Master’s Smile

"It doesn't mean I did anything special, does it?

Chevalt answers Dolph, who only moves his eyes and asks what it means.

Go near him, break his knee, and gaze as closely as possible.

Even if you look into Dolph's eyes as he drizzles with sweat, he won't change his expression in any way.

"Heh, don't be ridiculous... If you hadn't done something crazy, I would have fallen..."

"Well, yeah"

Changing claims lightly, Chevalt.

Dolph wanted to yell at that, but his body couldn't even move Pickle.

Dolph knew about this symptom.

It is a symptom that he has fallen into several times since he started using the Hammer "Blast Hammer".

"Magic... in me, no...?

"Correct."

Schwart praises Dolph for his thoughts being centered by striking his beautiful hands together.

"Oh, such an idiot......! Sure, I used the 'Blast Hammer' but the magic is still...!

Yes, I used a very intense burst of magic consumption, but Dolph's magic power is so small that he would totally tease me with a single blow.

In the first place, you can't use a weapon like that in combat if you just use one blow to make it incapable of fighting.

Given that, it was Schwart who still caused this lack of magic.

"I used the Devil's Sword, just as you used the Devil's Hammer, the Blast Hammer."

Schwart sets his sword at present so that Dolph can easily be seen.

Again, when I see it, he really feels an instinctive fear.

The fears of inexperience dwell in the sword.

"Ooh. The boulder is the head of the Dwarf tribe. Just look and you'll see the horror of this demon sword"

"What the hell is that...?

"This is called the Devil's Sword 'Hasselblad'. Isn't that a nice name?

Chevalt showing off, but Dolph doesn't want to hear his name.

I want to know what kind of abilities you have and what you've done with that ability.

"You want to know. Well, it's already my win, and I'll teach you a meditation souvenir. Just the maid."

The place freezes.

"The ability of 'Hasselblad' is extremely simple. It just takes the magic away from the person you slaughtered. That's all."

"Huh......!?

Schwart telling him to be nothing, but Dolph blues his face feeling that horror.

For those who use magic, magic is just life itself.

It is always necessary when using magic or magic items, and the fact that it runs out means death.

Even though Dolph is a dwarf, the same is true because he uses the hammer.

So, even in the fight, he said he was fighting with a solid calculation of the amount of magic left over from himself...

Does Schwart's 'Hasselblad' take its vitality from the roots?

"This demon sword takes magic to match the slaughter it gives, while at the same time continuing to suck away magic as long as its wounds remain. So now I'm sucking the magic out of you one after another."

It was for that reason that no matter how hard Dolph tried to get up, he was completely powerless.

Hasselblad, a demonic sword that continues to take away magic as long as the wound remains, not only when it is slashed.

Precisely from those who deal with magic, it was a demonic sword that could be considered a natural enemy.

"You can no longer stand because all of a sudden you've been rapidly wiped out of your magic."

"... oh, I guess so"

If explained so far, Dolph can understand too.

He is also direct, but not stupid. It's not like Van Peel.

So I accepted that I would die here.

"Being hostile to your master and being willing to kill is not something you can forgive. You die here, do you have anything left to say?

"Right..."

Dolph turns his mind.

I didn't expect you to die so soon.

But on the battlefield, I didn't feel so bad if I was beaten to death by someone stronger than me.

"... Hopefully. Don't kill too many Dwarves but me."

"... I'm not an elf warrior so I can't be sure. But let's talk about it."

If you struck out the head of the Dwarf, you'd have to listen to even the members of the Outsider Adventurer Guild.

Dolph, who knows about it, nods that's enough.

"... Leaving it like this will kill you, but do you need to intervene?

"Oh, please.... try not to hurt me."

"I can't accept that."

Dolph laughs wondering if you'd agree to that.

But there was no fear.

So when I meditate my eyes and wait for Chevalt to wave his sword down......

"I wonder if you could give me a minute!!

That's what my voice sounded like.

Is it a Dwarf warrior admiring Dolph?

No, you're not. It was Roofigia, an elf warrior who recognized Schwart as a woman he didn't like.

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"I won't wait."

"Huh!? Duh, why!?

"You won't even be able to do this. I'll ask you back, why should I accept your request?

Neither does the voice of Roofigia's suppression reach Schwart at all.

I set up 'Hasselblad' and still try to swing it down to Dolph.

"... ok"

But now the master tells me to stop him once, and Chevalt lowers the 'Hasselblad' with great care.

A slave obeys his master's command faithfully.

Although I am a little uncomfortable with the fact that the Master has been crying out for a halt to Roofiggia's grim gaze.

"... how can you stop, Elf? No way, you're gonna tell me to be humiliated alive. Aren't you?

Dolph stares at Guillaume and Roofigia.

Now he is in a state of rapid deprivation of his magic and impatient physical movement, but depending on Luffigia's response, he had such strong eyesight that he was likely to kill with his eyes alone.

But taking it doesn't move any roofie gear.

Honestly, I'm not scared because I feel biscuit about my life being stared at by Chevalt for master-related matters.

"No, I'm not. You fought to protect the Dwarves, and if you were to die, what would you want?

"Oops. Plus, you lose to a guy stronger than me and you die. As a Dwarf warrior, there's no more."

"Right. But what if this fight was set up by someone...?

"... what?

Dolph opens his eyes.

Apparently, they'll have ears to listen to.

Roofigia smiled nicely and welcomed it.