The Magus of Genesis

No, why are you so surprised?

Sig told me half of the time, not saying a word of surprise.

"'Cause, you, why..."

"We'll talk later. They have to do something."

The rats had almost halved in the Sigs' attack earlier, but reinforcements had sprung up from nowhere. How many tens of thousands are there?

"Doctor, will you put out the fire? Just a spell verse or so."

"Fire...... is this okay?

"Thanks."

When he floated a flame over his palm as he was told, Sig suddenly stuck his hand in that fire.

"Sig!?

"Red things, hot things, flames that burn everything. Follow my hand and be a sword."

Slip, and Sig's hand drags the flame out. When I stroked it with my other hand and put it in the shape of a bar, it fit in that hand in a sword-like fashion as he chanted it.

"Here. Help Yuki, too."

"Uh, wah, uh-huh."

Handing the sword to Yuki, Sig turns his heel and confronts the rats.

"Bye...... brother. Well, I'm glad you let me go."

"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry!

I panicked and opened my arms when I realized I had left Yuki in my arms.

I'll be right back.

Yuki laughed at Nicole and me, and as soon as she tightened her expression to something serious, she ran out to the rats with the blazing sword.

"Hey Sig, which is this, blade muscle!?

"There's no way there's such a thing in the fire, swing whatever you want"

"Even if you put it that way......!

That's when the rat jumps high and hits Yuki, and she waves her sword to cut it off reflexively.

As soon as I wondered if the sword had stretched as long as a whip, I licked the ground like a giant snake and burned every mouse that was on the extension line.

"Wow, that's Dr. Boulder's fire. Amazing power."

"I can't use such a dangerous weapon!?

Yuki raised her voice like a scream at the flames that stretched beyond the horizon, albeit for a moment.

"I can use it. It's a sword made of a teacher's flame, because you're a sword ministry."

But Sig answers that as a matter of course. Yuki stared at the sword relieved and eventually nodded.

"Okay. I'll leave your back to you.... Lynn!

"Yes, yes, yes! There's a fire somewhere!

A huge blast of flames emanates from the mermaid's fingertips along with a good economic buzz.

"Be my spear, O thou, and destroy his people!

When Sig grabbed it in the air, he stretched it round like clay, turned it into a single spear and threw it away. pierced in the midst of a swarm of rats. It regains its properties as the original flame when it crooks, scattering high heat of destruction around it.

"You're me, I'm you. Bark, run, chase, it's time for work, Impact Master!

The shadow of Luca, lit by flames, rose many with swelling and thickness with the spell. It rushes to pieces, gathering them together in one place as they chase the rats scattered around trying to escape the flames with four legs. When the figure, stained in black, opened his hands wide, it became an afternoon with ten fangs and stabbed and pierced the mice. It's like a real wolf...... no, it's more like a beast than that.

"You can't let me go there."

Mr. Purple turns his supple hand to the rats who escape by poking a gap in the siege. Though from its fingertips the thorny crawl of twigs stretched and pierced the ground, several twigs jumped out of the feet of the mice and tore their bodies to pieces. When he suddenly jumped out of the ground, it was impossible even with the agility of the mice to squeeze the tentacles.

"Yeah, I'm getting used to it!

Yuki's swinging flaming sword freely changes its length to ensure that rats in both proximity are captured and burned down. As she stood at the center of the battlefield, she did not lean on a rat's mess aimed at her companions concentrating on magical control, but let them cut it off.

Luca sets the scene, Lynn creates the trigger, and Sig forms and treats it. Yuki supports each of them with a detailed follow-up as Mr. Purple watches over the whole thing.

- That was like, a sight reminiscent of a classroom once.

"If that's the case, you don't have to help. Easy."

With a deep breath, Nina says that.

"I can't help you, not the mistake of?

"Shut up."

If you slap her lightly by accident, Nina answers flashly.

It's not like she's skipping anything not joining the fight. Because he was treating Amaga. The magic of healing wounds is extremely difficult. It required both strong magical power and delicate control, and it was about Nina who could use this to the practical extent.

Do it to her, if I heal as many wounds as Amaga did earlier, I won't be able to get one of the flames out for a while.

"Thank you, Dr. Nina."

"Yes, yes, that's fine. You have to protect us."

Nina waved depressingly at Amata, who lowered her head deeply.

A man who can't move with a broken leg and a woman who's out of magic. There's no way the rats miss such understandable prey.

Amata had cut the whole thing off with a stone sword with her head down. I don't know how the hell it is, but it's happening right in front of me. Even he would be quite tired, but he still has this move. There was nothing but a bouldering contemporary sword club.

"Wait!"

Whether you viewed the war situation as unfavourable, the white rat screams.

"Are you forgetting? That the eagles are stockpiling your countrymen."

"Reserve………?

Approximately guessed what was going on with that ominous sound, Sig stops the hand perfectly.

"That's right. If you want to attack the eagles any more, the eagles need all the food they need."

"Does that bitchiness mean this?

It was the opposite thick, low voice that blocked the voice of the high white rat.

"- Mr. Beor!? Why!?"

Each of those four lush arms raised the villagers, and it was Mr. Beor, the chief of the Lizardmans, who stood all wounded but ambitious.

"I can't say everyone... but you're safe. Don't worry, Doctor."

Luca's father, Tauro, smiles flashly, pulling the carrier with the sick people on it.

"Show me the wound. I'll treat you now."

And even Mr. Yellow Green, the elf, came and wrapped a yellow green leaf around my leg.

They're not the only ones. Lizardman's clan, Luca's sisters, even stranger elves, keep coming. They were all more or less wounded and they were fighting the rats.

"Everyone, why…………?

"Why?

Sig is good at answering me when I squeal.

"No, you don't! I brought you here!

"But... how the hell?

If you think about it, it's obviously odd to have Lynn.

I almost flew straight here after I broke up with her. You can't be here right now if you can't travel as fast as my wings.

"I'll teach you Tane now."

Sig says, turning back to the white rat.

Let's make a deal.

"What deal?

The white rat asks Sig, who stumbled out to say so.

"The king with the spear offered his right eye and gained wisdom"

"……… What are you talking about?

With the rat, I also tilted my inner neck.

"The mermaid princess offered her voice and got her legs"

But when I hear the next passage, I realize.

No. This is not a call to rats.

"My offer is two arms. No fingers, no elbows, but in exchange for my proud arm."

- It's a chant of a spell.

"Give me the power to run freely through the sky!

Sig's upper arm, with the tip missing from his elbow, spreads out in a crisp sound.

It was a wing. Not wings with wings like birds. Like a bat - no.

Those are indisputable, dragon wings!

As he clasped his wings, he danced through the universe at an arrow-like speed.

Then he plunges into the horde of rats, grabs the white rat with the sharpness of a raptor, and comes back here.

That figure deserves to be called Dragon Man (Draconut) rather than Lizard Man (Lizard Man).

"Now, Doctor. What are we gonna do with this guy?

Caught in Sig's hand, the white rat no longer noticed or even rumbled at me just staring at me with those red eyes.

"…… Right."

I answered after a bit of trouble.

"If you answer my question and promise not to get your hands on this village any more, I'll miss you"

"You, over this period......!

Eat and hang Nina with your arms and make eye contact. Then she glanced at me with dissatisfaction, but she couldn't help but hold the spear. I won't forgive you if I make a disposition that I'm not convinced to go, but it's a bad face.

"Understood."

"Well, that's a question."

Seeing a white rat nodding in Sig's hand, I inquire.

"Algernon said he was the only one who could talk. Is that true?

"Affirms"

"So, are there any other rats you can talk to now?

"None"

Perhaps that's not a lie. Rather than say... the rats, they don't lie.

Somehow, I felt that way.

Because lying is what you lie about to fool the other person.

In order to trick them, you have to understand what they think.

I'm sure the rats can predict what we're thinking, but they don't understand.

so that we don't understand their thoughts.

"How many rats can you talk to after you die?

"The hell."

- Yahari.

"What's the meaning of this?

Nina frowned at the contradictory answer of the white mouse. Even though there are no rats who can talk but white rats, there are even rats who can talk after he dies. Normally, that's a strange thing.

But I was wondering what it could possibly be.

"It's a group. They are all one creature."

So they are not afraid of death, and rats with the function of speech are good as a whole.

Don't be afraid of people cutting their hair so they only have one talking mouth.

"Affirms"

Perhaps even killing this white rat is just another story of a new white rat being born.

So even if you're the only rat, you're not the leader.

"So I'm sure... it's pointless to kill all the rats in this room."

"Affirms"

If we want to defeat this rat in a real way, we have to destroy it all.... but I didn't think that was possible.

They are not stupid.

The minimum number of individuals would be left in a completely different place.

I don't know how much, but they share memories.

Our power was analyzed in this battle.

And now they're attacking us by accumulating the power to win for sure.

"That's enough to ask. At the very least, let me reduce the number. … as far as possible, so that the days that come backwards"

I created a mass of flames and floated over the surviving rats.

"You said you'd miss it."

"Oh. I told you. I guess there's still a few left somewhere, huh? It misses."

To be precise, we have to miss it. I don't know where he is, because it's impossible to find a few little rats.

With this, Leo will be able to establish himself as the fourth faction in the current three-ways succession war.

The white mouse tells me not to absurd my voice, nor to criticize me, but just to whine.

"I see."

It sounded so ominous than anger and resentment - the rats burned out without leaving it.