The hidden ball I was preparing.
It was a magic that manipulated the surrounding time in ways other than stopping.
Magic that erases time Among them, "" is magic that erases a certain range of time and eliminates events during that time.
Now I can't use that power to its fullest, with a range up to 17 meters.
This magical technique has a very limited use time of up to 1 second, but it is still very effective in magical battles.
Because some of the opponent's techniques are missing, the magic that is released can be imperfect and destroy itself.
In other words, the magic fire fired by the four of them was turned into an imperfect one that couldn't be damaged at that time.
"The magic of turning seven seconds into moments (Stop the Crocs)"
I stop time.
Close the distance within seven seconds, accelerate the time and hit your fist into an unprotected body.
With the momentum, knock out the two, just to the remaining two.
The polished double team is no match for me during this time.
Dodge the fire magic that was released, and the lightning that was immediately released in pursuit will erase the time and nullify it.
The two who spelled out were beaten away with their expressions and disappeared from the battlefield.
The area calms like a lie.
"Arvis-kun, now ...
Linary, who can't believe it,
"Okay. I'll win this game."
I say.
In any case, it would be more encouraging for everyone who fights together to play a self who seems to have inscrutable strength.
"Let's calm down without panic"
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side: St. Aires Jogakuin, Evangelista sisters
"Lie ...!? Annihilation ...!?"
The second attack squad was wiped out.
In response, Lelia drops a cup in her hand.
Melia gracefully drank a cup of tea as the cup cracked.
"Calm down, Lelia"
"But my sister, it's just a matter of annihilating them."
"There's no doubt that there's something. I guess it's not that I won by fluke."
Melia smiled spontaneously.
"It's getting interesting. Magical battles have to be like this."
There was no sign that Melia was upset despite the abnormal situation.
Rather, it's like enjoying this situation that doesn't go as expected.
"Retreat to the center line of all the army fields. Even if there is a gap, do not step on it. Wow "
Melia shakes her cup and thinks of the enemy far away.
"Now what's your next step? A first-year planner who broke Amstellitz's fortification tactics."
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"Even if there is a gap, don't step in ..."
I looked down from the ruined roof and looked at St. Ayres' attackers lined up in the center.
Despite being dominant in number, its magical fire was powerful, and our attackers had to retreat several times to retreat.
It is not an act, but a gap that you can actually endure.
When I came to get it there, I was trying to destroy each one ...
"I guess you're aware of your strategy."
Next door, Fiona, also watching the war, said.
"That's right. I think it's a long-term battle, and it's a strategy to crush the difference in geographic strength.
"What about that strategy from you?"
"I don't like it. The longer it lasts, the more it blows away the ruins of the field, making it easier for the difference in individual power to emerge. Perhaps it's a strategy that calculates that much."
"As expected, Melia Evangelista," The Strategist of St. Aires "
The war was in a stalemate.
It is not easy to overcome the situation, but as this time continues, the weighing scale slowly tilts away.
He has defeated four people and is in the upper hand.
Here, it's best to take the risk and go ahead-
"I'm out. Senator Fiona is waiting backwards. Watch the formation and stay in the safest place. Ask Chloe for escort."
"all right"
After securing the safety of General Fiona, I go out and tell her about the strategy.
"Oh, leave it to me."
"Because we will be your shields"
It was a thankful word.
A strategy to take risks and overcome the situation.
There must be damage.
This is the last match. It might be the last play.
Still, I believed in me.
"Please, because I'll take my seniors to Wembley."
"Oh, I expect."
Seniors laughing at me.
At the end of the staring battlefield, I felt like I had met someone at the back of the enemy line.
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side: Grosjean Lambier, 3 years of Royal Grand Varia
For Grosjean, magic was never fun.
"Do you understand Grosjean, you are a child of Lambiere's house?"
Born in the Lambier family, a former magician who has steadily declined, Grosjean has gathered the expectations of the entire family.
You are not allowed to play with your friends or go to kindergarten.
In a magical life, nature and Grosjean came to consider magic a dislike.
He was talented and his efforts were part of his life.
Therefore, I was able to enter the prestigious Granvaria Royal Academy of Magic as a scholarship student.
He was also selected as a national player.
But that's it.
Grosjean calmly analyzes what he is so far.
The god of magic does not smile in Grosjean, who makes magic painful.
Maybe he will go to college and become a teacher as a decent magician.
You can't be a magician who fights with a country as your parents would expect.
However, after honestly explaining such things, it is apparent that they are being scolded for saying, "What are you talking about?" Grosjean sighs, thinking of a father who shouts at spirituality, saying, "I can't help thinking like that!"
It's not that easy.
You might not know if you couldn't get into the A-rank school and couldn't be the national team.
Let's just pretend to be serious.
Then your parents will know.
Therefore, Grosjean has continued his magic with a cold heart.
It's like a tax you have to pay in your life.
That situation changed after one year of entering the national team that day.
The team has visibly revived.
Grosjean, who was chilling out, won one and two. When he defeated Amstellitz and advanced to the final four, he realized that he was holding his fist.
It was more fun to be on a team that builds confidence and outweighs the victory.
And I thought for the first time.
Magical battles are fun.
(I may have really liked magic, I am)
I want to go to the final.
I want to fight more with this team.
Grosjean thinks so deeply.
Therefore, when asked to cooperate with high-risk operations, he nodded without hesitation.
"Please, because I'll take my seniors to Wembley."
After a big hit.
It's a reliable thing.
The operation was to assault the left wing of St. Ayres, who lined up in the middle.
Most difficult to concentrate attacks, concentrate the strength at the edge, break through and dive into the back from the bosom.
The problem was that the enemy was most vigilant.
The ruins on the battlefield have been destroyed preferentially, leaving a gap of about 70 meters so that they cannot be easily closed.
If it jumps out, it will almost certainly be a beehive.
Grosjean also knew it was a difficult strategy.
That's why he spoke to himself, who has the highest abilities in the team.
This is probably the last play today.
And it may be the last play in school life.
(Absolute success, to get the team closer to victory)
That would be a modest return to Fiona for trying to support the team, even though I was doing nothing on the sidelines.
Five people were selected as members of the strategy.
Grosjean kicks the ground with determination.
They sprinted out and were packed only 22 meters.
"attack--"
The defenders of St. Aires start attacking all at once.
It was magical fire like a storm.
The whole magic barrier shatters in front of a storm-like magic fire.
"Go! Don't stop! Go!"
Grosjean shouts at herself.
The rising sand smoke pushed the Grojans forward.
But for a short while.
Forty meters later, Grosjean must again run through the obstacles and head for the enemy line.
When I noticed, I was the only one running.
The other four would not have been able to withstand the previous blow.
St. Aires defenders look at Grosjean all together.
There is no chance to win even if you proceed.
Still, Grosjean kicked the ground.
Even one step.
One step forward.
Because I know it's the only thing I can do for a dependable one-year ace back.
The magical fire that is released penetrates the body of Grosjean.
At the moment, Grosjean shouted.
"Go! Arvis!"
"It's the best job, senior!"
Grosjean smiled satisfactorily, looking at his junior's back, kicking the ground at tremendous speed and jumping into the enemy line.