Sevens

The battlefield dominated by magic was a plain beginning for appearance.

A faction of the Walt family that are flashy shooting their magic at each other, but come plain packing their distance while preventing it.

In addition to the fierce explosion sound, the smoke generated is likely to create even cloudy skies. We don't expect each other to win or lose in this magical battle.

I just thought this would win or lose, or make money if the opponent collapsed. My father, Meisel, possesses skills that are anti-skill - they don't allow me to use them. But it was a double-edged sword at the same time.

Because they don't even let their allies use their skills. But to put it the other way around...

"You're a plain rise for flashfulness"

Saying that from the top of the lookout is Monica, who would be making less of an appearance this time. I'll pack my distance on the battlefield, watching the Walt family.

"I have trouble getting attacked flashy all of a sudden. If they seal your skills, this is what it's all about, right? Well, I guess that's how you show them too. We can't use our skills, either."

Then what Monica told me was the placement of the enemy.

"… report. Enemy, place the horseback squad in the avant-garde. We have infantry on both wings, but we also have a bow squad."

Hear that and say to the preaching that was nearby.

"You heard. Move the horseback squad to both wings."

"Ha!"

watching the decree run away. I shrugged.

"... Now, do you expect Clara to work hard"

- Clara, who was ordered in the rear, was using a porter for the movement of soldiers.

He left the big porters to the talented wizards, allowing them to move their power all at once.

However, large porters do not have that many either. Even if we repositioned the troops to match the enemy's placement, we could only handle it to some extent.

Still, it would be the strength of the Lyell faction to be able to move large numbers of soldiers at once. Whereas the enemy, the Walt family faction, used an old-fashioned porter, this one had Damien and South Bame and other craftsmen, starting with the developer, Lyell.

In response to an order from the transmission, Clara embarks to operate one of the large porters.

"We'll start moving the horseback squad. Move promptly. Please make it before the enemy arrives."

As several generations of large porters began to move, the carrier opened. One knight after another takes his horse in there.

"Like loading spears and gear on other porters"

I'm not good at giving instructions, Clara, but I can't just not not give orders. Anyway, there's no one better at manipulating the porter than Clara. And in his previous adventurer life, Clara has specialised in the operation of porters.

If I think about how I can be useful, I am clear about answers and such.

(I have to thank Mr. Liane. That's why I can do the job I was given thanks to passing my request... I really can't do Adele if I think so)

While thinking about Adele, who doesn't fit the horse, Clara made sure the work around her was done and started moving -.

- Right wing.

Whereas the enemy was showing the plot of the assault, the Ryer faction, which went into operations dedicated to defense, had taken a widely enclosed formation.

Normally there are many Lyell factions and they should have been able to fight in their favor in this formation...... But Aria, positioned on the right wing, spills stupidity in her helmet watching the enemy approach.

"No skills, you're tough."

Aria is spearing on horseback and leading the horseback riding squad. A fence is installed around the perimeter so that it cannot be easily broken through.

Equally leading the troops is Gracia, who brought Galleria's soldiers. On the right wing these two were placed as centers.

Gracia, wearing black armor, removes the mask part of her helmet and tells Aria.

"I'm sorry, but I can't unleash magic flashly. It looks like you're losing your rear guard skills."

Gracia is a magically-specific skill - the owner of a rear guard skill. You can manipulate the flames freely and it's quite a surprise. Reliable if on your side, but such Gracia's skills were also sealed.

"Still, if you can fight normally, you're welcome. More than that, are you glad you handed over right-wing command to me? Positively -"

"- You were the one who deserved it in position. That's all. I am under your command if the soldiers at my place are not to be crushed. Well, you're the one who knows more about the number of soldiers and how this army works."

Looking at Calm Gracia, Aria thought.

"Thank you."

That's what I say in my mouth.

(Why are you so restless from time to time? I'm gonna get out in front of Lyell, and I'm gonna get a taffeta, and I'm gonna do something weird... ha, not now)

It was Aria who wanted me to demonstrate this calm, even outside of the battlefield -.

- Left wing.

Miranda, endowed with thousands of troops, was attacking the enemy's side at Maxim's command commanding a left-wing unit.

The troops of the Walt family are also joined by those of other houses, and not all of them are strong. That's why I led the troops around to poke the weak spot of the enemy...

"These guys are gonna do it unexpectedly."

Miranda, with a dagger on her horse, bounced the tip of the spear with a dagger on her left hand as the enemy knight stormed with a spear, and as she strayed from the direction, stabbed the dagger in her right hand with a gap in the opponent's armor - the neck.

The knight falls off the horse, and only the horse rushes out and goes somewhere.

If you look around you, your allies were attacking you because of enemy resistance. It has also failed to carry out an ambush, Miranda, who wants to manage to pull back the troops that became Guzguz, but the enemy did not let me do the sole.

Then a large knight of the body descended from the horse and began to wiggle with Halvard.

"The bandits! Curse the misfortune that came before this Kaslade!

One knight laughs gahahahahahaha and wields a halvard. But the allies around him were slashed down by the Halbad. Apparently the big body isn't just a strain.

"I wonder if he's the enemy's cutting captain. Bad type."

Saying so, running the horse, Miranda pulled the trigger by removing the crossbow from the bag attached to the horse's appliance on her empty right hand.

I set it loose for my head, but Caslade unfolded her magic shield as she pointed her left hand in the direction of the arrow. Even as the unleashed arrows penetrated the magic shield, they killed the momentum and were still bounced into the armor.

"This class is usually gobbled up."

Looking at his opponent, who was not overwhelmed by force, Miranda took a short spear that she was unfamiliar with by putting a crossbow in her hand.

Caslade screams.

"Prominent armor. And the thinness of the line - you, woman! Curse the misfortune of being on the battlefield!

Caslade was trying to set up Halvard big and wave it down with momentum that seemed to break Miranda for each horse. But Miranda was laughing in her helmet.

"You're the one who likes to curse misfortune. But it's going to be you who curses."

Then Halbad of Caslade was kicked by May, who appeared from the side. From Miranda's point of view, he suddenly appeared from the side and really kicked Halvard in.

When Kaslade lets go of Halbad from his arm, he falls ill.

As it was, Miranda moved a short spear - a short spear trick with a gimmick - and the tip of the short spear was released and pierced into Caslade's abdomen.

When May landed on the ground, near it, Marina was beating up enemy soldiers.

"Wasn't that dangerous?

To May, who says so, Miranda says she has a dagger in her right hand.

"Right. So I need your help in the future."

But Mae also shook her neck to the side to see if she was in the right shape.

"Give me a break. Because I'm kind of shivering and I can't help myself. What if we back off because the enemy is upset?

Enemy soldiers were upset because Kaslade was debated around them. Miranda is also watching the movement.

"I retreat! Follow me!

When Miranda proclaimed her retreat, her allies walked away from the enemy. Just Miranda on the inside.

(I'd like to scrape some more, but can't I do any more?)

As he retreated, he felt that his opponents, other than the Walt family, would not be alarmed...

The two wings started the battle first because unlike the Walt family's, our army has a central army positioned behind them.

From the watchtower, Monica can be heard. With his voice up on the battlefield.

"Both wings, battle has begun. We hold our enemies close enough."

I don't know the details from afar, but I was relieved that I seemed to be doing well. It's just...

"Central avant-garde units also come into contact with the enemy. No more flashy magic shootouts... but they are being pushed"

The central army was in the mood of being pushed against the enemy's elite.

I look on your side like that.

"I knew it, but on the defensive side. I hope you don't lose your morale first."

Before the first of the fences installed was easily destroyed and breached, I immediately retracted it and told my allies to defend themselves against war. In a nice spot, I'm showing that the main force is here, watching the allies being pushed in.

"It's about time"

Then the line recovered with Monica.

Monica yelled at me.

"Coming!

Shortly afterwards, there was a bell ringing on the battlefield at the enemy line. My father, Meisel, is not the only one who is good at sealing his skills.

"You can't prevent it if you know it. Now we just have to put up with it."

bitterly, and now let it focus on enduring. That was all I had.

Some of our enemies are rapidly gaining breakthroughs to break through the fence. I was in battle with the troops on my side as it was. The breakthrough was obviously due to some skill.

- What Lyell recalls was a conversation with the seventh generation.

"Is that the tactic your father is best at? You don't just seal your skills?

"That's right."

The place where we are having a conversation with the seventh generation is the room of memory in the treasure balls. It was the courtyard of the Walt family mansion.

There she was smiling and talking about something with Claire, a woman whose wife Meisel was.

Claire, Lyell's mother, was rubbing her grown stomach.

'What Meisel specializes in is a method of warfare that seals enemy skills and storms where there is confusion. But the fact that you can't use your skills...'

Understanding the seventh generation of words, Lyell spoke of their continuation.

"On the contrary, he said he could make it usable and give that signal only to his allies. Does it work? Even the other person can use their skills."

The gaze of the seventh generation and Lyell was directed at the two happily pleased. Unmatched conversations ensue in that.

'Well, I'm assuming it's sealed from the target. Even if it can be used, it can only be used temporarily, and even if it recovers from confusion, it will soon be confused again. It often becomes a unilateral development at first glance'

In other words, Myzel's army can use their skills by poking at enemy gaps. They can also use it, but when they find out about it, they won't be able to use it immediately, so there's no problem. Even if I knew, I'd panic.

The seventh generation seemed a little sad watching young and somewhere thorny Meisel seem happy.

Lyell notices the side of it and leans slightly.

'Maybe Meisel was right not to choose a gun. In such an on-off environment of skills, orders also become complicated. If you operate with a gun as a magic tool, it could interfere with Myzel's skills and erupt. I might have damaged the expensive gun like every time.'

Seventh generation with a bitter laugh, but it was like telling myself. Lyell looked up.

"Is it possible for them to use their skills at the stage where they use them?

'I'm not saying it's impossible, but it's confusing. Then you'd better not use your skills and form a team. You can tell some of it... but if you act accordingly, Meisel will take care of it.'

Lyell sighs.

"It's troublesome."

'But it's not all that troublesome. At any rate, even if skills are used to gain breakthroughs, only a fraction of the elite are allowed to use skills from the totality. Shortly after I used my skills, there were good people out there whose breakthroughs were hateful and isolated. Meisel cared a lot about it. "

Taking the advice of the seventh generation, Lyell wondered if Meisel had been able to deal with those parts in more than a decade -

On the battlefield, troops were seen rampant for temporarily being able to use their skills.

I think my allies, who were on the defensive side of the war, were weakened, and the line appeared disturbed and moving arbitrarily. Many young knights, mainly, must have popped up in hands-on cravings.

Then some troops gained breakthroughs due to their skills but waited for follow-up, or began to fall back.

"... the fact that measures were in place but not complete? My father is also in trouble with a young knight who feels like a runaway."

It can't all work out on the battlefield. It wasn't just us, we could tell the enemy. And the line with Monica broke off again.

Monica screamed from the watchtower.

"You broke my bond with the chicken bastard over and over again! Chikushi wow!!"

Same Monica, but I just laugh a little while I look on my side.

"... elite in boulders, but if you get isolated, it'll be easy later."

When it became impossible to use skills, there were isolated people in our unit. I'm surrounding it and beating it.

I had told the commander to do so, and the first sight of my father, Meisel, came in perfectly sealed form.

And at the same time.

"Should I say thank you for lifting the restrictions on the use of my skills? Monica!"

Monica jumped off the lookout and immediately reported to me. From the Valkyries placed on the battlefield, reports were made one after the other for this timing. I mean, the information gathered all at once.

"The right wing is fine. However, on the left wing, he looks aggressive. It looks like we have a strong unit. From the information, is it the Foxxx family unit?

I'm watching Monica.

"Have you contacted Nowem?

"We already have"

I saw the left wing. I don't know the details of the boulder in my eyes, but if Nowem's on his way, that's fine. No, I really don't think so.

And Monica returns to the lookout when she finishes her report.

I set my sights on where the enemy formation was.

"The fifth generation conceded defensive battle - I'll show you, Father. … decree, immediately put in a reserve unit. The place is..."

I gave orders to the missile, and I sent reinforcements wherever I needed them.