The Magician Wants Normality

(9) Observe the situation as you fly along the fallen trees. Boulders, spiders. The tree doesn't seem to have fallen as badly as I thought it was because of the rubbing through the gap.

However, on the contrary, I also say that the exact size cannot be inferred from this trace.

If it's the type of thing that goes on like a normal demon, I can predict the size of the remaining claw marks and the width of the aisle.

"He said it was more than double, but you might want to simply look at it as triple,"

"Ahhh... sure. I had a strong impression I was big, too."

At close range, we may not be able to make accurate decisions because of fear and surprise. Is it common to interpret excessively than the actual size?

Ning Lo, that would be more appreciated this time, but hopeful observations would be more certain to be discarded. If it's twice the size, you don't have to knock down a tree.

Because it's the size of the foot in it, 'two meters for the big one'. If you have a strong brain muscle aesthetic, you will defeat it rather than run away.

Brain muscle is beautiful. It's amazing. He didn't even roll the body, which means he's on the run.

Definitely not normal. What the hell is going on with your physical abilities?

No, the White Knights are good enough compared to normal knights, too, huh? They excel in general as knights - of course, working with black knights in noble and royal opponents' standing behavior and observational eyes, and sometimes negotiating, etc. - so they won't be specialized so far.

Let me tell you without misunderstanding, the white knights are strong. Sometimes they work together to measure the strength of the junction, but they destroy it with two or three shots. Klaus says it's not usually brittle to this point.

This slight gap becomes indefensible because even at the junction of the magic prop, once the endurance reaches its limit, it breaks and tensions again... Therefore, as an operator, it is also important to know the endurance.

Especially where there's a double or triple tension, they'll flat out. One time Al blew my body apart - though it doesn't always seem to be a heavy blow because I'm giving him momentary strength.

If you're a White Knight opponent, say, 'Attack is the biggest defense!' Definitely lose unless you practice. Plus, there are black knights specializing in magic, so knights with wings don't have to joke, "Come hunt for the original killer! 'I guess it's the people who can execute it on orders.

"Hey, what do you say... are your people human?

"I know what you're trying to say. For once, it's human."

Why are you looking a little farther while you say that...?

"Maybe he's using physical enhancement magic."

"Well, if magic works, you don't have to worry about it."

"That's all I can use! That brain muscle!

……

Why is that so elementary magic healing? Weird, huh?

I stare back in surprise, and Mr. Keith says to me, 'I know how that feels!' He continued his conversation with a strong nod.

"I thought it was a joke at first, too. But seriously. Physical enhancement is the bottom line of your abilities, right? He remembered it fast because it would be a bracket called" knock it down with your own hands. "

"Then why don't we just learn to heal and detoxify?

"I don't feel like remembering you in person. And while you're at it, all you have to think about is knocking it down, so there's no magic in your head."

"No, like healing injuries after a battle or in your free time"

"Because he's sturdy, and when he sucks, he doesn't get hurt like he's cured because he uses physical enhancement. He's also the one with the magic tools to cure and detoxify."

I see, I need to feel the need because I won't get hurt. Besides, you have healing magic props, so minor injuries can heal even if you leave them alone.

That's a lot of miscellaneous beauty, dude. No matter how strong the compound is, it's too bad in your head.

"Yeah, I think so too. It hurts even more to have a beautiful face."

"Were you in your voice? Excuse me, honestly."

"You don't have to worry about that, do you? Rather than falling in love with your face and dreaming, you don't have to explain later knowing reality and being perceived as an unfortunate creature."

Wow, Mr. Keith, good smile!

I saw that this was quite a struggle for the ladies I admired with their faces and bravery. I'm close enough to follow up, so I'm going to be stuck with your ladies?

I asked him to try it and he looked away and he whined, "I knew, you know..."

"What a pitiful position......!

"Do you understand? You understand me!

"Of course!

Even a seemingly nice knight knows an unfortunate guy who's only interested in witchcraft, so if it's anything like that, you must have had a hard time.

I have an understanding because Ilfena is the birthplace of freaks and odd people, and Klaus himself is the Duke's son. Nobody would say anything about that condition since I was a kid... even though it's too late now to expect anyone. You look normal if you keep your mouth shut.

The biggest difficulty was the 'possibility of a demonic prop daughter-in-law', so now that it's gone, even my parents won't say anything. In the first place, the Blondelles themselves are the specialty of witchcraft.

I don't know where that brain muscle beauty is, but if it was noble, it would be a big problem. No, it sucks because a knight, even if he's not noble, could be eye-catching.

If you scorn a lady in that capacity, you're out. Like Irfena, there's no way he's going through his personality as a 'trivial thing'. Follow-up personnel are required.

"Let's just hope your people are okay. I'll hang out with you later if you give up alcohol."

"... thank you, my lady"

It's kind of an awesome throw, but don't go in there. I'll read the air, me.

That's how I followed the Beast Way Modki.

... so.

After a while, I went somewhat open.

……

……

You're split in two strands. Is this the path that leads one to the nest and the other to the guided path?

"Does that mean you're going to stay away from the village?

"Didn't you live far from the original and come near the village?

After discussing each other's opinions, we both snort and silence that both possibilities are possible.

I don't know what to do, I can take both.

This might as well be honestly split into two hands. So Mr. Keith and I can fight, and if we're lucky, that means we can get a mate to fight, right?

Before I do, should I ask you something that bothers me a little?

"Mr. Keith, Mr. Keith. There's something I'd like to ask you before you do anything else."

"Yes, what?... Miss, are you willing to act differently!?

"I thought that was the best. Let's just act, it's useless to worry about."

"That's right, here's the thing... a little more scared or something"

"No at all?

"Oh, yeah."

A normal lady would be scared, wouldn't she? But exclude me. I don't think Emma or Cecil would be scared either.

Keith seemed to give up saying any more to me when I asked him carelessly if he was being forced to.

No, Irfena doesn't offer you the option to escape even if you're worried. You can't admit defeat, absolutely.

"Were there any precursors?

I feel like the Knights are responding too quickly to the sudden arrival of a giant spider.

If you're normal, don't you need clear evidence that would compel you to come in and investigate or respond quickly?

In my words, Mr. Keith glanced at me and said, "Well, magicians are clever. You notice," he mutters, turning back to me.

"This is, in a way, a disgrace to the Knights. Please don't say anything else."

"I can't."

"It's an instant answer!?

"Because I have to write a report on my journey!

Don't be impotent. Which obliges me to report more than I am involved in.

Exceptionally, there will be silence this time.

"Ahhh... ok, then I can't help it"

Mr. Keith is convinced by the appearance of the word 'report' on top of the bracelet.

Yeah, I can't. I'm more affordable and scared of the Demon King than you are. If you hide it poorly and find out later, it's hard.

"Actually, there were a lot of demons around here until a while ago. The vigilantes and dispatched knights have decreased their numbers and become sedated because of abnormal breeding..."

"Isn't that what you've been running from a giant spider?

"I guess. It's now, I think so. It must have reduced the number of demons by too much."

Yeah, it's definitely a disgrace in a way. Isn't it bad the guys who decided it was an abnormal breeding of demons and reduced the number?

Didn't you just not feed enough, and then there was no more prey, and you certified people as bait?

Forest guards don't recognize ordinary people as bait in the first place. Or you don't know what you can eat.

"I had no choice but to eat and bait certified because I had no food to eat, followed by the discovery of dense areas of bait". I guess that's the case this time.

"At first, we should be careful not to reduce the number too much, but this time it was the cavaliers who were sent... Well, it's the noble brother's foiling mission."

"You've killed them bloody well because it's just gonna be their first assignment and it's easy to take them down. Besides, the villagers would treat me like a hero and I would have felt good.... but stupid."

"Exactly. So the Knights, which is one end of the cause in this case, just have to get the better of it. There's obviously more to it than neglecting to investigate the surrounding situation."

Does this mean Mr. Keith is a knight? Besides, it seems possible to make them take responsibility.

Those young knights are definitely getting some punishment. Of course, I have no sympathy for your overshaken children.

Normally, even if there is a crusade of demons, they will not be wiped out unless there are any circumstances. Because demons can also mean something more than living in the area. Use ferocious animals as bait to reduce numbers, etc.

Forest guards can coexist with people when they can be named that way.

Exceptions exist, however, beyond being organisms. Only in that case did it take the form of a crusade.

It is also true that there is a massive outbreak of demons, but it is also important to find out the cause before exterminating them. If you find out more than you neglected to do that, the Knights will be said to be the cause and criticized.

"Shall I ask Mr. Brain Muscle Aesthetics to do his best to crusade, including returning the stigma? I'll help you."

"What?"

"Mr. Keith, you're knights, aren't you? There are other people who say," Mercenaries or travelers, actually knights. "

……

"You don't have to put it into words. Because I'm just taking it personally."

"Yeah, right."

"Yeah, well, I'm going this way! I'll see you alive -!

"Ha!? Oh, hey, hey!?

That's what I said! and when I raise one hand, I float my body and follow one path.

Mr. Keith, who was distracted for a moment and panicked for the next moment, will let us sicato.

Ask Mr. Keith what it is.

I don't care about the little things. Because what we need to do now is kill spiders.

Let's just finish the spider hunt, Mr. Keith.

The star of the story is a lovely knight, that's what the world wants......!

I'm a discreet sidekick, please!

"In the deep woods I met one beautiful young man..."

That's all I hear, it looks like a fateful encounter that's common in Migawa. Oh, I'm a job changer to heroin!?

... not if you're running away from reality.

What am I supposed to do when I pick up a dying beauty shape?!?

Wait, wait! Not dead? He's not dead, is he?!?

Don't die for me, too, without the spider crusader!

After I broke up with Mr. Keith for a while, I went out to the place where I opened it again. What is it...... obviously there is a sense of fighting.

I don't know if he's been chased or set up, but it looks like he's been in battle with a spider.

That's good, that's good.

Why are you fainting while being pierced by tree branches!?

The companion you found was sitting in the shade of a tree.

A solid branch in a fairly low position - about five centimeters thick, but it seems to be stiff. The tip is slightly protruding from the body - pierced around the lower shoulder and passed out. Maybe this guy is brain muscle aesthetic (tentative).

Luckily I was unhappy or I didn't seem to bleed all at once because I stayed stuck. I guess I avoided fatal injuries because there were no other noticeable traumas.

The scorched tea hair is sarcastic, and the body is a skinny beauty for a knight.

The way you closed your eyes is just sleeping beauty!

……

This is where the beautiful heroine comes in, isn't it? Although the love that comes from it is going to be one way more than the other is a brain muscle.

Well, if you don't treat me, I'll just work on it. The wizard is Mr. Backside.

First, keep Mr. Brain Muscle's body pretty light with gravity reduction. Next pull out the branches...... but pull them out while healing because I have trouble pulling them out all at once and getting a big bleed. I'm glad I lost my mind, it looks pretty painful because I pull it out slowly.

At the same time, the wound is fully healed. Finally, I also keep the antidote magic. There would be no possibility that this would purify the interior.

So, the problem is the blood I lost. I'm obviously pale, so I'll try to force him to take the blood thinner the teacher made me have. I wear these things all the time, and my healing magic is something that explodes my ability to self-heal, so if I let my body absorb the medicine, it would be effective surface. Instead, it's a burden on my body.

By the way, the blood thinner was forced to take it by mouth transfer. Don't even notice.

"I can't do this any more..."

Currently, I have Mr. Brain Muscle Aesthetic in my knee pillow. I raised the temperature around my body to prevent the temperature from dropping, and washed clothes and blood products because it is troublesome for demons and beasts to smell blood.

That's not why the giant spider threat left.

This man was alive because he left this place because of some circumstances. He's likely to come back because he's in a state where he's thrown out the bait.

Ideally, while I support it, it would be best to have this guy take down a giant spider. The face of the knights stands out and I don't have to stand out.

That said, the plan may be a little harsh. You're fainting on top of your pale face. It's suspicious if you can move enough to fight even when you wake up.

There's no choice but to temporarily retreat, leave this man alone in the village and go spider hunting alone?... and so on.

"... who...?

At some point blurred and light purple eyes stared. Oh, it looks cool beauty.

I'm so sorry that I'm the only one in the gallery even though I'm drooling in vain!

I seem to have a sense of injury around moving my arms lightly. He seems to have a clear consciousness.

Huh... are you sure you're okay? Seriously?

It's not that quick to wake up damage, is it?!?

I can't even say the voice of my heart like that.

Shall we just make this place easier?

"Oh, thank you."

"... good morning"

He gave me back to discipline when I gave him an asshole greeting. My gaze is solid now, too.

It's a boulder, is beauty also the law of having to create a show?

I'm concerned about the fact that the guardians look beautiful, but not if I'm confirming that now.

"Mr. Keith was worried."

Having said that, Mr. Brain Muscle Aesthetic closed his eyes to recall after repeated blinks.

"Keith... yes, trying to pull the spider away from the village..."

"The village seems to be fine. Just before I entered the village, Mr. Keith asked me to help him get rid of the spider."

I haven't actually been asked to do that, but I need this guy to work hard for me and for the Knights.

What, knocking down a spider is no different, so no problem.

"My injuries are healing."

"I cured it. I think it will be a while because I let him take the medicinal herbs that have hyperplasia and magically make them work all at once."

"No, you're not so sloppy.... Sorry for the inconvenience."

"Never mind."

Yeah, don't worry about it.

I don't even realize the fact that I'm still knee-pillowed because I'm trying to get you to fight a giant spider.

"If you can move, will you go back to the village? Or."

"There's no place to go back until we take him down."

Brain muscle aesthetic that blocks my words asked preliminarily.

All right, well said! Brain muscle, if you're a hero, you have to be!

Applause in your heart for the brain muscle aesthetic that wakes your body and confirms the surrounding conditions.

Then let me give you a gift in a whisper.

"Lend me your sword. Enhance."

"What? Can you!?

"I'm going to modify the demon, so take it to the grave."

"Thank God! The spider's body was harder than I thought, and this sword didn't make it through."

Apparently, the attack itself was ready. You said, 'The attack didn't go through', so you were able to follow the move.

Then there is plenty of opportunity. Come with technology from different worlds to improve your status!

Improve as you imagined with the sword you were given. I wonder if I should scratch the strength, the cleavage, and the weight.

I really don't think I should change much weight, but I can't help but shake it lightly in my current state.

... the sword of the family heirloom and so much so.

Later the pendant for the addition of the universal junction, which I also gave Mr. Keith. This should be quite counterproductive.

"I'm floating and you're over the spider. From there, not only the support, but the spider's attention."

"Is that possible?

"Demons basically respond to magic, so I think if you use magic, you care about the top with conditional reflexes."

Seriously, this. Humans also sense magical currents, but demons help with wild inquiries and more.

If you magically dazzle me or Mr. Brain Muscle Aesthetic takes on an inevitable attack, the spider's attention is up there. Turn to me.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. I can only use magic, so I can handle Mr. Brain Muscle Aesthetic from anyone.

"Then I shall only consider strengthening myself and defeating the spider."

"Do so. Drop your legs first, and finally your head."

"I got it."

Shortly after we decided on a role and we nodded together...

Giggle, giggle, giggle.

The strangely high voice of 'Something' sounds.

Did you hear a spider? Speak up, huh? and a giant spider appeared before tilting his neck.

So.

You are currently in battle. Oh, my God, brain-muscle aesthetics. Seriously, it's strong!

There should be previous damage, but there's plenty of room to avoid attack!

It's a boulder, brain muscle! I admire in my heart the ease with which you handle me concentrating on the enemy in front of you without even realizing that I am unchanging.

"Wonderful, this cleavage!

... Let's just say I didn't see the color of my eyes and the way I said it was behaving in the cool beauty habit.

It's also my fault that I seem happy. It's okay, I have a pitiful, dedicated escort, so if you say so properly, there's no problem.

I immediately draw the spider's attention as a support from above, as I say.

Brain muscle aesthetics cut the gap for a moment, aiming at the base of the foot. Cut two or three times gives you legs, so you have four more left.

From the top, it looks like the work on dropping the leg is going well because it's very crisp. Yabe, did you get too sharp!?

Of course, I also joined the war from the air. I'm attacking you to the point where you don't leave the 'help' area.

As the spider's red eyes transmit their irritating emotions, they aim for the eyes and tap into the icing magic. The spider's feet, who guessed it, ice depressingly, and Mr. Brain Muscle Aesthetics cuts it to his other legs for a gap where his consciousness is inverted.

Collaboration is perfect. We only think about each other's roles, and we don't have to worry about our people because I'm up there.

Originally, the game was backward support, so it's very easy to understand because you're in a position to look down.

and then.

Are you starting to see tiredness in the boulder? Mr. Brain Muscle Aesthetics kneels. Naturally, the spider shook his legs up for where he was.

... but.

The leg never arrives and is bounced by "something".

"Crisis Hair, I guess"

"hey... when the hell?"

"It's an instant in the application of metastatic magic."

The spider tries to break the junction in critical power, but the junction just makes a murmuring noise. For supporting your body with fewer legs, I guess your powers are shredded.

The all-purpose junction of the pendant I gave it to is also activated, so it's in double strained condition, including mine. You can't break it easily.

Current situation: Me sheltering behind my knee-jerking brain muscle aesthetic to tie the line and confront the spider.

We originally set the line, if only the metastasis would be enough in time.

Positively, it's "A Companion to Save the Crisis of the Leading Role," but the reality lies in "The Mastermind of Running to Follow for Planned Success".

Heh heh, something that makes it easy to kill. Nice guts trying to grandpa my plan, at the spider's minute.

I even smile with such thoughts and look at the spider fangs and red eyes at close range. Then the wild inquiry worked. The spider stopped moving for a moment, and at the next moment, he came to his full strength to crush it.

They only have to kill or be killed. ~ They understand. Finally, I am more dangerous.

For hungry spiders, there is no other way to live than to 'eat us'. If you retreat, you'll starve and you'll be killed, which is why you strip your fangs to live.

That's the same for us. And I have a purpose. I'm greedy to live more than that.

I will never give way to the future. I don't want to decay here.

"Are you okay? Shall I buy you some time?

"No, I've had enough"

"Well, meditate your eyes. Hit me on the shoulder and I'll start."

"What?"

I guess I'm shockingly frowning behind it. Unlike the impression on your face, it's surprisingly emotional, you.

"I will only give out a bead of light that has increased its luminosity for a moment and crush it. I'll turn it off right away, so drop the rest of your legs in that gap."

It's an organism that lives in a dark hole. I don't think I can stand the strong light.

"That's about all right."

"Head immediately if you drop your legs. I'm going inside the spider just in case, and I'm going to shoot some icy magic."

Copy that.

End of operation meeting. Maybe the spider's life is over too.

If you drop your leg, it'll be easier later. Looks like he's got a demon prop for detoxification, and if you watch out for body fluids, he'll have no problem.

Make sure you meditated on your eyes for a moment. Ready, let's go with the last todome, huh?

"That's what I'm gonna do."

So he turns to the red eye in front of him, emits a bead of LED-conscious light, and immediately turns it off. The spider rattled and lowered back, while I slapped my shoulder and moved up again.

Downstairs, spiders were waving their legs. Brain muscle Aesthetics cut off his remaining leg when he turned his foot away easily in an obvious motion that he didn't see.

A spider lands his torso on the ground and still strips his fangs in an attempt to scratch him, but he is cut off twice and three times and ends up severing his head and chest.

Not if you're saying it's gross...... etc. We have to get down there right away and finish the last one.

Reach down on your knees and breathe on your shoulders again, causing Aesthetic Brain Muscle to immediately pass the icing magic from the cutting surface to the inside of both sides.

The contents of the body, even the body fluids, are involved and frozen to crush inside at the same time as they go through the body. The body of the spider, whose feet and head had been dropped by the sword, was doubtless breathless as it slammed inside.

Even spiders. This is a 'demon'. I don't know what state is real death.

Then I crush all possibilities.

There may be eggs inside, they may regenerate and attack, and... even the village could be endangered if it is scattered with poison and other things around it.

So I will not condone how miserable it will be. The slightest possibility is to cover things up easily.

"Good luck"

"... thank you. I couldn't have won without your help."

"Be modest. You're the one who cut off his leg and head."

It will be the Knights who will eventually confirm their death, but from the state of the wounds they will think their companions defeated them with the support of the sorcerer. I don't know unless I dismantle the inside of the spider. The cutting surface is covered in ice and will eventually burn.

It just looks like you shot some icing magic in the incision by the side, so there's no problem with people looking at your memory.

Great job! Now I'm a sidekick. You're the hero, brainmuscle beauty!

"Um... you two knocked it down, huh?

Suddenly looking back at his hung voice, Mr. Keith looks at the body of a spider split in two.

"Your buddy. I'm a support staff member."

"No, nevertheless... you've beaten me well"

"When I reinforced my weapon, he cut me a crisp!

"Oh, yeah. I can easily imagine that."

Yeah, Mr. Keith, who's nodding, says the other road was leading to the nest. They called in a knight from the village saying we should burn him down just in case.

That's right - it's dangerous to use fire in the woods without people who can handle it. There are spider children and things that are troublesome to escape with on fire.

So, he left it to the knights, and then he came over here. I hear. He didn't expect me to be knocking him down, though.

Yes, I need to tell Mr. Keith about Mr. Brain Muscle Aesthetic's condition as well.

"You know what, Mr. Keith? Explaining the situation…"

That's how he conveniently told me how he's been since the body was found.

"Hey, so he just kept his mouth shut!? I passed out after the fight!?

"... eh?

Looking back at the words.

Mr. Brain Muscle Aesthetic rolled in with his sword in his arms. Sorry, I didn't realize!

Mr. Keith, who hastily woke him up, after seeing how he was for a while, said, "You're extremely tired. I won't be awake for a while," he said, leaking a mixed grunt of relief and awkwardness.

Oh, that would knock me out of fatigue......

"It's too much."

Strength. Were you fighting with your strength alone?

You're a kid who gets a fever the next day and falls asleep, brains muscle.

"Do you want to go back to the village for now? Your buddy Keith will carry you as we fly."

"I'm tired of going back and forth with the village, too."

"Well, I'll hold you sideways"

"Excuse me! I'll carry it!

Honest and fine. Sure enough, I'm the one holding the princess in my brain muscle beauty is a visual violence. Black history is confirmed for him as well.

And while it floats, make one suggestion before you forget.

"Oh, if you're going back to the castle to report, you should take one head and one leg. I can use the magic of state preservation."

"Why?

"Who would believe there was such a giant forest guard? Nobles don't feel at risk unless they see it for themselves. Well, if you say," If you get more of this, you'll be able to target more expensive people in search of better quality meat, "then you'll think of measures based on the feeling of self-preservation."

"Young lady... why do you come up with that?

"What we need to do is to use strength and evidence as a basis to threaten... no, it's what we advise!

"You almost said something different now, didn't you? Didn't you say blackmail!?

"Oh, my God, what the hell?"

Come on, Cecil and the others are gonna be worried, and we're just gonna go home, right?