Nankoufuraku no Maoujou e Youkoso

"Marc."

"Ah."

The two of them run out.

It's not a sidewalk, it's the shape of Mr. Marc following behind Mr. Phillip.

From the movements of magic, white magic is hung only by Mr. Philip.

It seems to be increasing its effectiveness by reducing the number of people targeted and narrowing down the reinforcements.

Perhaps, aggression.

Not only did running on it perfectly avoid a split, but it also ensured the defense to break through Berito's interception?

He is [the brave man of the Vajra]. He is a good swordsman in defense.

I also know my sister's magic. You think it's breakable?

"Berito"

"Yeah."

We move too.

Divided into two hands, approaching Mr. Marc as I arc.

In the procedure of building walls, several cones stick obliquely out of the ground.

Mr. Phillip doesn't stop.

Fly over with the sword flanked and the cone in two.

Mr. Marc changes direction at a critical time when I enter the blind spot. [The White Knight] rushed out toward us.

Mr. Philip went on to Berito without hesitation.

"If the combination is excellent, you just have to let it work together"

That's right.

It's a simple answer. It's just not easy.

If collaboration is troublesome, just get in the way.

Our collaboration has a hole or a condition.

If I fight, my magical thinking will be cut. [M]

If Berito supports me, the durability of the wall and fist attack that activates at the same time will decrease and it will take longer to activate.

Helping each other means using some of your abilities for others.

In the meantime, I'm more neglected about myself than I was before.

Not good or bad, just facts.

If there are those who win by helping each other, interfering with it is an effective hand.

Especially since I'm [Black Demon Mentor]. Neither is that the magic I have shown you so far the only way out. Even the combat abilities you've shown so far, combined with magic, are no match for a combat position.

Break the link between Berito and me, defeat me, defeat Berito who lost his support.

It can be described as an ideal and realistic operation.

So we decided.

For a moment I could see they were upset.

Marc told me, Philip approached Berito, each of us, because we don't care about each other at all.

"... are you insane?

Mr. Marc groans in a voice that seeps through his anger.

Naturally. Though there is aptitude for white magic, overall it is said to be a degraded version of [the Holy Knight] [the White Knight].

But it's never weak. The wizard is not the enemy with the sword.

But I am now pulling out my planting cane and confronting him.

No support for Berito.

In other words, it is tantamount to a declaration to ignore the disadvantages of [Position (Job)] and beat you.

The more serious you are, the more angry you must be.

You think you can win, I thought.

I wonder if I look to that extent.

I also know he gets angry. Or what I know and do.

"Is this a battle for sanity?

Dare I say it in a way that incites.

I know I can't win with sword moves.

The Talent Wall on Combat is thick and the result of the effort is won by the opponent.

Still, there are occasions when we have to win.

In that case, indomitable alone can't help it.

So use anything you can.

Even if that's the word, and it's a step forward that's not even half enough.

To get closer to victory.

"... fine. If you will, you will slay the whole spirit."

Mr. Marc, probably noticed and rode.

After taking all my measures, I'm going to win.

The battle begins.

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"I guess Lord Berito or something. Once upon a time, I saw a [brave man] fight very similar to you."

……

I had a giant fist - my brother's fist was imminent.

- Fast!

Expand only the amount that wraps around the stags into your arms, protecting the abdomen that your fists were after.

Impact.

Silver wrapped around my arm cracked, shattered and scattered, and my body floated backwards, retreating greatly.

"The [brave] aspired to be an adventurer just affirmed by his brother his childhood dreams, choosing a style that did not suit his time and his day, but was therefore driven to frustration"

Shield off the ground -... ugh!

Bouncing backwards in aggressiveness.

A moment later, the wall in the middle of growing was torn apart, and his brother came from beyond.

- "I want to be a brave man. No matter what big, scary, many, strong, worn out they are, you win at the end of the day. It's cool. '

- "Oh, you can be."

A moment of resurrection is the memory of my childhood.

"My stupid brother didn't know the reality. Even after I failed, I wouldn't have interfered if I were my sister. It was at a stage when her failure was revealed that she was finally reunited. The foolish brother tried to encourage him even though he was really very foolish and there was nothing he could do"

He keeps talking in a small, windy voice so that he can only hear me.

"[The brave] being dumped by his people is tragic. Because I can't throw a party without [the brave]. Being mandatory but not necessary means being judged unnecessary to the party, which is nothing more than a denial of the value of existence."

'It's not fashionable, I don't know why' 'We're always worn out because we fight to suit you. Even though the cost of repairing the magic body (avatar) is not foolish. Even then, the number of plays won't grow. "" You should win at the end, so if you're a brave man, be a golden warrior. "

There's no mistake in what my old buddies used to say.

So I didn't pull it off, and I was full of sorry.

At first, everyone agreed with me the way I did. Fine, he said to make it a great party.

But it takes a lot of things to live in reality.

When you know they won't be met or gained in your own way, it's still something to be dissatisfied with.

I have no choice.

No one was interested in the brave man I wanted to be.

Some of the kids left me. It's Leila from [Bandit]. Only she stayed with me long before and after changing the way I did.

He seems to like "Prince Silver," though he only has a slight disagreement there.

"The man made up his mind in front of his sister, who looked at her brother in disgust and tried to smile. Words that will never help shit again, just be nice enough to throw up. And I'm sure I'll let the world know she exists. Because unlike my stupid brother, my sister was equipped with beauty, talent, and an indomitable spirit. Make this something no one can ignore. That's what men are for."

His swing chooses the ground and the surrounding ground winds up.

That makes him look disfigured, and I punch him in the back.

The moment he captures it with his eyes and reacts, he jumps up his legs.

It wasn't a fist, it was meant to be a spinning kick from the start.

――

He had slightly widened his eyes, but immediately prevented a kick aimed at the side head with his arms.

His body flowed and the distance slightly opened.

"I don't know. If I were that kid, having your brother say 'I can be' would be a good memory for the rest of my life, no matter what happens after that. Even if you ever regret what you did, you can't resent being pushed on the back."

"I hate that (,,,,,,)"

My brother said, it looks really painful. Soon the look will disappear.

"I shouldn't have dreamed."

Respect is disappearing. The words addressed to Berito are addressed to my sister now.

"Dreams are something that you see on your own. No one can and should do it."

While working out the magic for the giant's fist, form a separate silver arm, causing him to attack.

"No, you should. If it's all your own fault, what's your responsibility for supporting it? Be nice, come on, let me try, and pretend I don't know if I fail? I can't, never."

"That kid made up his mind, didn't he? All of it, the kid."

"Oh, and I'll do what I decide for myself"

Slash and tear all of that, and he comes close again.

"I didn't succeed, it was."

"No, my sister... she's still dreaming."

I am distanced from my heart again.

"Well, what can't you do?"

Destroyed silver liquefies and gathers like slime.

"One day I thought I'd find a compromise between dreams and reality, but it wasn't. Now that I've built the corner, I'm going to pretend to be instigated by the man I happen to meet."

- Ah.

Right. Is that what happened? That's when I realized.

For your brother, Lemé was himself in the past.

Do not deny your sister's reckless dreams and affirm them irresponsibly.

Do that, and only my sister looks at me in pain.

So even though Mira was there, I did what I said and did. I was so angry that I forgot to wear my mask when I usually dealt with the general public.

"Phew."

"... Did I say something, something funny?

"I think your sister is grateful to you. There's just something I can't give up, 'cause I guess I just wanted you to know."

Really, at first, we were just gonna talk.

My brother once told me to throw a party with him, and I was the one on board.

I also played "Prince Silver". Nothing, I don't hate it.

I just feel a divergence from my ideal self. Every time I keep going, I get more breathless.

I was once persuaded that I needed to be popular first so that I could be the person I wanted to be one day.

They've grown in popularity, and I thought I could go for who I wanted again.

That's what ended up happening.

"I know, but I'm not going to admit it. From a crappy dream, it's time for you to wake up."

"I'm sure you won't wake up. I want to make it happen."

Destroyed silver gathers and becomes a giant arm.

My arm is swinging down from his front.