"And Dad. You've often defeated a large species of Moon Warcraft."
I thought you'd take down about the Moon Warcraft, but I didn't even think it was a large species.
That should be pretty stiff.
'Cause I was the only one.
Near the town, it was also a situation where the Moon Warcraft appeared in two places and there were not enough dragon jockeys.
From a completely different direction there, it seems that a large species has emerged in one piece.
My father, who happened to be on his way back to town, said he found it and dealt with it.
"You used that shield earlier, didn't you? You did a good job knocking him down."
"I held down all parts of my body and made my attention point there. I cut my neck a little bit, but I don't want to do it again."
The diameter of the neck is about ten meters.
They spent more than five hours scraping that with Chimatima.
If you take a blow, you'll be dead for five hours.
I would be throwing along the way. [M]
After all, Dad's physical skills and magic are different.
It's amazing because you don't have to rely on demons to have a variety of moves.
When I thought about it, I got a little angry.
"Hey Dad. Was that the martial arts move just now? Why didn't you tell me?
It's a lot of skill difficulty, but I don't think you have to waste it.
"If I told you, you'd use it, wouldn't you?
"Well... you'll use it"
That's why I remember.
"I taught you to run without dealing directly with a mighty enemy. And yet you fight?
"'Cause sometimes you have to fight."
"To fight directly from the front and to escape from the spot, choose the latter. In your case, the escape is first-rate, but the battle is second-rate. If you fight in enemy territory, you're likely to fall behind the enemy."
"I thought overturning that was an earlier move."
"There will be limits, though. If you succeed once or twice, you will die if you fail a third time. That way you just won't be able to bring information back, or you'll be giving information to your enemies. Why do I have to teach the guy who's going to risk it?"
That's why my father told me to run away with my mouth sour.
If I could indeed use that move, I would choose to fight.
"But sometimes you're too strong to get away with it."
"Blood Smoke" or "Blood Splash".
"Can't I run away with your arm?
"Yeah."
"Then don't flatter me. I'll definitely die."
"Ahhh."
My father slapped me in the head.
Fighting someone who has a first-rate escape leg and can't escape doesn't seem to win for me.
Maybe it is.
I mean, if you're the one who can get away with it, you better get away without fighting, and if you're the one who can't get away with it, you seem to have a reckless option to fight in the first place.
Yeah, I couldn't say it back.
Still, let's just assume that this time you told me it was because I grew up a little too.
"So when I confronted Basilisk, I fled with my life. What am I supposed to do with that?
At that time, I had no vision of winning.
"Right. If I fight you first, you lose first."
"What? Even Dad can't win?
"Not compatible with my magic."
With a transparent shield, the magic of basilisk, which is petrified with gaze, cannot be prevented.
But if you're a father, don't just rely on magic, can you do something about it?
"But they didn't notice, and they approached me from behind..."
"Something seems to be wrong, but I'm better than I am. It's impossible to sneak up on them because of their hazard detection abilities."
"Then you block your sight with your father's magic from afar"
"It's been decades since I've been called the most powerful wizard in the demonic kingdom. You know what it means to be called the strongest yet? I'm doing everything I can to threaten my demons."
It seems that all measures have been taken to combat the evil eye that comes to mind.
For example, he says he has several ways to light the light instantly on his own, even if it makes the room dark and dark.
You need moves that exceed your opponent's expectations, but they keep thinking about it on a decades-by-decade basis.
They say we have to outdo that.
Father said it was absolutely impossible to do anything that he could come up with overnight.
Then there's no way to fight.
Invincible.
"That's why we're still called the strongest demon kingdom in the world"
The strongest in the world. Attacking basilisks seems pretty harsh.
"So how do I take him down? Or can anyone take it down?
How can we fight the world's most powerful wizard opponent?
"Wait for your life expectancy, or a blow in the middle of a demon from so far away that you can't sense it."
"Yeah, I can't"
"There are other ways to do this all at once with great firepower. It's possible with your dragon attribute moves, right?
"I think I can, but I'm gonna get all around you."
If I do it, my notoriety is going to blow.
"If it's a sure hand, it's like that."
"Um, I don't know if I can get close with a dragon or something"
"You can't. I don't even know the limits of the range. Besides, if that ability were the same as mine, it wouldn't make sense to be anywhere."
"Hmm? What do you mean?
"My magic was based on me. When I tried to be a petrified magician, for some reason, a shield appeared. I mean, you feel like a subspecies."
The magic follows what the person strongly thought, and events reveal.
"He says it's you, but you're my grandfather."
"That's right. For me, he's the worst dad ever. I can't fathom you if you want to kill me."
My dad doesn't like to talk about it, so I don't really want to touch it.
Sounds like an old house that produces wizards from generation to generation, with a good chance that wizards will inherit them to their parents and children.
There were six of his father's brothers, and there were four demons revealed.
The two people who didn't reveal themselves were somehow gone from home, he said.
And the four of them, too, seemed to have been charged with a hell of a special training - a few times tougher than what I received from my father.
Only one person became one in that special training.
Apparently, Dad was sold to an assassination group by three people who didn't turn out to be.
He's the father who's destroying the assassination group when he was sixteen, but he still said it didn't turn out to be anything, the hell...
"So my father's magic is a subspecies, but then what happens?"
"I create colorless shields in the air. You can fix it, you can move it."
"Yeah."
"If you can also fix petrification, you can make scaffolding all you want. Wherever you are, you'll be right near me."
My father said it was an easy one because it would be fine if I threw a sheet of thin paper and petrified it.
So can you really do that?
I don't know that except in person. Because......
The liver that a wizard survives is to hide his own demons.
Possess demons that exceed enemy expectations and use them here.
If used, it shall be processed, including witnesses.
That's how he's been taught.
In other words, he says that the basilisk he has taught so cannot be hiding the limits of his magic.
"Even if you predict the worst, there's more to it. I think so."
"You can't win that."
How can I beat such an opponent?
But if it's possible, it's your magic trick.
Me?
Even though it's just a shadow crossing?
"Oh. I've seen the magic of petrification many times, but I've never had a shadow petrified before"
"Hmm..."
The shadow has no entity. Likewise, my magic has no substance.
The shadows just seem to exist.
Just as there is no entity in light, there is no entity in shadow.
Does the basilisk mean that neither light nor shadow can be petrified?
"They know about my magic. No matter how much you evolve it, it doesn't change its essence. Besides being incompatible, you can't win because measures are being taken. But in your case, the opposite is true. Compatible with the demonic eye of petrification. I think there's a light in your demonic evolution that can do something about it."
However, not immediately, but seriously if I had trained for a few more years, my father said.
I mean, you can't seem to win at this point. However, there is hope.
"If you meet him, run away"
The words sounded ruthless, but true.