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

Bonchukka, coming from the back room, had a deep, sinking atmosphere that she didn't think she'd been licking her shoes until earlier.

"Dear Bonchukka, well done, you're safe!

Did you also forget that the soldiers of the National Army are confronting us, breaking our faces for a moment?

However, he soon returned to a state of war.

"Why don't you stop skipping the pressure on them? They saved this country."

When I was uncomfortable with the words, I asked Bonchukka.

"You, you have a memory?

"Um, I don't know. The woman named Rosetta has rotten sexual roots inside. Only I, the trader, was allowed to follow without being brainwashed. 'Isn't that funnier? He said,' but I have no idea what's fun."

"Wow..."

I agree perfectly with Phyllia on this.

That woman, you have too many bad tastes.

...... does that mean I was conscious even when I was licking Rosetta's shoes? Somehow, you're really sad...

"There's no way you're going to turn a blind eye to the lives of the people. I was following his orders solemnly. That's why I had to make sure you two and that sinner were fighting each other. With clear ears and stiff eyes."

Saying so, Bonchukka lowers her head to us.

Besides, the National Army shrugs for a moment, but Bonchukka keeps her head down, resting perfectly still.

"Thank you for saving my country."

After a long thank you, Bonchukka raised her head and said so.

"No, I just kept my promise."

Nothing. I didn't fight Rosetta trying to save the country.

At first it was simply because I wanted to fight the strong one, and eventually I promised Elek.

"Promise?"

"Oh, I don't know………………."

It's hard to try to put it into words again.

What a way to describe Elek's relationship with me.

"…… disciples. Right, I made a promise to my apprentice."

"Elek, they're letting you apprentice on your own before you know it..."

"You're like a disciple. Actually, I worked out."

"I don't know...... well, that's the thing. I have no intention of harming this country to them. Put your arms down."

Bonchukka gives his life to the National Army again.

Then the soldiers lowered the arms they had each raised and the weapons they had.

"Also, my apologies! What a disrespectful behavior towards those who saved the country......!

"No, you guys were just trying to do your job. I'm not going to blame you for anything. Hey Phyllia?"

"Well, I don't know if restraint is a priority even though you're so seriously injured......"

Feelia nodded reluctantly with a disgruntled face.

"No, if I were a bad guy, I'd flip the anti-flag as soon as I got my recovery magic done, wouldn't I? It would be dangerous if it did, so it's not strange to deal with it like that. At that point, Bonchukka was in an unconfirmed state."

Danger. Danger. I was about to call it off.

I'm not sure about his detailed status or anything, but I'm pretty sure he's a great one. If I call it off, they're going to get mad at me.

This is where Phyllia showed her respect.

Phyllia slaps her hand pounding when she hears me say it.

"Oh well. From the perspective of the National Army, Mr. Yuri is not his partner, he's full of mysterious muscles. I see...... or scratches! Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, I ask Yuri for restorative magic!

"Yes, I forgot it because it's so normal, but it's not a great scratch! Everyone, heal the magic immediately!

Soldiers who de-alerted approached me on Phyllia's signal and began to perform restorative magic.

I feel kind of strange surrounded by white light all over my body.

"If you can't use healing magic, give me magic."

Phyllia tells that to the soldiers who are standing around looking like they have nothing to do.

"The transfer of magic power should be ultra-high difficulty technology...... It's no big deal to match magic marks. Well, we and you meet today for the first time. I don't think it will succeed..."

"It's okay, because I'm confident when it comes to handling magic"

With that said, Phyllia closes her eyelids with long lashes.

Then I could see that each soldier's entwined mind poured from the soldier's body into the filia.

One of the soldiers who sees it speaks out in surprise.

"Synchronize magic prints with multiple people at the same time!? Oh, is the elf so amazing..."

"Not because it's an elf, but because it's a filia"

I have no idea what's great about the Gatekeeper, but I have to tell you this.

"What's wrong? Suddenly. Is that Tundele?

"I just thought the effort should be justified."

Or what is a tundelle?

"Right, I'm sorry. I made a slight statement about it, even if it would have stopped by your workout."

"No, because it is true that the elves are good at handling magic...... thank you very much. Magic, here you are."

With that said, Phyllia approaches me and works her healing magic with a light touch.

A dazzling white light wrapped my body around it.

The belly hole is blocked at a speed close to double the speed until just now. To the sight, the soldiers raised their voices of surprise.

"Wow...... I've never seen such highly sophisticated recovery magic."

"If I told you that, I'd never even seen a human alive with a wound like that. It is so seriously damaged that it is strange to remain conscious. If it's a wound on a cow, it's usually instant death. I've heard that demons can live for a while even if they're decapitated, but they have comparable vitality."

"Don't compliment me, I can light you up."

"Why do you have so many holes in your belly to spare..."

Whatever you say, I can afford anything I can afford.

Plus, the hole is getting blocked now.

"It's getting a lot easier with you."

"Thank you, gentlemen. And then I'll be fine by myself."

With Phyllia's voice, the soldiers walk away from me.

You took the opportunity to find out that I was safe, or Bonchukka coughed one up with "Gohon".

Deep sounding it naturally gathers the human gaze in the room.

"By the way, I need to talk to everyone here. This Marietta country has maintained its wind discipline by tightly controlling the entry and exit of people and things. Therefore, whoever intrudes cannot be forgiven."

Phyllia's shoulders jumped bickering at the unexpected content of what was told from her mouth.