Tensei Shitanode Tsugi Koso wa Shiawasena Jinsei wo Tsukande Misemashou

The training ground I used before was paid for and no one else was there but us. It is built to conduct mock warfare, so much so that the audience seats surround it.

The floor of the audience was high and low, and the audience was able to watch the battle from a little above. The walls of the high and low difference parts incorporate a defensive technique, assuming someone runs magic, but can protect themselves from stray bullets.

This time, I will also make the most of this. It's supposed to be magic by a few people, but I'll be able to bribe you alone. Still only some defense, so I can only hope the fathers don't do as much damage to their surroundings as possible.

We stand at the center of the training ground. Before the duel, of course, me and Your Majesty will move toward the audience.

You can clearly see Jill's motivated expression. He was dressed in a bespoke coat I had previously given Jill, and stood there in grandeur when he turned his gaze to his relative father with a Rin glance.

I can't fight Jill together, so that coat will fight Jill instead.

The opposing father also stands dignified and awaits with majesty. The sight is like the keeper of a giant gate. No, the wall itself, including the gate. Unwavering confidence and strength were regarded.

"Then confirm. This duel takes place between Verf-Adelchan and Zildreid-Savan. Does the request not differ with the consent or refusal of Lisbeth-Adelshan and Jildraid-Savan to marry?

"Yes."

"Oh."

To His Majesty's confirmation, we both nod with a strict face. My father just looked at us and narrowed his eyes.

"... Diaz, don't put your shoulder in it, okay?

"I swear the judgment will be fair. I support Lord Zildreid in my feelings."

"You don't want to support me anymore, do you?... Jill, no grudges. If you lose, get it back, okay?"

"Yes."

I agree with you in words, but Jill's expression tells me he's not willing to lose, as long as he's reliable. My father has an invincible grin that he has such good courage for Jill.

My father doesn't insult Jill. That's why I can't guarantee I'll win. Because I know how strong my father is. I can only trust Jill and watch. Although itchy, this is also the result of prioritizing Jill's retention.

"Jill."

"Master Liz, I'm coming."

"I'm here for you.... Hey Jill. Last thing as a husband, okay?

"What is it"

"Win."

Short, just one word.

I'm sure that's all it conveys. Things I don't doubt because I believe in Jill. Dreaming of a future together.

You didn't have to tell everyone, Jill's face smiled slightly and immediately turned into something serious. He stared straight at me so he couldn't help but notice.

"... as you say"

Jill holding me gently with that one word. My father, who could see from the gap, was slightly cramping his cheeks, but his majesty said, "Stop the inexplicable." Maybe you won't let us go without His Majesty stopping you, because it's your last backup.

Look up out of your arms Jill holding me tight to be sure, and just laugh a little pranky.

"... if you win, I'll reward you"

If you whisper in a voice that only Jill can hear, Jill, you round your eyes. Then to Jill, who smiles softly and strengthens the power to hold me tight, I certainly don't dislike this, even though I somehow feel that the reward is going to be me.... because I'm happy to be asked.

"Then yes, but you have to win. Though I intend to win over the ex.... Dear Liz, I'm coming."

"Yes."

To Jill, who mouths her cheeks and gently releases her body, her father blurs, "... don't do it so well in front of her parents, you bastard," but she's not angry. Because you know us, you're not trying to force us apart. Father, just identify.

The cheeks that still felt like kissing were getting a little hot. I'm not used to mouthing inside, but I can only take happiness firmly.

Laugh a little, then slowly move away from Jill. Unfortunately, it's time.

Transfer your gaze to His Majesty, who has been watching the exchange until now, and you will be the chief with a serene expression. And I'll move toward the audience, so I'll follow quietly afterwards, too. All you have to do is watch.

If you move to the audience and look at the two of you, you're distancing yourself and being relative again. Both Jill and her father felt that the fighting spirit was too much from the look on their faces.

... Think about it, maybe this is the first time Jill and his father have really bumped into each other. Even though he admitted his strength, his father really recognized Jill.

But not this time. Equally as one man, you're seriously going to bump into each other.

"Master Liz motivated me, so I feel I can do anything now. … make sure to deliver the victory to Master Liz"

"Ha, you're in a good mood. I can't help you."

"It's where I want it"

To Jill, who returned a reliable word, his father hung his corner of mouth satisfactorily and signaled his sight to His Majesty. His Majesty, who understood what that alone meant, also smiled, and when he tightened his face, he looked out for the two of them alternately.

"So can we get started?

"Oh."

"Yes."

Father and Jill snorting at each other. I will remember the feeling of my stomach being squeezed at once, while I will wait for His Majesty's signal by holding down with my hands the chest that has begun to squeal. I'm not the one fighting, but I feel nervous for the same minute and my chest hurts.

But I'm not even going to let Jill get away with it. I just keep believing Jill will win.

Breath sucked slowly next door. A moment of silence is for the words of the next moment.

"... So, duel, get started!

To a sharply spoken word, it was both of us who moved at the same time.

Magic swings from each. It was my father who took shape first.

My father didn't have the letter "no".

What instantly formed in the surgical ceremony was "Explode," which I once unleashed on Jill, which falls into the category of high power in fire attack magic. It is a very shocking sorcery that seems better said explosion itself than fire.

A number of explosions occur around Jill with the roar. It's far more powerful than what I exercise. An unprotected shock strikes Jill in most of the Magic Instructors... but the blast stopped. There, Jill stood looking no different than before the duel.

He must have activated the surgical ceremony anticipating his father shooting powerful sorcery with a leading must-win.

Father doesn't look upset about being prevented. It seems like a delightful grin that I'm stepping on as obvious as this.

"You've grown stronger too."

"I swore to my heart that I would protect Master Liz. Protect yourself from all calamities. I can't tell you how much I can't back out and protect you."

"Well said...... but don't think you can just show it in words!

It activates the magic that seems to have been spinning in the body at the same time as the words, creating one flaming spear after another, shooting the tip out at Jill.

Jill didn't seem to have moved in a flowing motion, either, but he was intercepting the burning spear coming at him by shooting out a water polo. It accurately offsets with precise controls, and doesn't even touch Jill with one remnant of the flame.

Seeing as prevented, no. Now not a spear, but a whirlpool of burning flames head for Jill.

Almost no rugs between sorceries, continuous attacks with parallel processing. We just attack Jill without showing stiff time or anything.

But Jill likewise develops multiple surgical formulas in her body to cancel out her father's. The tsunami created by Jill for each flaming tornado covers up and scratches off, and flows straight towards his father.

A huge amount of water that strikes.

A tsunami hits your father, and a little lug occurs between activation and reaching your father. The father level makes it possible to deal with it, which is why Jill instantly spins magic and produces a massive amount of ice columns, pouring chunks at his father all the time with a return of interest.

It inhibits vision with the tsunami and lets him try to pierce his father by the tsunami in numbers that can't capture the sharp ice columns.

Although the power of a single blow does not extend to his father, Jill is good at handling delicate and diverse sorcery.

My father is good at fire magic and uses fire a lot. Because we specialize, we climb to the top.

Father is strong. Follow the Red Lotus, and do not send anyone.... That's not why I'm not otherwise good at it because I specialize in fire.

"It's a shame, if it's stronger magic, it might have arrived."

Before it arrives, the tsunami freezes and squashes away with sound. Many of the ice columns Jill had flown had been dropped and didn't reach his father and abandoned his role. It is also dissolved by the magical heat emitted by his father, which becomes water vapor and begins to drift through the universe.

Nothing, Dad can't handle any other sorcery. The same is true of my father, who stays at a high standard. My father is good for the Ning Lo experience.

With that in mind, Jill is challenging the fight, but Jill is still at a disadvantage.

Unlike his father, Jill has a style that weighs more on defense than on offense. It's not that I'm not good at attacking, but by the nature of good sorcery, attacking sorcery clashes with each other raise armaments on my father.

"I didn't think it was going to be a glimmer, but it's tough"

"So you're giving up?

"No way."

Jill, who laughed and denied his father's dismal grin and suggestion, smiled softly at me, feeling anxious but only able to watch. It's okay, my eyes are going to appeal to you to untie my heart.

"... I have to win. For Master Liz, for me!

"If you can do it, do it!

"It's time for you to give me your position to protect!

Jill, who speaks out to inspire herself and plays sorcery again and stands up to her father, says her eyes will never give up.

My father must admit that too, his eyes are sharp, although he has a grin on his mouth. The brilliant red balls are shaken by fierce light, and you can see the will to beat Jill for real.

Scratch out the purple electricity released by Jill with a barrier and shoot many fireballs at Jill in return.

impending flames, but that doesn't reach Jill. Jill's main office is in defense, and stronger barriers than his father hold him back.

It becomes a fire powder and scatters fire balls. It's lightly prevented, but my father's grin just thickens.

Fire powder scattered on the barrier as a spark, as if you were reading about it being prevented, and instantly form a vortex surrounding the gill, which swings to invade the gill barrier.

The vortex, which makes a burning noise and rises, eventually becomes a tornado of red lotus and wraps the jill.

Jill is attacked without time to rest, but what he sees from the flame slice is no rush or panic. Eyes are the ones that shine belligerently, but the expression is quiet.

He had created a sandstorm on some of his surrounding poles while maintaining barriers to his father's fireworks, and was retreating from the fiery fierceness of the flames with dust.

It's with my father and Jill that holds my sight back, albeit for a short while. That's why they knit magic when they work together. Prepare the next hand for them.

Mother's sensitivity to conceded magic senses the elaborate control of the two practicing magic powers, and all the extra anxiety is stirred up.

If it was just control, Jill would chase him to his father. That's all Jill has worked so hard to gain control over the head of the Magic Academy, and that's what he's been preparing for now.

... That's why I'm scared. Because sharpened power wields with a clear purpose of killing.

You can say you're lucky, the two of you still have no scratches. Both have been deactivated before they arrived, so it hasn't even been to the detriment of your body.

But if Jill makes a mistake, he will suffer major burns, and his father has a great chance of being pierced or electrocuted by the ice. I know you're fighting to both sides.

"Jill......"

"Miss Lisbett, is it hard?

If you squeal the name of your loved one, His Majesty, who was watching the dispute with you next door, asks quietly. His Majesty was there to look at him with a little care if he turned his face to me, and I noticed that his hand grabbed the fabric of his chest grew white there.

He was fisting at some point because of too much force, and when he opened it, he was reminded that he felt the blood slowly coming over him and was overpowering him.

It itches my teeth that I can't do anything just by looking at it. How good it would have been if Jill had given her hope but stayed on her side.

"... well, it's painful to leave it to Jill, and to see my loved ones try to hurt each other"

... We're the ones who chose the duel, but we don't really want you to fight.

"But it was decided by the two of us. Besides, they say it's a man's battle. So I'm not going to turn away."

I don't want to worry about His Majesty, and this is also what I mean again.

Smile, gently clap your hands on the chest of wrinkled clothes again.

"I want to see this fight through. Because I believe Jill will win."

Who believes Jill, without me believing it?

I believe Jill will win. He said he could defeat his father and get him to admit it.

"Well... if you can believe that much, Lord Jill will be happy too"

"I hope so"

"... that place looks just like selenium. Selene didn't suspect Verph would win either."

"My mother?

His Majesty's nostalgic glance at me blinking at unexpected names.

... Yes, even when I was a mother, my mother watched the duel. My mother kept believing in my father, and she won. If we all say that we are repeating history, I also want you to repeat the history that those who believe will win. No, I'm sure it will, I believe.

"Miss Lisbett really looks a lot like her parents"

If you turned your gaze again to your beloved smiling sire, somewhat embarrassed and Jill and the others, you two were in the middle of a magical reward.

Prevent, fight back, and be struck down by your father. It looks like an antagonistic war situation, but the actual situation is not fragrant.

Although Jill also fights back against his father for losing, he is unfavourable to Jill for his original defensive focus. Attempting to outrun your father in an attack seems like a daunting undertaking.

Jill will know that too, but he doesn't seem to be going to give up any more. My eyes were still shitty and brilliant, and I was trying to eat them everywhere.

A feud that lacked effective hitting at all times. We're definitely exhausted from each other, but neither of them seems to be willing to take the damage yet.

I think Jill, who brings such a situation to the head of the Magic Academy, is awesome. I just struggled because my father is a pretty good leader in history, and it seemed like he already had the strength to just be long.

"... you too"

Father laughed bitterly that we had no scratches on each other. I can tell by the look on his face that he was scratching sweat on that forehead and seeped by factors that weren't his own sorcery.

The opposing Jill also has a sweat drip on her face.

Naturally Jill isn't saying she's full of energy either because of the accumulation of fatigue, but a look regarded as temperament and liveliness. Ningro, it was Jill who looked lively.

I think my hopes for the future and the thoughts I entrusted to inspire Jill.

"Because Master Liz is on it. Besides, they said they believed me, and I can't fail to respond."

"... well. I know exactly what you mean."

What did my father think of Jill, who told me all over his body that he would not give in?

Father rests his attacking hand, slowly pulls out his shoulder strength and stares straight at Jill. To his father, who hasn't vanished but just stopped, Surprised Jill has his eyes narrowed and his gaze nearer to his gaze.

"... with what imitation?

"Let's go on three years ago."

"... three years ago...?

Father grins at Jill, who groans in disdain. It's nostalgic serenity, but a chiseled look with fierceness in the back of his eyes.

"Back then you couldn't prevent my 'Inferno' by doing everything you could. I thought it would be too soon for you."

... Three years ago, my father made me try to break Jill's full barrier in front of me. It was easy to destroy the barriers that I couldn't crush no matter how hard I tried.

That, but my father was adding and subtracting. Because the real 'Inferno' is too powerful to shoot at people.

... What if I really shoot you...?

"Take my full strength. If you're still standing, I'll admit it."

Magic that rocks at the same time as words. That's not the ratio before, because there's so much magic to bewitch, there's a swirl of visualized magic around your father.

Red Lotus. Dark and heavy magic stiffened and compressed, spinning magic. You're right, you're pouring out all the magic.

Father, wrapped in bloody deep red, is not even trying to hide the fierceness that dwells in his eyes anymore. Strip out your fighting instincts, but rationally.

Father, in a way, is giving Jill one chance. Because my father knew Jill's main office was in defense.

Father understands that if we truly see Jill's strength, we must see if Jill can prevent him from being serious.

"... If you're going to defend Liz, show me your power. Let me see if I deserve it."

"... Your will"

Jill just nods quietly, even if he sees the magic equal to the whirlpool kill itself.

Jill will also knit a defensive technique. Robust, robust, sturdy. The strongest shield you can get through. A supreme shield to protect you from all danger. Multiple barriers, no one can invade, absolute protection.

"Liz, I'm sorry, but I really need you to put up a barrier just around Diaz.... If you're serious, you can't get involved."

"That abalone......! Are you going to destroy this place...!

Like Your Majesty's impatience, I truly understand why there is no irrelevant audience here.... Father's seriousness can never be prevented in a regular person. Even if you have a defensive technique, destroy it and burn it down.

That's the father's, strength that bears the name Red Lotus.

I know it's dangerous just to watch, so I'll create a barrier, just like I was told. A strong barrier taught by Jill, though no match for Jill, to me and His Majesty.

… are attacked by fierce anxiety while forming barriers. Jill will undergo a magic trick that is unlikely to be so powerful as to target people.

"Jill, let me take it. This isn't a burn. You can't be held responsible if you die."

"Father!"

"Liz shut up!...... good?

"Please come. Let me show you what I'm ready for."

Jill doesn't even try to bend her will to my screaming voice. On the contrary, with a sincere look at my father.

"Well said."

A father who laughs loosely and contentedly.

The swelling magic, the magic hardened to such an extent that it is about to be cut off, passes through the procedure, becomes a phenomenon, and manifests itself on this occasion.

"... Jill"

Jill did smile at me before her vision was dyed by the Red Lotus.