Soul Eater of the Rebellion

"... Um, Master"

Lunamaria, who came to the room at night after being called by me, flickered her mouth with a strange face after a period of silence.

"What?

"If it's not my fault, isn't it the Spirit of Water (Undine) I summoned on the Master's shoulder?

"You're right. By the way, there's a fire spirit at your feet."

Thus, pointing his foot with his gaze, the salamander, hidden in the shadows, glanced slightly at his face. Look at that. Lunamaria rounds her eyes.

By the way, Undine is in the shape of a man about the size of a clench, and Salamander likewise takes on the figure of a fist large (kobudai).

These two, they usually supply us with clean water in our hiccups bath. Undine purifies river and rainwater, and Salamander warms it up.

In the beginning, he didn't even show up at all while I was in the bath, but at some point he started to look at me from behind.

I have previously given away magic stones via Lunamaria in gratitude for daily bath burning, but maybe that worked. When I asked him to be funny, he approached me with a snack, so I put it in the palm of my hand and put my head on it. And then I miss it more and more.

"Now they're also following me outside the bath"

"Take it, you say something amazing..."

Renamaria responds with a frightened, impressed voice. Normally, spirits don't show themselves to humans, let alone follow non-summoners. Renamalia explains that if it is a place that does not relate to the summoner's order, it is a misdemeanor (all the more).

"How comfortable is it by the master"

"Is that an honor?"

When I stuck my shoulder undine a little bit, I held it to my fingertips a little bit. A Spirit is an agglomeration of magic (mana) full of the world. Therefore, I love magic stones full of magic (mana). In that sense, with the magic of a phantom species in my body, I may be like a moving magic stone to the spirits.

He then leaves the room feeling that the two spirits taught (and grabbed) by Lunamaria are shaved. Lunamaria, smiling bitterly and dropping it off, said in a rarely joked manner.

"Master, would you like to learn spiritual magic? I think you can be a much better magician than I am now, Master."

"That's a good idea to consider."

I take their jokes seriously.

Spirits, the aggregate of magic (mana), are incompatible with magicians who use magic (mana) to exercise magic. If we try to be spirits, magicians are like eating themselves and turning them into power, so naturally speaking, it would be natural.

I deal with some sorcery too, so it shouldn't go well with the Spirit in that sense, but I still want to if I can master Spirit sorcery. I've never crossed a lot of hand tags in a battle.

It's just, well, that's a story if you can afford it. Now I don't have time to devote to mastering new technologies.

I saw Lunamaria in front of me once again.

An elf sage showing similar agony to a suzume. The cause is probably the same as the tin. Now Renamaria is reminded of her own lack of power in the raids of the Gods and is in a hurry to do something about it.

Renamaria is enrolled in The Sword of Blood Smoke to connect the sins that made me a decoy in the battle against the King of Flies. I can't fulfill my redemption (shivers) on my own for lack of power - I guess that's what Renamaria thinks and feels in a hurry.

If they branded me useless, I don't think they would know what to do in the future. in the supplying sense of the soul.

It is easy to dispel this Renamaria's agony. You just have to say that you don't think I'm useless for Renamaria, and of course you're not going to give me a stiff punishment. That's what I actually said.

But Renamaria's reaction to this was unpredictable.

It did not show any relief, and he became sad. If you look, Lunamaria's hand is tightly gripped. That appearance only seemed to have caused me to recruit (one) more and more impatience.

- Yeah, why? As far as I'm concerned, I was going to show the utmost kindness.

Confused by the unexpected reaction, Lunamaria flickered her mouth with a determined face of something.

"Master, I need a favor"

"Let's hear it."

Me in front of Lunamaria like I came up with.

Here Renamaria uttered unexpected words again.

"I'd like you to put on an audition."

"............... Keko?

Unexpectedly, I snapped my neck.

Keko's an archaic thing, isn't he? I question it while I think so.

"Confirm, what audition?

"It's an archery of swordsmanship. More importantly, I'd like you to do an archery to combat fantasy."

Lunamaria complaining with a serious eye.

An archaeology that fights fantasy one-sided. That means the proud elf's declaration of war that one day you'll have me defeated - not that it is, yes.

Exactly. Look at Renamaria now, I can't even joke about such a bend. Considering my relationship with your swordsman, Lunamaria predicts that the Blue Forest Flagger will strike again soon, and she complains that she doesn't want to expose herself to the invisibility of the other day.

Where Lunamaria now overlapped archery with me, she wouldn't fit in with a serious Blue Forest Flagger opponent. Lunamaria, who fought Klimt, should understand that. Still, I can see Renamaria's desperation where she's been looking for an archery with me.

At this point, I understood exactly what Lunamaria's reaction meant earlier.

Renamaria was defeated in the battle against Klimt. It was useless, to say the least. Renamaria was ashamed of it and was trying to be stronger.

I told Lunamaria that I didn't think it was useless. Tell the person who wasn't actually helpful that he didn't think it was useless - so he let go and said, "Never mind, I didn't expect anything from you from the start". Against someone who manages to mess with my teeth to help me.

............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. That would hold my fist as well as my thoughts.

Of course, I had no intention of stopping Renamaria. It was also a natural decision given the power of the war.

But that doesn't make it a good reason to lighten the mood of the weak (Lunamaria). Then you'll be like the people who took me lightly before you woke up in your costume.

The moment I thought about it, I got a chill running on my back. For I have noticed above all the arrogance of the mighty, eroded by it.

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"Oh, you know, master?

"Thank you, Luna. Thanks to you for your help - Oh, I understand the matter of the audition. If you get used to fighting me, you may find it useful when fighting other flagmen."

"Yes, thank you for listening to my wish!

On Lunamaria's face, for the first time this evening, relief and joy float.

A profoundly gracious elf sage inquired with a slightly strange face.

"By the way, what does' thanks to you 'mean?

"Never mind. Well, if you insist, I'm glad Luna's here."

"Ha ha... that's, uh, thank you...?

Lunamaria, who seems surprised but honestly thankful.

I exhaled heavily watching Lunamaria like that.