As Almark rebounded in the air, he landed in water from his feet.
A large splash rises.
Soon, Almark stepped on the sand on the bottom of the water and stood up, spitting out the sea water that had entered his mouth and looking up at the ship.But Gizalte didn't even let her peek.
Damn it.
Almark bit his teeth.
It is not worth looking down on me.So it's not a threat?
Even if he's the one who took his life.
Together with the earlier humiliation, I grabbed the rope ladder with a reflex.
He hung his feet violently and became more calm there.
Wait, wait, wait.
Whether conscious or unconscious, Almark did not leave himself unconscious for a long time.It was one of the wisdom that kept Almark alive until today.
Leave it to your anger and go back to deck.
Can you deal with Gizalte's tread and swordsmanship?
No, no, no.
When Almark takes his hand off the rope ladder, he slowly falls back.
If the opponent is not looking up, it is more convenient.
With his hands wide open, Almark fell back.
Again, a big splash of water. Cover your head with sea water.
Although it was illuminated by the summer sun, the sea water at this time was still cold.
I can see that the head that was heating up with humiliation is rapidly getting cold.
When I get up and wipe the water with both hands, I get a rash from my head again.
Along with the cold air, a cool thought circuit came back.
In the battle from the front, my magic was no match for Gizalte.
Almark admitted it as he dripped water from his hair.
Teachers and friends who have taught Almark magic so far.
Those faces come to mind one after the other.
I'm sorry, Doctor. I'm sorry, guys. Even though you told me so much, I'm such an impudent person. [M]
But my magic still doesn't work for Gizalte.
Regrettably, I admit it.
I had to start there.
Like the warriors of the wreckage, it's not like the opponent who hits and falls.
The opponent is a two-man mercenary who has been on the battlefield in the north.
My immature magic alone cannot defeat me. [M]
Then what should we do?
Almark asks himself.
I no longer had to wear cold water.
The answer came out quickly.
Then you'll have to use your head.
Just like you pulled out that dark sorcerer with your friends.
If you don't have enough power, make up for it with wisdom.
Almark took a big breath and then exhaled long and slowly.
I'm a magician.
I can tell myself that.
If you're a magician, how do you fight?
Watch as it is.
Almark grabbed the rope ladder again.
It wasn't Gizalte who welcomed Almark back on deck.
There were two mercenaries.
"He really came back."
You're right, Commander.
Those two laughing faces had memories as they rolled over.
They were mercenaries of Gizalte, slashed by Almark in the winter mansion.
What happened to Gizalte?
One person answers Almark's question with a distorted mouth.
"I'm bored, so I don't want to deal with kids."
"There's nothing we can do about it. We'll take care of it."
That's what the other one said and pulled out the sword.
"You became a magician? Poor thing."
Without answering, Almark holds Mars' wand.
Seeing them, the two smiles grew.
Well, that's a good idea.
One person says.
"Instead of a sword, you cut a stick."
"I envy you. From now on, I'm going to live a life hidden behind someone's back."
The other one said.
"Sneak out of the shadow of your buddies and scratch their feet."
"I only say it once."
Almark said.
Gizalte! Gizalte!
I told you.
One person took a step to intimidate.
Commander, I'm not dealing with a kid.
At that moment, Almark shook his wand vertically.
Uh-oh
The floor slab at the mercenary's feet that jumped quickly tears apart alongside the burst sound.
"Chi."
The other runs low toward Almark.
Looks like a mercenary in the north, a quick reaction.
But Almark calmed down and waited for it.
Suddenly sparks scattered at the mercenary's feet, just a few steps away from Almark.
Gu?
Almark waves his wand relentlessly horizontally towards the stiff mercenary.
The art of wind cutting.
With the wind that rolled up, there was no sound, and blood danced.
The body of the lost mercenary slowly lays down.
"Fuck you."
Another mercenary screamed and threw something.
At Almark's feet, he was able to make a dry noise by drying the hare nuts and wrapping them in paper.It was a flying tool called cotton balls that the mercenaries preferred for ambushes.
As soon as the scroll popped, a large amount of cotton hair jumped out of it covered Almark's vision.
The mercenaries filled the gap with Almark at once.
Yes, it is.
Almark thought.
You're right.
As Gizalte showed Almark earlier, it was good to say that it was the iron rule when it came to comparing magicians to fixing the distance at once to the distance between their products.
But that's...
Almark turned his back.
That's on the assumption that the magician is lazy.
The deck is stirring. Almark ran like a wind.
A mercenary stomps on Almark, who was supposed to be on the other side of the cotton wool.
Almark wasn't there anymore.
When you kick the floorboard and run like an arrow, you face the mercenary in time.
The mercenary who finally admitted to Almark turned to him, but at that time Almark was waving his staff.
Mercenaries will turn their backs. The wind-cutting technique literally cut the sky.
I didn't have to think about the reason for being avoided.
Because I was seen cutting the necks of my people earlier.
Exactly, a war-torn northern mercenary.I wasn't stupid enough to take my first attack.On the battlefield, we know that those who fail to fix and respond will be killed.
But Almark wasn't in a hurry.It had already been woven to be loved.
Continue, releasing the air blast technique without putting it in your hair.
That said, it's not the same as before, with the magic of special magic in each one.
The goal is not to defeat the opponent.
Stop the opponent. To do this, a large amount of small air bullets are dispersed over a wide area.
The mercenaries could not avoid being blocked from all the space in front of them.He shook his sword with his tongue as if he had been hit by several pebbles.
Stay right there.
Almark shook his wand up from below.
The mercenary's foot leaves the deck floor.
The wind carries the body up into the air. High, high.
Uh-oh.
The mercenaries screamed. So Almark stopped the wind.
Shake down your wand.
There is a wind blowing down from above, and now the mercenaries go down.
Falling from height with momentum.Mercenaries are beaten to the deck without a doubt.
With the dull sound, the deck was shattered and the mercenaries stopped moving.
Almark lowers his staff in front of two unspoken mercenaries.
It has been used.
I feel it in a nervous, numb feeling.
Mercenaries have my magic.
Nothing, magic didn't suddenly improve.Of course, there is a difference in strength between Gizalte and the two of them.But that wasn't all.
The “time” when magic was used was adapted to the air on the battlefield.It was a terribly abstract trick, but only then did Almark's magic work differently.
Suddenly, something like black fog came out of both bodies.
The fog drifted over the body for a while before melting away.
The remains of the other two were not there.However, only pieces of bone with strange patterns remained.
Dark magic.
A magic trick that plays with human remains like a toy.
Almark felt disgusted.
Just like them, Gizalte will return to the shards of bone if he is defeated.
"My men are down."
Almark screamed.
Come out, Gizalte.
"... oh"
From the shadow of the pillars, Gizalte appeared slowly.
Did you take him down?
There was no surprise, Gizalte said.
Don't mourn your men.There was nothing different about it than before.
And suddenly it got stronger.
Gizarte laughs lightly at that.
It's cash.
But when I saw Almark's wand, I was apparently disappointed.
"You still have that kind of stuff?"
"I'm a magician."
Almark answered.
"Whatever you say."
It's boring.
Gizalte spits.
"It's boring, but it can't be helped."
That's how I slowly pulled out my hip sword.
"Well, now I'm really gonna kill you."