"…………………… gas? Gus, right?
I accidentally confirmed it.
Because it was too impatient.
Haunted old man with an eagle nose, very smart, knows everything, and seems a little bigoted.
Unlike Brad and Marie, she always treats me in a step-by-step fashion.
But if you ask me to teach you repeatedly in a sincere manner, there is honesty that does not hinder that wish.
That's the usual gas.
In the root part, I actually take it personally that he must be a very good and kind person.
… but now, no.
There is a clear intent to kill in my eyes to stare at me like I'm shooting.
Signs of Mana in the hand erected that will probably be sufficient to exercise considerable magic.
The area around the base of my neck pops like a cold breath.
…………
Gus says nothing.
Will this man become so horrible when he finds himself in a killing mood?
It's like someone else.
But it doesn't look like some kind of hallucination or disguise.
After all, it's definitely gas.
But Gus, why are you killing me so much?
No, why is he here in the first place?
"Ah..."
- The director suddenly dies in an accident. Don't die.
That's what Brad said.
If you're going to supervise, if you're going to die in an accident, you're not going to die unless you say the opposite.
In other words, no matter how strict this is in the class category, unless you die instantly in an accident or something, you can expect help from the boulder if it becomes excessive in my hands.
So how do we help……
If I were to assume that role in this underground…… First of all, the gas of the spirit that can pass through the walls.
It must be difficult for Marie and Brad to follow this labyrinthine underground at a distance that she can help if she has to.
Then perhaps Gus has been watching me wander, fight, and seek an exit in this underground area.
So I mean…………
"…… This is also a class, is it?
I asked terribly.
Does that mean that this is also part of the class, and Gus will act as its counterpart?
... I hope so, I thought.
No, it's not! and instincts were alarming with all their might.
"Class, what is it? Uh, conditions or something."
Instead of answers, Words began to be portrayed in the universe.
If I look at the letters, I can tell.
That's an attack phrase.
... to kill people, magic.
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"…………………!!
The moment I made that decision, I turned my back on my heels and chose to escape.
I don't know what's going on.
But anyway, I need to run............!
So intuitive and alert behind him, he ran to the exit of the hall with all his might.
At that moment,
"Activate" Expelgeyski "..."
Gus spun the Word in a bottom-cold voice.
The rubble near the exit that was about to escape now rises, shattering the ceiling and becoming a giant man-made shape of about three metres.
"Huh!"
Stone doll (golem) created with ancient language magic!
After carving a complicated phrase into the rubble beforehand, he now uttered the start-up phrase.
Letters drawn with your fingers are show bills.
It was my choice to escape. [M]
… This is already the killing zone (Killzone) where Gus carefully prepared.
As soon as I realized that, Golem's fist was coming at me.
"……………!
The fist of overwhelming mass cannot be taken by a circular shield.
When I cut through the stirrups with my body, I stuck out a magical short spear that I had just gotten on the counter.
It's the belly you're after. It is the Word that sustains the Golem.
The tip of the magic spear penetrates against the golem made of rubble, in response to the degree to which it can also be placed on a skewer in the meat.
When you shake it off as it is and sharpen the Word, it turns into a golem crease and rubble and collapses -
At the next moment, something flew right beside my head, hitting the wall and splashing along with the sound of a hard shot.
Jump to the sidelines immediately. The exit is far away.
What were they projecting? And not long after I wondered, I kept flying in a few things - rubble!
When you look at it, countless pieces of rubble are rising around the Word that Gus painted in the universe.
And then one after the other, they shoot like pistol fire.
The magic of stone rubble (stone blast), and it's very advanced......!
"Ugh, wah!?
Avoid rolling around on the floor.
The fine shards of debris that explode cannot prevent everything with a shield, and over clothes and armor it hits every part of the body and hurts violently.
The moment I desperately breathed and tried to utter a "Word" of cancellation against the stone debris that would be projected further,
"Falling" "Spider web" "
... I'm relieved.
This is a familiar magic.
Once used in training with Brad, this magical horror smudges me.
And he unleashed the overthrown Word on his face.
The spider thread scratches off.
In an attempt to put up a shield and run straight to the exit, grease (grease) ran at his feet without warning and was rinsed off.
What is it?
What's going on?
The magic projection is too fast.
No matter how much gas, you can fire magic at such speeds...
I thought so, turned my gaze, and realized the truth.
- Gus, naturally, concurred verbal "chanting" with "description" by finger luck.
"Double Magic Projection (Double Cast) …!"
Speak and describe simultaneously audio and letters that would theoretically be possible, but which, if at all, could also be suicide bombers.
Besides, we're splitting Mana into each of them.
Don't try, but I know, it's not easy.
"Ah, ku............!!
Desperately rolling around the stone debris that got beat up additionally.
I manage to get out of the fat range, but even more spider yarn.
Paralysis. Blunt. Sleep clouds. Countless vicious techniques of weakening strike.
If you stop moving even for a moment, it will feed on the stone debris.
The "Word" of Strike Out or manage to avoid a fatal beating without an identity, and keep trying to escape ugly and many times, but it all fails.
I was twitched. [M]
And whether he had boiled the business, Gus broadened his hands broadly.
"What………………………?
Gus started drawing another letter on each of them with both hands.
With his mouth, he continued to chant beautifully.
… triple magic projection (triple cast).
"You're lying..."
I was already desperate.
By simple calculation, Gus will be able to exert yet another person's firepower.
There is no escape.
I can't escape.
Kill.
Gus looks down at me with a merciless gaze and tries to activate the magic without hesitation.
I'm serious.
Gus is serious, he's trying to kill me.
Why not?
Why not.
"Gas......"
I don't even know why they kill me, but the parents of my upbringing kill me.
…… no.
I don't like it.
I don't like that.
I don't want to die.
I don't want to die!
Tears seep into my eyes.
Thinking accelerates and goes around.
I don't want to die.
We have to run.
But I can't escape.
There's no way I can get away with this.
I don't want to die.
I don't want to die.
If you don't want to die.
If I don't want to die, what do I do?
- This short spear is a magical, short spear that also leads to the spirit body.
Spear, throw, stab.
I heard a whisper in my head.
I might be a moment early now. [M]
Stab the gas.
If it's a good place to hit.
Kill Gus and I'll survive.
I've come to kill you from Gus, and it's only natural that you should be killed.
That's why.
Stab him.
Stab him.
Stab.
Stab.
Kill -!!
Listening to a scream that sounds crazy in my head.
I'm...
I'm...
- I forced myself to smile and throw away my short spear.
Gus stopped the magic from activating in surprise.
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Teasing, and short spears roll.
"Gus.... hey, Gus"
I don't know what to say.
I don't know.
But I know something.
"Gus says you have to kill me... you just have to kill me, you have something"
Otherwise.
Otherwise, Gus couldn't have tried to kill me.
That's all, even if this happens, I can believe it.
He admired it.
Really, I admired it.
"Hey, Gus.... Grandpa."
Spread your hands.
Ku, he raised his chin and exposed his throat.
Make it easy to aim for.
"Fine. You don't have to give me a chance to fight back (...)"
――――
Gus only breathed, clogged the words.
It's been a long time since you've seen a face that surprised my grandfather so much.
At a young age, maybe since one of the words.
"……… I understand."
If Gus is serious in the first place, he doesn't even need this farce (...).
This is an underground space where I'm the only one alive.
If the magic of the flames sprinkled, I would be the only one who could kill him with acid and poisoning.
Or more simply, you can collapse the ceiling in this hall with shock magic.
The gas of the spirit body can slip through the falling ceiling more than it can pull out of the wall.
I'm still the only one who dies.
Yet Gus tried to kill me by such lengthy means as the magic of the rubble.
- As if to give me a chance to fight back.
"I understand. I know..."
I'm sure that's where the gas rigging compromise was, I know.
But.
But………
"I don't want to kill Gus..."
Tears spilled.
Even I don't like to die.
Scary.
Very scary.
I remember dying at the top, and I'm afraid of scary things.
But...
"I'd rather hurt the gas than die, no......"
There's nothing I can do from the back of my chest. Something sticks up my throat and squeaks it up.
I didn't look good, I thought.
Though I'd like to be a little cooler and embrace death.
"That's for Gus, the bullies - so, fine"
... Gus has stopped all magic and remains silent.
I stared at him like that and laughed.
"Put it down, it's fine. … There is no such thing as frightening."
Forced to dress up.
Like a poorly dressed death, I can't.
I'm Gus' apprentice.
"Oh, so, but I'm glad it doesn't hurt too much, but..."
Gus came to me silently. [M]
I shake hands shaking. [M]
Gus squeezes his hand.
I close my eyes so hard...
"Hey, sorry!! You've done too much! Phew, phew!"
And what I heard was that voice.
Gus screamed softly, imitating a stroke on my head.
"Huh..."
I'm surprised.
"But there was some ground to it, but it wasn't a win for me! Look, you surprised me, but you've also gained experience in battles against magicians! Huh?"
What surprised me was that this was not a class.
I was surprised that Gus was trying to make it all "classy."
The proof is that the voice that keeps going is not like the usual gas.
Why? Why? …… relieved by love? No way. Someone like Gus?
Impossible............ but, then, why not?
"Gas.................."
"Look, don't ask me anything! If you've defeated Vlaskus' skeleton and got it to the spear, it's time for Brad!
I can only get out of a place that stinks like this! Hey, Will!
Gus was a rap. Extremely.
I think I looked terrible then...
"Well, that was amazing, right?
From now on, you see, don't even teach me such bad behavior moves for real life.
So, you see, fix your mood......?
Gus, too, probably, looked like he was going to cry.
... to this city. To the three of us. There is still a mystery in my history.
Brad will probably tell me about it by the time I'm fifteen.
… the day the mystery is revealed, is already right there.