"I've wanted to make it up to you once, Grecas."
Clear white skin with silver hair. Is it special that there is no pigment? She smiles as she drifts with the unique beauty and elegance of a raw high elf.
"What kind of wind is that? I'm not even at Lord Leistoria's feet. Where we fought, the results are visible."
"Sometimes humility is not a virtue."
"What did you say?"
I decide to "retreat" here. I want an intelligent, elegant, smart way of life. I'm not a brain muscle (...) wizard who likes to put on something and fight. The motto can be "lose but win" or "strategic retreat".
"It's a corner opportunity, so don't hesitate."
Leistoria doesn't leak into the high elf example and doesn't change her expression much. It's a little provocative though.
"No, because of nothing, there's no reason to fight. If I take any chances, I'll take the blame."
"I'm not blaming you for anything else. You may think about how well (...) negative (...) you can train."
"... no"
I'm going a little cocky. I'm angry that I'm talking on the premise of losing. I can't even get on the provocation here. If you do win or lose, there is little chance you can win regrettably.
If you classify it as a big mess, Miss Leistoria is an "offensive" wizard who uses a wealth of offensive magic. By contrast, I'm a defensive type who specializes in defense, agitation, and analysis. If both sides are bumped in the front, the results are visible.
This one won't lose if you "wield all your magic" on the defense, but it's hard to win.
Unilaterally beaten with Raistrian flashy attack-based magic, I endure even in the junction. I guess she sees the curtain pull of ending with a judgment loss without even being able to hit it effectively.
To be honest, it's too compatible.
Shields and spears. There is no denying that the defensive side (me) is at a disadvantage. Regardless, it is possible to use your best tactics to inhibit magic ceremonies or twist and bend their magic...
"Sage Grecas. I'm not going to blame you for what she said was a faulty (...)"
"Merciful and generous words, thank you. Happy."
I was afraid of His Highness's words and bowed my head again.
"Let's just say that. Leistoria broke up with her hometown sisters, and she misses them. Why don't you deal with him just to distract the loneliness?
Her Royal Highness Princess Snoovel, who was watching the wizard interact, said unexpected words.
He is watching the smiling reaction as he mouths the tea placed on the side table. An easy-going word that sounds like His Royal Highness, but it doesn't translate into being a serious "word".
"Sa... do you miss me?
"Your Highness, play."
The tip of the elf ear is reddish, although Leistoria lightly denies it.
I have no doubt that those son-in-law searching three daughters, the daughters of High Elves and Leistoria, are hometown. They may have looked familiar to each other, and last night they would have blossomed into nostalgic memorabilia and such.
I also hear that Leistoria bowed her head to the director of the bureau regarding this visit to the Wang Capital.
"If you had a good time with your nostalgic hometown sisters, wouldn't that be a good idea? What a magical match between you and me..."
In short, "I don't care".
"Aresel is the relative daughter of the chief who took care of me when I was a young girl. Effertus is my friend's sister, you. And Karena Domia is the daughter of the next house, and I've known her well since I was a young girl."
"Oh yeah..."
"The three of you say hello to Master Grecas. I was very thrilled to escort you to King's Capital, where I don't know your right or left, and to have a very good time. All you have to do is thank me for this magical shootout."
"The last sentence doesn't fit with the first half!?
"... Really?
A high elf wizard with a slight small neck.
"I hear that high elves magically show dear love,"
Her Royal Highness Princess Snoovel quietly fires a backup projectile (...). Then, with a slightly illuminated look, Leistoria snorted small.
"Yep...?
Honey, what is that? Can I hear the words on par? Or is it the hidden high-elf-specific rhetoric of "thank you"?
"If you're not acknowledging the power of magic, I won't ask for matches or anything. Grecas, I recognized that you have enough power to trust, and I thought it was only if you were the one to deal with a magical meeting...... am I dissatisfied?
"Yes, no. It's not like that. Hmm."
When I suddenly get out poorly, I don't even feel I'm being deceived by my body... Speaking of which, the guy from Lentomia also said to me, "I want to play! I said," I've been magically involved a lot.
Could it be the "magical meeting" feeling of "jazz-aye" with such familiarity?
Then you'll give me a break, or is it like your game before?
This is an expression of dear love for Leistoria, and I guess I can interpret it as a thank you to me - in the right way, of course - for taking care of my lovely sisters.
Maybe that's the kind of image where sword-makers compete with each other.
Thinking about it makes sense.
"... May I?
"Okay."
When I indicated my consent, Her Highness Princess Snoovel rose from her chair. When you gently match the fingertips of both hands covered with white gloves in front of your chest, they turn into a very pleasant look.
"If you decide so, the place will have a good courtyard. Your father used it every morning in his workout, and now everyone in the royal palace, it's an afternoon break. Have a good day, Ray."
"Yes, Your Highness."
When Leistoria thanked me deeply, she just told me to stay on the table and pointed me out the window with her thumb. Really dear love...... right?
"... good luck, Mr. Grecas. That feels like Her Royal Highness burned Miss Leistoria for curiosity to see the two confrontations. I've been doing this for years."
Commissioner Liesehat snapped beside him as he wiped the sweat with a handkerchief.
"Chief, pick up the bones, please"
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The Royal Castle of Metanostadt is structured like a 'field' from above. There are four courtyards, but only royalty and limited court dwellers can use them in the northeast courtyard.
The other three courtyards are botanical gardens where royalty grows vegetables and herbs with hobbies or plants memorial trees and roses. But the northwest courtyard is a private training ground.
Here every morning, His Majesty King Courtilt says he works out his sword with General Gilkes.
Almost square and about twenty merte squares in size, lawn laying. Surrounded by the stone walls of the royal castle on all sides. If you look up, it's a blowout to the second, third and fourth floors, each facing a balcony. Naturally, when His Majesty the King trains, he is forbidden to enter because it takes the form of a look down.
Such a balcony, but now it's all open. You've already heard rumors that a tourist leads to a stone railing and is looking down.
"When you see something really rare...?
"Like working with the sage Grecas and the princess Kingsguard Wizard Miss Leistoria"
"If it's a match between the top surgeons, it's just not enough. According to this..."
The wizards of court life, as well as the accompanying nobles and knights, and their squire, overlook the courtyard with intrigue.
On the balcony on the fourth floor on the top floor is the appearance of Her Royal Highness Princess Snoovel. This is a complete castle courtyard, but there are still close guards standing on the left and right to gaze around.
And across from me, facing position 12. Leistoria is standing at Merte's end.
…………
The afternoon sun lights the courtyard obliquely, and a white high elf stands across the shade of black and light. It's as quiet as a shadow, and I don't even feel the magical power being revealed.
That's the other way around horrible.
Murder and rising struggle trigger more or less magical "waves" than the Sovereign Realm (Circle) reacts.
"Sage Grecas, my soul is always with you... good luck"
"Don't worry, Meti. For a little while, come to Lord Applause."
"Yes."
Patterns and fairies flew away. It's detrimental to your health if you leave too long, but during a magical confrontation or so, you'll be fine to stay away.
"Thank you for your help, Magic Society President."
"Ooh, that's so pathetic. Wouldn't you like to be my boy?"
"That's fast."
Magic Society president, Sir Apras A. Jill, greets the fairy with joy.
The old wizard, dressed in a luxurious robe and accumulating a white beard, protruded his wand to the ground and began a magical chant.
This time, the head of the Magic Society will serve as referee in the magical shooting between me and Leicestria. It was a sudden but unparalleled request from Her Royal Highness, and she took it on with pleasure.
He is the president of the association, who excelled in ritualistic magic, but developed a robust 'Junction of the Ten Thousand Laws', forming a closed space by a kind of juncture. They say it minimizes the impact on their surroundings by preventing any magic from spreading.
"The rules are not easy. As we decided at Cointhos, Miss Leistoria took the lead, and Lord Grecas took the back. Let them shoot at each other."
ZAKA...... ZAKA, breathe in the conditions indicated by the large number of tourists on the balcony in the courtyard. Because I'm against the defensive one, in favor of Leicestria, who is obviously an offensive wizard.
"Either one of you will fall, or you will lose if you are pushed out of a circle drawn under your feet. The battle continues up to three times until you declare surrender. But if you think it's too dangerous, interrupt it. In that case, follow. So... here we go"
On a really light note, the president of the Magic Society, Sir Apras A. Jill, raises one hand.
"Yes."
"Be gentle, Miss Leistoria"
When the top wizard shook off his pure white cloak, his silver long hair swayed in the wind as well.
Ooh...! and applause and cheer echoed in the courtyard.
"Then let me go ahead, let me go"
"Oh, boy."
"Ho ho. Lord Grecas, the technique is already unfolding.
The president of the association was right. Start just two seconds. Already Leistoria overlays the ultra-fast chant, rolling out multiple magical circles to the ground. It had increased its magic power to a level just before the magic excitement.
- Fast......!
The Sovereign Realm (Circle) issues a warning. An unknown magical circle, powerful and unseen, draws a white and beautiful text around the high elf.
"Lord Grecas, bear with me lest this be a resignation."
Are you willing to kill me?
"It's already dangerous, so I want you to interrupt."
While slapping lightly, this place lays a solid defense.
- Deploy 16 layers of "Wise Men's Boundary" and further enhance it with "Super Drive (Accelerator)" to combat output......!
Continued