"'Who...!?' When it feels like a 'black institution. Just say' pitch black hunting the darkness of the world '. in a direction that gives a deep sense of meaning."
Monica couldn't understand the words of Arvis, a first-year student of the Royal Grand Varia.
What the hell is this kid talking about?
"What's the point of doing that?"
"I see. Nice."
"Nice. I think so too."
Good. Captain is cute.
Normally cool oligarchy captains are good, but the best gap is the boyhood from there.
If you can see this cute captain, maybe a secret society would be nice.
Instead, we should actively endorse it.
Because I want to see the captain's cute spot nearby.
He was the only one on Monica's head, even while she was running to the battlefield wearing something that would be a combat suit.
(We can fight together again)
That's the thought that kept her breasts bouncing during this battle for succession to the throne.
At the heart of the National Magic Games, it ended in semi-finals.
The captain had decided not to let anyone destroy him, but Monica could not even take part in the last fight.
If I were there...!
No matter how repentant you are, you cannot repent.
So this is my revenge match that I made the mistake that day.
Now I will definitely defend the captain.
I look sideways at that back running a little forward.
Reminds me.
The day I first saw him...
I first saw it in elementary school.
It was a video the teacher showed Monica, who was a genius without enemies locally.
Monica was seen as overwhelming the much older athletes, even though they were supposed to be the same age.
From the next day onwards, Monica began to punch into practice more seriously than ever.
The teachers praised me that "kids who hate to lose grow up,"
But the truth is, no.
More impure motives, not such pure feelings.
(Cool......!
The first thing I liked was the appearance.
I wanted to get closer.
Think of things like stalking that if you work hard and become a better player, you'll see them.
Same school - enter the middle part of the prestigious Foyerbach School of Magic.
But then was the beginning of an even tougher battle.
(Shh, I like it. If they find out, they might pull it off, so I decide to distance myself first and see how it goes, eh)
Aware of Owen. Not really, Monica kept avoiding him.
I can barely talk, I can't even look at each other.
It's called - avoid liking it.
After all, I spent three years in the same school in middle school, and only once did Monica talk to Owen.
"Hey, do you know where it is?
Besides, I couldn't answer well and I shut up.
Monica, who went to higher education, took this matter seriously.
If we don't hit the measures, it will definitely be a repetition of the same thing.
After thinking through it, Monica came to the conclusion that she was to brush her witchcraft arms.
Owen has an excellent tactical eye and a high expectation of teacher students.
As in the Middle Ages, it will undoubtedly be a master general.
(Then I can have a chance to talk to nature if I become vice president......!
Monica brushed her magical arms diligently.
Although it took me six months for my senior to retire and become a deputy principal and still be able to talk normally.
But since then, I've been really happy every day.
The more I know, the more I like it.
Attempts to appeal to women's power have been repeatedly returned before that overwhelming female power.
"... wouldn't it be weird for a man to make sweets"
I was really happy when you revealed that problem.
"It's not weird! I think I'm so nice!
to Monica, who could almost hold her breath for the real thing that was out by accident,
"Thank you. You're sweet. I'm always grateful."
Yes, he laughed.
I like it.
I can't help it.
'Cause the captain's by my side. That's all makes me feel so happy.
"If I survive, I have something to tell you. Do you mind?
When I realize it, I'm saying those words.
"Hmm? I don't mind."
This feeling I've always had.
If I told him, what would the captain look like?
We must definitely survive.
Yes, Monica thought.
Abandoned downtown north side.
The '' sword of Nina Rosenverde, the king who rips open space, had the power only to rebuild the front that was about to collapse on a single horseback.
That flash rips everything apart from space.
Ripped and empty holes attributed everything they swallowed to nothing.
Attack all in one.
At the same time as the attack, Nina pushes back a bunch of junior demons, shielding a rift of space she can.
What burst further on the battlefield was an intense flame of explosion.
The eleven sparks that burst ''
A bunch of blowing junior demons.
A masked knight arrives on the enemy front, wearing a black jacket.
(I don't know who, but I appreciate it)
Nina's flash adds even more precision.
Rip open space. Before that, no matter how tough the shield is, it's powerless.
No matter how many times a bunch of junior demons push, you can't even get close to her as one.
What leaked out of nowhere was a crush on Nina pushing back an avalanche-like army by herself.
"A hero. There's a hero -"
A founding hero who sifted the Ethereal Sword and defeated the Evil God.
Siegfried, the first king of demons.
What they saw there was one brave man as if he had come straight out of the hero Tan.
In the middle of the abandoned city, vigilance is exercised against demons who have broken into the interior.
Ellis was waiting in the corner to stay out of the way amidst the magicians, who moved meticulously around the moment and the changing state of war.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Aynsworth. I want to stand out."
"It's okay. I'm a secret weapon. At the end of the day, with a big pinch of sanctity, it's time to..."
Aynsworth goes on, almost as he realizes.
"Is that...? If it weren't for the big pinch, wouldn't you end up not noticing...?
"Yeah, maybe it's not noticeable"
"Oh no..."
Aynswath poking her hand at the ground with disappointment.
"To the extent that there is no danger to Master Ellis, but be conspicuous. Come on, come on, come on, come on!
"That's a pretty complicated order."
I'm sure God will be in trouble, too.
(But good luck to you, Mr. Aynsworth, and I hope you'll come)
Such Ellis' thoughts are:
"I'm sorry. Doesn't seem like a priority to me."
I was struck out by a serious cold voice like someone else in Aynsworth.
"Huh?"
What reached the amazing Ellis' ear was a scream.
plural it abruptly disappears at a clearly unnatural time.
The unnaturalness was creepy enough to soothe.
"You -!"
The bodies of the two sorcerers who tried to attack turn into white powder.
Become a mountain and descend.
It was the man with the head of a black goat who appeared loosely.
"Oh no... reports from anywhere that you allowed an intrusion into the abandoned city"
One mage says in a sieved voice.
Put the buttocks on and lag behind.
"Twenty-seven. None of that was a big opponent. I thought we could expect a little more from the lords."
By the time I'm done, all I have left is a pile of salt.
"Run away. Never turn around. I'll buy you more time than a second."
Aynsworth launches a sorcery ceremony.
Water spider to cut ''
Moments, it was the thread of the water stream that drove the disease.
That blow, which cut off his wrist and right leg faster than the sound, does not reach a fatal point though.
The devil of discord laughed.
"It's over."
"This is the dialogue."
When the voice is released, it is already floating right over the head of the demon of discord.
Upper floor of a chopped three-story ruin.
Stone rubble is pulled by gravity to bury the demon of discord alive.
The evil eye of the evil god who turns the seer into salt.
Aynsworth thought the force was acting through light.
In other words, as long as we block the light, we can disable the attack.
Plus, I can't get out so easily, though how much evil god power I have if I crush it with this much rubble.
But such expectations fell apart.
"I see. Good aim. Sir seems brilliant."
The debris turns into a pile of salt.
From among them falling like powdered snow, a demon of discord appears.
"Oh no..."
The shaking eyes, above all, clearly separated the winner from the loser.
And the devil proclaims the word of God.
Don't turn around. ''
The light of God that turns everything into salt poured down.
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For Ellis, this battle for succession to the throne was a time of regret.
I want to fight with my brother.
I want to be able to help myself.
But those feelings don't fit well into reality.
Merliah praised me as a genius, but her power was not beyond the realm of being for her age.
It doesn't work very well among first-class magicians.
Besides, even the amazing magicians don't have teeth, I can't believe they have the power of evil gods...
"Run away. Never turn around. I'll buy you more time than a second."
To Aynsworth's words, Ellis bites her lips.
(Just protected. Now I'm just pulling my leg...)
I want to be useful.
I want to help.
Is there nothing I can do?
No, it's not.
You can't give up.
There must be something you can do...!
You'll laugh when you see it from the outside that it's a stupid idea.
It is obvious that it is not something a child can do.
But Ellis won't give up.
I know the strength to keep on not giving up.
- Because I've always been held back by someone who would never give up under any circumstances.
Unexpectedly one word turned my head.
'We may indeed not be able to do it the way it already is. But it's one weapon to say you can't. Because I can't, I can face other possibilities. I'm sure there are magic tricks only Princess Nina can use that no one else can find.'
Ellis had heard what my brother had said.
I remembered.
Potential not to be reached in the normal way.
Sorcery completely different from the existing one.
I can't catch up on the rails where everyone is running.
(There must be some totally different sorcery just for me......!
Even childish ideas can be laughed at.
But Ellis had reason to believe it.
I am the only time magician's sister in the world.
(I can, I'm sure I can)
Assemble the magic ceremony with your thoughts.
The basic magic ceremony of the six raw materials that Mr. Merliah taught us.
Originally, reassembled, freer, as you like, altered as your mind wishes...
The last time I colored the assembled sorcery ceremony was the one my favorite brother gave me.
The gift you gave me after all your hard work - a brightly colored world.
That I can see.
- Light.
Magic to Refract the Light ""
"... No way. That's gotta be it."
The devil of discord opens his eyes.
"In this earthquake. Do you mean to give way to your brother?"
Raising the corner of your mouth, Mr. Aynesworth.
I couldn't help but be happy with that voice.
I could do it, too!
But my favorite brother would definitely be cool at times like this, so Ellis also imitated it and said it along with a decision pose that my brother often does.
"The magic of having Mr. Light bend over. I will protect Mr. Aynsworth!