The Peerless Kobold (WN)

A glimpse of the vigilante on the lookout called by the city man talking about something, Rayne, rolled into the cobblestone, stops his hazy consciousness and vomits viciousness so low that he can't hear it.

"Huh... what, I'm doing it, me"

After arriving in the town of Verheim and hearing about the trial at the Vest family mansion, I can't deny that I had the shallow feeling that maybe...

(So, did I forcibly interfere?)

Apologizing in her heart to the two guards involved with a self-derisive look on her face, she gently touches the blue crystal hair clasp presented to her in celebration of her reunion and closes her lid as she ascends to Wang Capital to serve her older childhood tampering.

Around the same time, the preceding Azrites and the rest of the escorts had lost sight of the little Warcraft in a cluttered neighborhood, activating detective magic at the stronghold to explore the surroundings carefully.

"... what do you think?

"Oh, there's a reaction, this is..."

There is another magical reaction like a warcraft that stopped moving on the roof of a house about two miles away and wandering around to explore something.

(Is it the Lesser Bankle that kills breath and lurks, or is it the fox that moves?)

Drawing condensed elements of water (elements) from demonic stones sneaked into the nostalgia by roughly predicted azurites, he builds a magical formula described in his covert reading "Rigid Crushing" to wrap ice magic chills derived from water attributes on both feet covered with shoes for cold protection.

"Just give me a minute!

"What... ugh!?

After traveling to the end of the alley and calling out to the escort, he shows a handsome move that he doesn't think is a magician, and runs up vertically while leaving traces of icing on the wall (after that).

"Oops!

The gloves, which were eventually specially cold treated, also caught cold air, and both hands were frozen to the wall to reach the roof of a city liquor-like building.

Sparing a few disturbed breaths in a series of motions, Azrite quickly looks around to capture the target in range, protruding his right arm and shooting off the speed-oriented, surgically constructed ice magic "Ice Bomb”!

"Kuh!?

Even if the short buzzing Lesser Bankle dodges it at the speed of reaction before it lasts, the perimeter freezes around the point of landing, causing the left foot to wind up, and the limbs are further sealed by an ice bomb released as a chase.

"Quuuuuuuuuuuu!"

"Alright, got him...?

The moment he gently clenched his fist with joy, a silver-haired archer sighted through the roof of the building from the other side pinched by a scratching warcraft and leaping against his back in a hurricane of magical origin.

"Oh, there's more to it than bad!

The foolish Azrites hesitate to fly to the next roof, but the familiar windswordsman slowly reaches beside the frozen little warcraft.

"Khuuuuuu!!

"Is this... the“ meal ”thing in Yamato?"

When I was traveling to the roof for prey and fox, I caught the smell of a warcraft in the wind and hurried over... The Deakbell family's hall of honor showed up and conveniently blocked the movement of the Lesser Bankle with icing magic.

However, the person has a very dissatisfying look and has an awkward atmosphere somewhere.

"I don't know about the sidelines, Lord Archer."

"... because this one's been jammed too, it's mutual."

Because he said, "I don't care more about beasts hungry for accomplishments than hypocrites and proudly bound fools who choose means," such as childhood tampering with long skinny bodies (blazers), I want to emulate this occasion...

I can't deny the feeling of a small bone stabbing me in the throat, and in the meantime, my lord will never shut up and take away my prey.

"Hmm, we can settle this place after a battle, Lord Deekbell."

"... I want to hear it first, what about the Rains?

"Oh, by now, they'll be being cared for by the city vigilantes"

"Well, then I have to work hard too..."

I shrugged and switched consciousness. As soon as he stuck his right arm around the cold air, I ran off the predicted ballistics and flew to the roof in front of me.

If we burst each atmosphere with a burst of air bursts of ice bombs coming from the palms that were followed, a beautiful splash of ice blossomed and scattered in space.

I don't have time to worry about that annoying art, I leap around the next bullet released additionally and fall straight between the walls of the building, jumping at my feet as I kick up the wall along the way.

That's how he went up to the loose roof of the same slope as Lord Deekbell and slammed a spinning kick that stuffed his distance in a breath and had the whirlwind wrapped around him!

"Guh!!

"Huh!?

Though he kicked each of his left arms up in the dust and retracted them, the wrapping cold air instantly freezes to become an impromptu cageman, reducing the power of the kick.

"I've noticed it's a demon costume."

"Ernesta the Storm Witch." I admired it. That's my body. I can't stand the load of the Vajra, but there's plenty to do. "

Lord Deekbell, who fluttered and rocked his body, quickly approached him, strengthening the cold air that wrapped him around his shaft leg and releasing a sharp blow as he froze my foot.

Instantly let the whirlwind wrapped around his left leg blow up the impending cold air, and beat off the rolled right palm bottom, from which a water bullet that suppressed his power was ejected and flowed in the wrong direction.

This one also fights back with his right fist, which hosts a whirlwind in parallel to his defense, but he tangles his left arm and pushes the blow down outward, carving steps in a circular orbit like taking the back.

Shortly after striking the palm bottom out of the foot of the reverse orbit in response to a strange movement, similarly crossing the arms with the opponent who released the palm bottom, the wind and water bullets flew away into the void.