Overlimit Skill Holder

Anastasia

Anastasia's eyes staring at her sleeping face had a fever, but with a calm smile.

(But... I can't reveal my thoughts to you)

What happens if I surrender myself to unsolicited thoughts —— Anastasia now in this ref demon-led empire, as a royal family of high elves, as a "gift".

I know where I stand.

Whether you say now "I want to be an adventurer and follow Mr. Reggie" or something like that, it's not even supposed to be forgiven.

This thought must be hidden.

Even so, the body was surrounded by a sense of well-being.

(Because I thought it was my destiny to die secretly after hundreds of years without ever tasting it... I am very, very happy)

Anastasia turned her face to the sky.

The snake ginchuck was no longer bleeding, and it was much moist, but the sky was still stained with blood like red.

And then something like dust falls —— no, it's a creature. The monster falls. That number is not tens or hundreds, thousands, or more than 10,000.

Monsters with wings, animal-type monsters, mucus-shaped monsters...... varied but coming down from the sky more and more.

Anastasia doesn't know what that red sky is. She doesn't even have a clue.

It's just that those are enemies who do harm to this world, and I know that if you leave them alone, you can come this far —— and hurt your beloved.

(Mr. Reggie, please rest a little)

As Anastasia sees it, Reggie, who used all that magic, can't move for a while because of his magic exhaustion. If so, it would be best to have him asleep. If you get any magic back, you should wake up.

Sleeping Reggie's head on the ground again, he hears a small, groaning voice, "Mmm..." Anastasia leaks a grin unexpectedly.

Sleeping faces, voices, they make me wonder how cute they are. The body, the mind, the tricks, everything is loving-- I found out that's "love". Anastasia felt that knowing with knowledge was very different from experiencing it.

(Now I feel like I can do anything)

Anastasia, standing to protect Reggie, sees the big red hole in the sky.

Removing the slightly disturbing bandage, the bandage flashed in the wind.

A monster illuminated by the red of the sky notices a giant airship. With their eyes glistened, they saw Anastasia and Reggie standing ahead of them as they plummeted, and their prey wandering foolishly —— no wonder that's what they thought.

"I won't let this person touch a finger."

Hand wrapped anastasia.

From there, it was the running of flames.

A bird-shaped monster, much like a raptor, but with a snake tail growing and a body length of three meters, instantly carburized and fell the flame from the front.

In this sudden event, the monsters spread their wings and slowed down in sudden braking, but when the second, third, and fourth shots and flames are fired out, they strike directly and burn.

"Hey, what is that...!? Is that Anastasia?!?"

It was many cabinets and the Emperor protected by airship soldiers who came out on the deck of the spacious "Toyono Sky" to see what was going on, with their lives saved from time to time.

No one knew that she could use magic or that it was [fire magic].

That's when they didn't deserve this miserable sprawling neighborhood —— they heard the singing.

—— As the oil that floats in the old woods burns life

God descends and dwells in the woods, giving to the leaves of eight colors.

—— First the tree god, then the grass god, and finally the flower god.

Celebrate the woods, rest the wind, let the rain drip, invite the yang.

This tale, told in ancient elf, is a magical chant (chant) that is magical in itself. It is managed by the High Elf royalty and sung in the right place, at the right time, for the right purpose. Rather, it is a secret that no one else is allowed to sing.

Originally through this song, it brings grace to the forest and erases impurities. The royals of the high elves were highly suited to the magic of growing forests such as [flower magic], [wind magic] and [water magic] by birth.

Fluorescent light-like flames that appear around Potsu, Potsu, and Anastasia quickly grow and become countless lights to wrap up Anastasia.

Even her clothes burn, and some of her upside down hair burns, but the magic currents quench the fire, leaving only burning marks.

I wanted to sing this song.

As the royal family of high elves —— as one of the families.

But Anastasia wouldn't let that happen. Because if she sang, it was bright and white that the loathsome fire in the woods would be rough.

(But I can sing now. You can sing. I'm not even afraid of burns. I don't care if you hurt your hair, face, or body. So if you can protect your loved ones)

Look up at the sky.

Already the moon is inclined, bloody red, and a creepy sky with just a glimpse of the stars.

She barks when Anastasia herself is engulfed in a giant flame.

"Disappear!! All evil creatures who do him no harm!!"

It boasted a tremendous amount of magic and was also the moment when the girl, born into the royal family of high elves and loathed by the "flames", finally faced her own power and was able to use it correctly.

A "Magic Guide" was born here to manipulate magic, build magic, and walk the magic.

The flames emitted split into several muscles and fly in like dragons.

I'm lucky to hit the monster. I burn it up and fly to the sky.

He also sprays fire into the snake-gingen chuck's damp body.

The flame spreads so that ripples spread from that part of the sky as it enters "red".

"Oh, is that... Anastasia, High Elf Royal Blood...!?"

For the first time, the Emperor heard her voice during a roar caused by a blowing sound.

It was a sharp voice wearing the great enemies of this empire.

"Isn't that the Great Magic Master (Warlock) who stands at the top of the magic..."

The refs can't use talent pearls. Sometimes there was no cheap way to "use magic with genius", and technological innovation through magic was made the country.

That's why they don't know.

Magical power.

The real possibility that people have.

The next thing the emperors saw on the deck of the "Toyono Sky" was the fantastic sight of cracks entering the red sky so that the glass would break and scatter.

"... ugh"

And that's exactly when the boy who was laid to sleep on the ground woke up with a small groan.