Magic? Muscle Is Much More Important Than Such A Thing!

I, Elft Mistral, was brought to life in this world six hundred and fifty years ago.

I was greatly discouraged at birth.

In spite of his family lineage, he does not possess much ability. Besides being a man.

Sometimes wind gods are women, and devout followers of wind gods tend to look up at women over men.

Most of all, I may be the only one in this room, such as a devout believer... It's lamentable.

Whatever it is, I have had a small attachment in the back of my mind since I was a young child, having been given the ability to live in the woods called 'Underwater Breathing' and so on without any need whatsoever.

"Doesn't the wind god hate me?".

I may even be arrogant to think that the god of wind has feelings for me, a one-time elf, but my abilities are also weak, and I had to think so when I was born into a man.

And Phyllia was born.

Feelia is wholeheartedly receiving the love of the wind god, I found that out at first sight.

After a while, Phyllia's abilities were expressed. If you ask me, I say it's a dual-purpose possession of "Wind God" and "Transparent Heart".

- For the first time, I felt angry with the god of wind.

Why give Phyllia the 'wind god', also known as the incarnation of the wind god, not me who is dedicated to the inside as head?

Half-baked, I gave my life to ignore Phyllia to the people inside.

It is an obnoxious order, born of ugly jealousy and uneven self-love.

Phyllia's parents have begged me to figure it out, but I didn't overturn the order.

That day I stepped off the teachings of the wind god and wounded one girl indelibly.

"Dear Elft!? I'll treat you right away!

With a high voice with a good ear feel I regain consciousness.

Is that... the one called a running lantern? My abdomen has gin and fever and it hurts me.

Speaking of which, did you help the children according to the teachings of the wind gods?

Help whoever believes in wind gods, that's what wind gods teach.

It is far heavier than my life and so on, the code of absolute compliance. But I don't deserve to talk about it anymore.

When Phyllia and I exchanged a couple of words, a masked man attacked us.

That's when I ran into a miracle.

- Phyllia wrapped around the giant of the wind, whose appearance was the god of the wind itself without a clutter.

Windy silver hair is brilliant, and its beautiful appearance attracts everything you see.

The wind god lowered his heaven to the masked man.

Seeing the sight, I realized once again the weight of what I had done.

- Oh, God of the wind. What I did was seal you, that was the last thing you should do.

"Why... you won't stop!?

Phyllia, who has solved her abilities and has become the usual, is treating me.

But it's futile. This wound is definitely fatal, and I don't have the will to live anymore in the first place.

All I have is feelings of redemption for Phyllia and the wind gods.

I did something that would never be forgiven.

But in Fengshen religion, action just before death is important.

Having saved my child with my life, I will be summoned to the wind god if I remain like this.

... not tolerated. Even if God forgives me, I will not forgive me.

"Kid. Me and... fight. Kill each other."

Desperately handing the lamp of my disappearing life, I squeezed my voice out of my throat.

"You think we're killing each other?

I heard what Elft said. I think I misheard it for a moment, but that face tells me that my perception isn't wrong.

Kill each other...... why does that happen.

As far as I'm concerned, Elft's condition is not such a thing to say.

Phyllia naturally stops Elft standing up.

"Dear Elft!? I can't do that with your body. Besides, it is not against the teachings of Fengshen to set up a killing match from yourself..."

"That's why. I am proud to think of God of the wind more than anyone else. That's why... you can't just pass away to the wind gods."

I don't know where the power comes from, but Elft slowly approaches me step by step.

The bump and the blood that runs out can look like it's already over lethal, but Elft still doesn't stop.

"Kid...... No, did you say Yuri? Yuri, please. Take my offer..."

"Yeah, okay."

I don't have any other options than to take them from Hannah.

I have no idea what happened to Elft.

Besides, Elft behaved badly on Phyllia. I can never forgive you.

But still, I couldn't ignore Elft's request to stand alone with his will.

"Mr. Yuri!?

"It's a wish that put my life on the line. I can't stop it, and I'm not gonna stop it."

Plus, you're supposed to be scratching your belly. This impatient temper. My hair just turned upside down and I had cancer.

You can't miss an opportunity to work with someone like this.

I set my fist about ten meters away from Elft.

"Let's do it, Elft"

"Thank you, Yuri."

Elft took his place again.

Midgley, Modgley's death turns the relaxed air into something strained again once.

My fatigue isn't mild either, but Elft is dying. You can't lose.

"Phew."

Elft exhales gently, softening the land at my feet and coming to get my feet.

I jumped to the sky.

My ribs give me pain but ignore it. Not if you're in pain.

"Come on."

I walk in the air and approach Elft.

Some thunder magic falls from the sky, but jumps left and right to avoid it.

The thunder stops. Poking through the gap for a moment, it moves forward.

By the time he repeated it several times, Elft was already on the verge of the present.

"It's over."

"…… not yet."

As soon as I approached him, Elft changed his mind.

From the so-called magician's station, where you can't put any effort anywhere with a slightly forward leaning position, you put your right arm out towards me for a melee.

I have never seen it before, but it is very different inside.

Fighting with my fist is fun.

I shake my left arm instead of my right. with all the effort without a multiplier.

"Let's go, Olah!

……

Me and Elft's fists crossed - Elft blew up.

Butch the trees, Elft's body falls to the ground dozens of meters in flight.

Phyllia rushed over to Elft's and stopped by me a while later.

"He was dead."

"…… well."

I stare at Elft.

The moment my fists crossed, my ears were listening to Elft's last words.

"I asked for Phyllia."

I wonder what the hell those words mean.

Didn't Elft hate Phyllia?

In fact, when he came up to the house, Elphet looked like he even hated Phyllia.

It is hard to believe that I have switched my mind in this short time......

"What is it?"

"No..."

I approached Elft's wreckage.

The face was on top of the Buddha, but it also looked somewhere satisfying.

Well, whatever Elft's verbal intentions...

"Not until you tell me."

I'll protect Phyllia.

It doesn't matter if the other person is a sinner or not.

To do this, we have to be stronger.

I get stronger. More, stronger.

In Elft's wreckage. And more importantly, to myself, I swore so.