No Fatigue: 24-jikan Tatakaeru Otoko no Tenseitan

It has been about two months since I spoke about Wang Du.

I was making a suggestion to my father, Alfred, that he should take over the job.

- I think you should have two magical names, too.

"Yo," I said to my dad, "Do it," he hung up and told me what the spear mold was.

"Like Mother Julia, you can raise your maximum MP. I can just put one up before bed every day, but if I do it for a year, it goes up 365. I think the sooner you do it, the better."

Incidentally, Marquekt's year is also 365 days.

"Yeah, I've heard before that it's important to get two magical names... what exactly do you want me to do?

I'm somewhat known as a commander and spear man, but I'm not a wizard.

Well, since you're a half-elf, magic is beside a human wizard, and if you care, you can use magic. "

I don't brace my father's mould at all as I speak.

There are traces of training there that would have been repeated with tens of millions.

"I want my father to do what I thought was original magic."

I'm not as used to it as my father, and I almost forget the procedure when I'm talking.

My father blames it hard, pays my spear, quickly flips his own spear and slaps my shin with a stone bump.

"Ouch!"

In this way, whenever I'm out of shape, my father puts in the "blame" fastest.

If it doesn't hurt, I don't remember, but it seems to be the teaching of my father's school.

"Ed's original magic......?

That sounds dangerous again. "

My father says, looking at me with a shin in my arms.

"I want you to see this before I explain that magic."

That said, it was Gazein's dagger I took out.

Say a scattered demon dagger, the outside is covered with misrills.

Mithril is said to have the only magical flowing properties in metal materials.

So,

π (Aqua), Flame, Spread - Ice Pack

I draw magic letters at the tip of my dagger and activate the original magic.

It creates a mysterious object called Gunnar Soft Ice, and I cool it with my father's blame shin.

My father looked at me like that with a frightened face.

"... I don't know where to stick it from. First of all, did you write the letters at the tip of your sword?

Doesn't it matter now that you did a slight three-letter activation, or that you're using the magic of hard to add or subtract ice generation, or that you produced soft ice that you might not be able to afford instead of just ice?

"Yeah. In short, a Mithrill weapon can draw magic letters with a blade tip or a tip.

Dad's spear was also made of Mithril, wasn't it?

Exactly. I didn't use it to train with me, but the spears I usually use were made of Mithril.

"Oh. It looks like it's ancient, so it's made of misrills to the pattern.

I was wondering what would use an expensive misrill up to the pattern, but Ed's description now iced out years of questions. In short, you were built to be a magically activated medium like a wand. "

"Probably. Therefore, I think there will be more variations in tactics in the way that magic characters are drawn at the tip of the toe while fighting"

"I see... you mean you can use magic even if your hands are blocked with spears?

But what kind of magic should I use? I can't use fire magic, can I?

"Yeah. I want my dad to use the magic that creates ice and frost."

"Ice and frost... as I said earlier, I'm not fit for [fire magic], am I?

When using magic to produce ice in this world, it generally takes a method of producing water with π (aqua), and then using pigeons (flames) and pigeons (spreads) to take heat from that water.

As such, Zubari's [ice magic] does not exist in this world, so this kind of roundabout is necessary.

But there are other ways to produce ice than this.

The first thing I came up with was a method of stopping the molecular vibration of water with the magic of the [mindfulness magic] series.

However, although this method can be done, MP consumption has been found to be too intense to withstand practicality. Specifically, after consuming Julia's "Firestorm" -like MP, she was finally able to freeze π (Aqua) a single shot of water.

The next way I came up with it was to [wind magic] the water produced in π (aqua) and do an image of "taking away heat with the wind". "Taking away heat with the wind" took its inspiration from vaporized heat when sweat dried up, but creating ice with vaporized heat alone is still not fuel efficient.

For this reason, we contemplated the configuration of a technique such that by relying on the "image" of the heat contained in the water flowing into the wind and disappearing, we would obtain the result of cooling the water.

Just as the "darkness" of [Dark Magic] is not without light, but "something" with a proper reality, so too are the fires, water and winds brought about by the Spirit, which are similar to and non-existent from natural phenomena in previous life. So as long as the "image" is solid, it is also possible to facilitate this kind of accommodation.

I explained to my father that...

In the meantime, my father and I are going to sit on the bench for a break. I'm not tired but my throat dries because I scratch sweat. I poured it into a glass from the water sauce that Steph put me on the table by the bench, and I drank it out in one breath.

"So I think it would be a good idea for Dad to combine [water magic] with [wind magic] to produce ice and frost.

- Look. "

That said, I draw π (aqua) and λ (wind) into the universe and use magic.

On my palm, a mass of ice appeared about five centimeters in diameter. The bulk of the water produced by π (aqua) has evaporated and the callus has become considerably less because of the image of vaporized heat. Again, compared to [fire magic], it is only difficult to use as an attack, but depending on how it is used, this magic becomes.

Because of this, I put the ice I produced into the cup my father was holding.

"There's more..."

I take the orange that was placed on the table and now I just cool it with λ (wind).

When I hit the corner of my desk with the frozen orange that I could do that, I heard a noise of goth.

"I don't do it here, but I can also sprinkle water with π (aqua) and freeze it with λ (wind).

You trap that, you spear a slipped opponent... or something?

"... that sounds interesting"

"Others, it would have been relatively easy to create water in the form of fog with π (aqua), if only imagined. This may be powerful when taught to knights and used in groups.

Then, if you cool this fog with λ (wind), you won't be able to ice your opponent... but I think you can sharpen your fighting power by taking away your body temperature.

I think it fits with my father's style of combat, which gradually shreds his power away from his opponent. "

"Maybe you're right.

But even if it's okay to learn the magic of cooling, that wouldn't give you two names, would it?

"There, look, you said you'd have a match next time."

"Yeah. As a revelation of the new Royal Knights (Royal Guard) captain, I'm going to play a game with His Royal Highness Ilfreed, the leader of the Kingsguard Dragon Knights..."

"If you perform a magic you've never even seen there, don't you think it's going to have two names? Right now, I think my dad's the focus."

His father, who raised his medal and became Marquis at once from the Viscount, is the subject of Wangdu's social community.

In particular, there is a widespread story of the Duke saying "please spare me with the Count" and saying no to what he was about to be described as, and in the shadows, he is also called the "Spare Me Marquis" and so on.

"I don't want to do any more conspicuous imitations... but I do want to increase the MP max... hmmm"

Without drawing any conclusions, resume the spear-type audition.

My father waves his spear accurately, even though he is troubled, and blames me as fast as he can when I'm out of shape.

"Speaking of which, the opponent, His Royal Highness Ilfreed, belongs to the First Prince?

"That's right. His Royal Highness is also famous for his spears. Contrary to me, he is the spear user of Gang. Everything seems to have the skills to strengthen your muscles"

"Strengthen your muscles with skills!?... Aww"

My father blamed me for being upset and out of shape.

"But when they become princes, is it a entertainment match?

"Ed, that's not what kids think. His Royal Highness Ilfreed is a straight man of temper, and His Majesty tells me to do everything in my power."

"Heh... do you have a winning eye?

"Um, if I could bring it into a long fight, my sticky wins, and if they bring it into a short showdown, they'd push it off."

"If they're strengthening themselves with their skills, they can use magic, right?

"Right. Nevertheless, I could not use magic while overtaking His Highness's onslaught."

"Then let's do it again."

"... it's a boat that's been boarded, why don't we just do it?"

That's why Father Alfred decided to explore new tactics involving ice and frost in [Xu Ji].

◇

And the day of your game came.

Me, Julia's mother and Jeremiah were allowed to watch the game in the privileged seat on the king's side because of their father's body.

Prince Ilfreed of "Gang" and Ser Alfred Culver of "Soft" Patriot.

If you're a spear user, you've earned a reputation for a must-see card, and there were a lot of spectators in your game.

Of course, many noblemen seem to want to be approached not only by spears, but also by a glimpse of Lord Patriot, who has just raised a great battle effort to continue.

Prince Ilfreed is also a grand and sturdy reminder of a lion, and Father Alfred is a refreshingly handsome man with a youthful appearance, albeit married. There was no way the aristocratic ladies could have missed such an opportunity.

"So, which one do you think will win?

It is His Majesty King Vistogard I who has so casually asked.

"Of course, Al... excuse me, my husband has decided to win!

Mother Julia assured me without hesitation.

The king smiled bitterly,

"... you didn't even have to ask. Well, let's just say I support my son."

Prince Ilfreed, needless to say, is the son who divided the king's blood.

The king has two sons and one daughter, and His Highness Ilfreed shall be his oldest.

Prince Ilfrid is, according to the story, 21 years old. The depths of disappointed stature and man-smelling carved faces closely resemble those of the current king, His Majesty. The tall would be about half a head taller than His Majesty the current King, and more than 190 centimeters when it comes to units of previous life. Hair is red as it burns.

Although he uses the same spear as his father, his father uses short spears (spears), whereas the prince uses assault spears (lances) for cavalry.

Father and Prince are already standing opposite each other at the soldier yard that will be the venue.

Compared to the prince, his father looks thin and luxurious. Of course, my father is also in the avant-garde position, so if you look closely, you can see that he is trained accordingly.

"In fact, looking at your physique, you're two contrasting people"

The king answers my words.

"Indeed. Not only is he in good physical shape, but he also fights well. That's why it's a lot to learn from each other, and even if you're watching it, it's something you want to see."

Turning a blind eye to the venue, the Dragon Knights face on His Highness's side, while the Royal Knights (Royal Guards) face on his father's side, along with his representative athlete, His Highness and his father, seems to be supporting him.

Regardless of His Royal Highness Ilfreed, his father seems to have a certain nervousness between the facades of the regiment, sometimes not long after he became captain of the regiment. Even so, it doesn't feel like he still hates me, he's just not familiar with it yet, he's hesitant about whether it's okay to make a mess of the game.

"... hey, is that your game for that?"

The king will pick up my twinkle and say it.

"That's the thing. The superior has suddenly changed. No matter how many royal knights pledge allegiance to the King's family, it doesn't immediately tame them.

As Bowya discerned, it is also a celebration for that. "

"But there is, does that mean there's another intention?

"That's... that depends on Alfred or something.

- Well, it's time to get started. "

Then the king takes his seat, and calls out to the venue with his torso voice.

"That'll be enough! Both names in position!

Oh, my God, they're going to divide the game from the audience.

"Both names, fighting to the best of their ability.

We are enemies on this occasion, but each of you is one of the wings of the country!

The battle shall be limited to this occasion and there shall be no remorse left!

Of course, the Dragon Knights and the Royal Knights (Royal Guards), led by both names, can't boast or resent winning or losing this match!

All right, both names in position!

In the king's words, father and Prince Ilfreed take their place.

Due to the fact that both sides get spears, the distance is long and opens for about seven meters to confront each other.

"- Begin!"

With the king's signal, Prince Ilfreed popped up.

"- Shh!"

With a sharp exhalation, his father unleashes a counter thrust aimed at Prince Ilfreed's hand.

When Prince Ilfreed uses his armor to distract his tip, he leaves the spear still entangled to his side.

If you are a simultaneous spear, your father will pass on a powerful spear that is likely to be taken as it is, by spearing it in the same direction.

Prince Ilfreed's posture collapsed for a while, but his father dared not poke at the gap, causing him to slightly brace his tips as he took his distance.

- I guess I'm the only one on this occasion who has figured out what that action means.

"You're going to cut it!

Prince Ilfreed can yell dissatisfied.

Dad doesn't answer that and makes the tip of the ear brace again.

Having taken the motion as a provocation, Prince Ilfreed dyes his face red and penetrates his father in unimpeded fashion.

Again, my father's hand braces.

If you observe closely, you will also see that your father's mouth is moving slightly.

- Around here, finally, there was a visible change.

"... fog, huh?

The king crushes watching the game at the front glance looking excited.

Yes. The venue was pale and foggy.

That too, only on the side of Prince Ilfreed.

"... Al, are you using magic?

Exactly. Will Mother Julia notice?

Dad draws π (Aqua) on the tip of a spear, creating fog.

Magic letters emit light when you draw them without being aware of anything, but they do not glow if you are aware not to glow.

Of course, if you had the skills of a [magic sensing] system, you would realize that your father uses magic, but I guess Prince Ilfreed doesn't have the skills of that hand. Exactly. I refrained from [appraising] the royal opponent because if he used [appraisal] to see through to a court magician or something, it was going to be a big deal.

- No, are you okay now?

Try to be confused by your father's magic and use [Appraisal].

Ilfrid Kuzenos Santamana (First Prince of the Kingdom of Santamana, Head of the Dragon Knights of the Kingsguard of the Kingdom of Santamana and Prince of the Dragon of War)

21 years old.

Level 35

HP 99/99

MP41/41

Skills

- Masterclass

[Dragon Riding] 4

[Tsukiji] 3

[Strong] 3 (Strengthens the skills user's muscle strength for a certain amount of time. Enhancement time, enhancement amount increases according to skill level.

[Spear throwing] 2

- Generic

[Dragon Riding] 9 (MAX)

[Spear technique] 9 (MAX)

[Spear] 9 (MAX)

[Firemagic] Five.

[Farsighted] 5

[Horseback riding] 4

[Grand Sword Technique] 4

[Water Magic] 2

[Tsukiji] is 3 and has 2 lower skill levels compared to his father, but it feels like [mighty] skill makes up for that.

I thought it was a brain muscle, and subtly has magic skills too, because spears are the only means of attacking from above a dragon.

While I was checking Prince Irfrid's status, the mist in the venue grew thicker.

Blinking spreads among spectators as well.

"Lord Protector... what the hell is this imitation! Are you blind!? What a heartbeat to get a sacred match in front of you!

Prince Ilfreed stops the attacker and accuses his father.

"You'll see soon enough, Prince."

Now my father turned to the attacker.

Prince Ilfreed, plunged into the void, is pushed into the fog, but his father stays on the spot without going deep. On the spot - outside the fog.

"I don't know what that means!

Prince Ilfreed sticks up to his father as he exasperates him, but each time his father does not attack and sometimes releases a counter to embellish Prince Ilfreed.

In the meantime...

"Damn... what? Cold......?

Prince Ilfreed finally noticed something strange.

Dad had switched π (aqua) to λ (wind) from the middle and cooled the fog slightly. Only when the fog is freezing down the temperature and Prince Ilfreed's armor is starting to frost.

"Ko, is this what you're after...!

Prince Yilfried groans, but the fog has already turned into a sparkling diamond dust. The air in the practice field was so cool that the sweat-damp prince's hair froze white.

Prince Ilfreed has also repeatedly switched spear handles since just now.

The metal spear cools in the fog and I guess it's hard to just have it.

The fog turned into diamond dust, which also opened the viewers' horizons.

When I thought my vision was closed by the fog, the fog turned into an unknown phenomenon that glowed. What further emerged from it was the unusual appearance of the prince, who covered his entire body with frost and rattled the roots of his teeth with freezing.

A twist spreads among the viewers.

"Damn! You little brat!

Prince Ilfreed rages and storms his father.

The move is clearly losing momentum compared to the first days.

The spear arm alone won't shake my father's win anymore - but it was still my father's way to make sure it was all right.

Prince Ilfrid, meaty to his father, suddenly fell ill.

Prince Ilfreed must have had no idea what had happened.

But what happened was obvious from the viewership.

At the point where Prince Ilfreed stepped in, there was a frozen puddle.

I bet Prince Ilfreed with blood on his head didn't see that.

No, I wonder how long Prince Ilfreed, who was in the fog, had become accustomed to poor vision, thus failing to pay attention to his feet.

Either way, Prince Ilfreed slipped in front of his father and fell significantly out of shape.

I didn't expose myself to anything like falling just like that, but the gap was too big.

Father didn't panic and didn't make a scene, poking a spear at Prince Ilfreed's neck.

"- Until then! Winner, Ser Alfred Culver Patriot!

With the King's declaration, your match is over.

A loud cheer boiled down from the audience.

Prince Ilfreed was disappointed and nodded, but eventually regained his mind and stood up, shaking hands with his father.

Then the two came to a special seat when they lowered their heads in alignment with the audience.

"Thank you, both of you"

To the king who says so,

"Shit... it was on Sir Patriot's palm from start to finish."

Prince Ilfreed says in remorse.

"Ha-ha-ha! Some opponents just can't win by playing pigs. Would have been a good lesson, Ilfreed?

To the king's words, Prince Ilfreed nods.

... Has the King organized this game because he wanted to teach the prince about it?

Father Alfred, a friend of mine from the cadet school days, should know his strength well, too.

When he thought so and looked at the king, the king turned his face only half this way and let him grin niggly and thick.

"No, there were a lot of terrible occasions."

And, Alfred, father follows the prince.

Prince Ilfreed smiled bitterly at his father's words,

"Well said. It was a brilliant spear judgment. That reminds me that my father only needs to put his faith away.

Nevertheless, the Lord of the Patriots is used in a monstrous manner, isn't he?

"This is the magic that will be shown for the first time. That frost doesn't attack itself..."

"Oh, if they take away your temperature, you'll slow down your movements, and most importantly, you'll be in a hurry. Looks like he got stuck in surgery."

"Nevertheless, the second time will pass"

"That's right."

Hmm, and laughed, Prince Ilfreed stretched his chest.

This guy... that's it, you're the same type of race as Miguel.

I can also snort that he leads the Dragon Knights with a luxurious slate.

Then, when you line up like this, you look a lot like His Majesty the King. You look and you have temper. Only the back length is about half the size of Prince Ilfreed's head and wide shoulders.

A king, grinning bitterly at his son's condition, speaks to father Alfred.

"That was a magical use I've never seen, Alfred.

Did I just say chirp, ice frost magic?

... Somehow I know who the originator is. "

So the king turns his gaze to me.

Yeah, right.

"If your wife is the Witch of Fire Hell, her husband, Lord Protector, just said," Alfred the Ice Frost. "

Prince Ilfreed says that and laughs niggardly just because he said something good.

Damn, he's a prince who really doesn't feel hateful.

And I appreciated the word now.

"Alfred the Ice Frost, Dad."

"Hey, that's kind of embarrassing"

My father looks disgusted at me trying to give him two names.

"Ha-ha-ha, isn't that funny? You're Alfred the Ice Frost from today. If it looks like this, it's going to settle down without me ordering it."

"It seems like this guy can't help but have fun giving people two names since he became king.

But, okay, Alfred the Ice Frost... pup, I think it's cool. "

And even the queen rode.

No, you were a king, queen, father and father's ex-wife and a foursome.

- "Alfred the Ice Frost".

Thus, Alfred's father also succeeded in winning two names in the magic system.