"I'm losing."
Wallis's straight face twisted regretfully.
"Did I step into a trap on my own?"
Wallis echoed Philack's words.
You drowned yourself in your own knowledge and exposed your uncle.
Saying that, I touched one of the ice spears that pierced my body.
"Silver Filak. It seems that I've gained the significance of seeing you."
I see.
Filak's voice answered.
"Your talent is certainly isolated." But a man cannot live by his talent alone. "
There was a slight feeling of pity in her voice.
"Even with all the talent that is overflowing, I will finish my life without letting it live on. I have seen many such boring people. You're one of them."
Filak's voice echoed solemnly.
"Farewell, Wallis. Cum with regret."
Around you, huh?
A red stream of blood flowed from Wallis's mouth. Wallis muttered.
"It's a good admonition."
A commandment?
Filak's voice laughed gently.
"You don't have to admonish yourself anymore." You're going to die here. "
That's right.
Wallis smiled.
"I will be shattered in this place."
What?
If you call that death, then yes.
At the same time, Wallis' body lost its color.
Glossy blonde hair, robe and flowing blood will all disappear.
Ice.
In an instant, Wallis was turning into an ice doll.
"I tried the same thing you did."
In a cool voice, Wallis appeared at the entrance of the hall.
"Didn't you notice? The colour of the shadows would have been light."
Wallis said.
"Yeah, I'm dead."
Along with his mocking voice, the crushing sound of ice echoed through the hall.
The ice statue that was Wallis was shattered.
"You fucked me, you fucked me."
Filak's voice warped in amazement.
With the unparalleled magic of ice.
"You really showed me in front of my eyes." I thought it would be rude if I didn't imitate you. "
In a nutshell, Wallis stepped on the ice tile in the hall.
Without showing any signs of confusion, he stepped on the blue shining tile and proceeded through the hall.
“Thank you, I've learned a new trick to the magic of ice.”
"Are you trying to say you've learned?"
Filak moaned.
"I just saw the magic of my ice."
"You must have talked about it earlier. Have you forgotten?"
Wallis stepped on the tile of blue light and followed the spelling of "king."
“Listen to the one and know the ten thousand. That's who I am."
The words were utterly exaggerated to Philippe.
In the silence, only the mild footsteps of Wallis echoed.
"I told you, too."
At last, Filak said.
"That's not what people do."
But I'm here.
Wallis' answer was clear.
"Here's a man named me."
"Who are you?"
Philak asked, moaning.
"Wallis, what the hell are you?"
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When Wallis stopped in front of the crowned pedestal, where his counterpart had mistakenly stood earlier, he stepped to the left without hesitation.
Ice tiles shine blue.
Wallis stepped on the tile as it circled the pedestal.
All the tiles greeted Wallis with blue light.
Finally, turning the tiles that reached the pedestal to blue, Wallis took the crown.
Crown of Ice, huh?
As they say, the crowns were all made of ice.
Wallis held it in his hands and stared at it for a moment.
It suddenly sounded puffy and dry.
The crown was shattered in Wallis' hands.
It's not magic.
He crushed the crown with a skill that did not suit his graceful appearance.
A sharp fragment splashed across Wallis's palm and a stream of red blood flowed out.
Who would have decided that someone wearing such a thing would be noble?
Wallis said.
"The blood flowing into a person's body is noble." It's all the same red blood. "
Wallis waved his hands and scattered pieces of the crown across the floor. The beat was splashed on the floor with red blood on the spot.
"I don't know why you're angry with the crown." How do you feel about the King? "
Filak's voice said.
"But even if it's made out of ice, you made the wrong choice." The word "king" misled you. "
Wallis saw the void with his sharp eyes at the words. But it is immediately hidden by an elegant smile.
Usually, I would clearly deny that it was different, and refute it so much that there was no room for disagreement.
Wallis gave a grim smile to his mouth.
"I'm alone today." Well, that's fine. Sometimes it's not bad to admit your mistakes. "
Then, I turned to the passage leading into the back of the hall.
Is this labyrinth still going on?
"Of course."
Filak's voice answered.
"So far, it's just a petty trick." From now on, it's finally time to do it. "
But Philak's words were interrupted.
Wallis suddenly rolled up his robe's sleeve and exposed his right upper arm.
"... what is that?"
said Philippe.
"Well, the scar is disastrous."
Wallis' right upper arm had an ugly, twitching scar. It looked like the face of a monster screaming evil if I changed my mind.
"I'm sorry."
Wallis said.
"Like I said, I'm in a bit of a hurry." Your classmates' lives are at stake because of a poor dark sorcerer. ”
The scar on my arm was so stupid.
It was as if an evil monster had a cruel smile on its face.
"One commandment a day is enough." I got what I learned today. If I had more time, I could have enjoyed this labyrinth in all its corners. "
That said, Wallis's smiling body was wrapped in a completely different power than before.
Wallis' sharpened magic power had been overwhelming for a while, but this power was no longer the same dimension.
Is it darkness?
Filak moaned.
You're already in the dark, aren't you?
"Who are you talking to?"
Wallis' cool smile interspersed with evil signs.
"You're being invaded?" I'll do it. "
The next moment, the darkness scattered all around.
Dark enough to cover the surroundings. Sharp sounds echo everywhere.
The sound of ice shattering.
Walls. Floors. Ceilings.
All the ice around them was shattered into darkness.
"The ice games are over."
Wallis said.
"Don't use your magic power for anything extra." This is a great opportunity. "
The Ice Palace is devouring the darkness. Among them, Wallis laughed happily alone.
"Silver Filak, the stone sorcerer." If you don't want to defeat me, you have to do everything you can. "