objects. Judging, I made a weapon that crushed the golem at that sacred mountain-an ice ax.

"Redhead downside down"

In a sharp voice, Ms. Akane squatted reflexively, and from above, I waved a hard ax at the approaching assassin. The blow that swept the wind blew deeply into the flanks of the mask and blew away, hitting the alley walls.

Continue from behind. Looking back, one of the masks approaching here, and beyond that, his squire, squatting down with blood from his arms. Did it break through?

The approaching mask opens my eyes to my large ax, which suddenly (from the perspective of others) appears, and disturbs the steps. I do not miss that opportunity, and I always use a large ax to sweep it off the alley walls.

The choice of the big ax is my default equipment that was decided after training and talking with Real. Both the armor and foot have increased both defense and attack power, but it is known that my fighting power has lived in modern Japan. He can move a lot more than an amateur, but he won't be able to pass on those who have made a living in the world of plow fighting. The way of fighting I chose was "a long-lasting and powerful weapon."

You might think that a sword would be fine, but an ax is easier to imagine when creating it than a sword. This is because the ax was first created by spiritism. I don't even know why I made this first. As mentioned earlier, as long as there is blessing of the spirit, the weight of the ax I feel is optimized to shake. It would be very effective if such a massive mass could be handled at the same level as an ordinary sword.

--- Some people are swinging their large swords with their muscle strength. A big swordsman with elf ears.

For now, this is enough to get Real's endorsement that most enemies will fight well.

In the blink of an eye, the sway runs on the masks who have been neutralized. The first five to appear were decoys, and the last one to attack from the roof was their favorite. Or would it be okay if the robe that I first intercepted with ice could blow us off with powerful magic? Once in this situation, it makes no sense to ask.

This one is injured, but still five people including me. Mr. Akage calculated out of force for the time being. On the other hand, three masks remain. The difference between the number of people and the difference in strength is clear.

Above all, what was unexpected about the masks was my existence. I mean, it's too unexpected that I happened to do this. It was me who drove the three enemies out of combat. Without my presence, everything was over with the first magical blow.

The masks realize that the attack has failed, and at the same time move away from their sword-cutting servants without words and rush to the side of the robe with blood flowing from their feet.

One of the masks takes out something like a ball and shakes it.

"Escape" "I'm not sure"

Taking over the word of one of the squires, I let go of the ax and thrust it forward. Tilt your entire consciousness to your hand and the space that follows.

All that is needed for spiritism is a clear image. What do you want and what to do. He speaks to the spirit with his determined will and embodies it in reality. Fortunately, the masks gathered in one place.

I imagine a cage. Hold your right hand, your left hand open and your flat up. Put your imagination on your right hand, your left hand as the earth.

"Immediate detention center"

He hit the bottom of his right hand with his left hand. When the sound snaps, walls surrounding the masks appear. An ice cube completely trapped them just before their escape.

On the translucent wall that appeared, the momentum of the arm swung down did not stop. The ball released from the masked hand was slammed into the ground, exploded, and a dense white smoke blew out.

--- In an enclosed space covered by ice walls.

………………… Is this a laugh?

Or maybe it's an emergency for the masked people. If you use a smoke screen ball for escape, you just fill up the cage that was locked in no time. This one has good visibility, but the other side has almost zero visibility.

He seems to be hitting the ice cage from the inside, but he is not afraid. The strength of the ice I make with spiritism is influenced by the image and distance I put into it. The maximum strength at my hand is such that it can be finally destroyed with the full power of Real. As the distance increases, it will attenuate, and in addition, precise modeling will become more difficult. The distance between me and the ice cage is a little far away, so I can't make anything difficult, but if you have such a simple structure and have a solid image, you can keep a lot of firmness. And the ice I made by spiritism is "linked" with me as long as the spirit doesn't stop. As long as my consciousness doesn't depart from "that," I won't be blown away by a gentle or soft impact.

Huh, once calm down? There is no killing or magical movement in the range you can feel. The two masks I slammed against the wall have lost consciousness. When I knocked on my axe, some of the bones seemed to have broken apart, but not dead. Well, it may be that the spinal cord is broken with momentum, but let's give it up as a self-employed person.

“Mr. Redhead” “……………………………?

Calling out, Akane-san doesn't seem to be here.

"I knew that I didn't know the masks, but did you know that I was aiming for my life?" "Ah ...

A voice comes out of his mouth, but he is caught near his throat. Non-verbal sounds are emitted intermittently. Are you confused by the changing situation?

"Oh, my servant." "..............."

Is this silence? However, the eyes of an ice cage and an unconscious mask are steep. I could read that she didn't have any feelings from her expression. It's like a young lady, so I imagine it's a parent's relationship or a ransom, but I still can't guess the other person's body about an hour ago.

But what to do now. It's quite painful to keep a sculpted object under control of a distant object, if at all. If I keep the cage, I can't move very slowly.

For the time being, should the internal temperature of the cage be lowered below freezing to keep the masks from moving? Then there is no worry that you can escape even if you release the cage.

I tried to change the image.

--- A vivid sign pierced the skin.

I feel excessive magical movements that seem to memorize even pain.

The ice cage exploded sooner than its source could be identified.

"Wow, wow!"

Severe pain runs on the right arm used to solidify the image of the cage.

Although tears accumulate in the corners of the eyes due to severe pain, I bite and stare in front. After all, the ice cage was shattered, and the white smoke that had filled it spread out and obstructed the view.

Invisible, but it was felt that four signs were moving away from it. In addition, the people who blow me away start to move here with just a chance. Can you move with that injury? It should have done some damage to some ribs and internal organs if not dead. The movements of the two masks escaping and holding their flank are so quick that they do not seem injured, and neither me nor my servant can reach them immediately.

"Wait ..."

The sense of the right arm does not return. I made ice with my left hand as a starting point and kicked it off with all my might. The sweetness of the aim is supplemented by the spirit. Ice gravel flying at high speed approaches one of the people trying to escape.

With a bang, the pillars of Guren extended to heaven. Ice gravels evaporate even sound when sucked into the pillars of fire.

Hmmmm, what the hell is that! ?

I am appalled by the "quality" of the magic that constitutes the pillar of fire.

It's the same magic that crushed my ice. But it's more foreign than any human you've ever seen. It is dense enough to wonder if it can be called a human.

The ice gravel disappears and the left fingertip crunches, returning to the body even though it was not made firmly because it was made instantly. In other words, that pillar of fire is so hot.

The pillars of fire continued to burn on the spot for some time, and eventually extinguished after about three minutes. The stone pavement at the root of the pillar was melting. How much heat. The masks had completely disappeared from the spot. I looked for signs, but I was no longer in the range I could feel. Did you run away?

Although not captured, the raids failed. There is no more killing here. About one injured person appeared, but at first glance his arm was cut off. There is a useful thing in this world called healing magic. If you don't have a full arm, show it to an expert and you'll be fine.

"... Thank you for your help. It may have been dangerous for us alone."

One of the servants says thanks while putting the sword in the sheath.

Money "I want you to do thank you with thank you."

He made a ring with his finger and told him, and his servant smiled while being amazed.

"It's true that we got involved. I understand, I don't get the rewards I want, but I'll pay you the price when a merchant asks for escort."・ ・ ・ ・ ・ Oh, I'm a redneck and I don't know about the market around here.Isn't it okay to call my guardian? For the time being our inn where we're stopped

--- The view was shaking.

"……………………that?"

He loses his power from his toes and sticks his butt on the spot. A terrible feeling of fatigue came from behind my head. I remember this.

"Oh, are you okay?" "Oh, this is a bit ...

Consciousness breaks up.

"It's bad ... but ... can you call my guardian?"

I managed to squeeze my last force, tell the location of the inn where Real would be, and fell on the spot.