"Ooh, that hurts"

Saying in a low voice, the man in front of him slowly stood up.

"It's different for the kids."

In a voice with different dimensions, the man behind says.

"All of a sudden we're coming from behind. You can try your Lord."

The man in front of him slowly lifted his wand, as he said.

"Well, what can I do for you"

Almark tried to move his body, but he still doesn't even move with one finger. Only my eyes could barely move.

"What is this kid in the first place?"

The man in the back says.

"I don't."

The man in front of me shakes his head.

"suddenly jumped in"

Rotten odor.

Rotten odor.

Rotten odor.

Every time two men open their mouths, there's a rotten odor.

After the missed exchange between us, the man in front of us concludes.

"I'll kill you."

"That's fine."

The man in the back nods lightly, too.

"Because you can't use flashy magic anyway. You can kill him quietly."

"I'll do it."

The man in front of me sticks out his wand.

I'm the one who got hit.

"Whatever you want."

A man in the back slips through the side of Almark to the center of the room.

"We have things to do. We have to do it fast."

"Don't tell me."

Hmm, and a snort and the first man points his wand at Almark.

Shin, the shock.

There was intense pressure on Almark's body, which could not move.

That's from all directions, too.

Pressure is exerted on Almark's entire body, as if gripping paper scraps.

Heavy enough to scream, but Almark can't even raise his voice.

My body twitches.

"Get out of the way. I hate you, kid."

A man laughs as he says so with his cane.

"It feels good. Crush it."

Almark was desperate to move his body in the midst of tremendous intense pain that his consciousness was about to fly.

Move.

Move.

Move, move, move.

But the body still doesn't even move with Pickle.

Conversely, the pressure just gets stronger and stronger.

Here.

Blood runs out of Almark's nose, out of his ears, out of his eyes.

Are you going to get hit by such a bad guy in a place like this?

In this place, will it end?

"Ho. Unexpectedly shaved. Sturdy body."

A man laughs.

It can't end.

Almark remembered strongly.

Move.

Move.

Move, move, move.

Father.

Mother.

Wendy.

Almark calls the names of those close to him.

I can't end this. [M]

Here I am.

But also desperate resistance, consciousness gradually turns away.

It doesn't move.

No matter how much I think about it, my body doesn't even move pickly.

Don't be afraid.

Unexpectedly, the voice of Illmis passes through the back of Almark's brain.

"You're not you that day anymore"

It was a revelation.

That's right.

Almark realizes.

Mage.

I'm a magician.

If your body doesn't move, you can work it out.

Even if your body doesn't move, your mind is free.

Robbing me of my physical freedom will not interfere with my meditation.

We just have to work it out.

Almark stopped the fading consciousness in a critical way.

Focus.

Work out your magic.

I can't be polite. I can't afford that.

But I desperately make a twist.

Flow.

Flow, my magic.

Ugh.

When the twist gets stronger, it impulses Almark's mind as if magic were willing.

With this degree of magic.

Magic screams.

Shall we crush our host with this degree of magic?

Nebulous magic overflows from all over your body.

Shall we deprive our hosts of their freedom with this degree of magic?

Almark's magic pushes back from the inside out the magic of the man who was tying Almark's entire body.

"What is this?"

A man wolfed.

"Is this kid's magic? You're pushing my magic back."

Almark slowly bent his right arm.

Move.

"It's moving."

A man screams.

"What is this kid? This is no joke."

Almark eats up his teeth and takes a step toward the man.

"Even though it's this guy's gate. What is this magic?"

"What are you doing?"

Another man caned towards Almark.

A second magic strikes Almark's body.

Now strong pressure from top to bottom, not all directions.

To a sudden change in direction of force, Almark nodded round his back.

I can't breathe under such intense pressure as to be pressed against the floor.

But on the clap, the stick of the tree that was standing fell down and rolled at Almark's feet.

"No."

A man speaks up.

"At the lad's feet"

I don't know which man I talked to anymore.

Almark looked at the stick.

Luck unlikely to be normal.

But Almark has gone through it many times.

Almark pointed only his eyes at his own partner, the Long Sword.

In that sheath.

I'm sure it's glowing.

My mother's pendant.

Almark summons all the magic in his body.

The magic of two men.

I don't mind.

The magic of Almark's whole body is screaming.

That it is not the number of things, such as this degree of magic.

"There is"

Almark screamed.

Remove the magic of the men and grab the stick.

"Kid, you got it."

A man screams.

"But grab it and do what?"

I don't even know what it is, kid.

"What are you going to do with it?"

There is a mockery in the two words.

I don't know which one is talking anymore.

Seeing that simple pressure couldn't put Almark on hold, the men were trying to prepare for the next magic.

"I had to. Do you want to burn it down?"

"I had to. Chop it up."

... What do you want to do with this?

Almark can keep his nod and focus on his right hand, which grabbed the stick.

Don't you know?

Our northern mercenary son has been in the mood ever since.

No, I've been feeling good before.

What would I do if I had a stick?

What have we been up to? [M]

There's only one thing to do.

Almark could roar again.

If you want to know, I'll tell you.

The magic of your whole body plays, and your body regains complete freedom for a moment.

Almark jumped towards the man in front of him.

Whether that was the first man, or if he came later, I didn't care about that.

Shake the stick horizontally.

A blow of that tremendous speed snapped the man's neck.

"What a savage imitation you are."

Another man screams and hangs his cane.

Pressure strikes Almark again.

Almark exudes all-out magic from his entire body, bouncing back the magic of a man and leaping again.

"Know what it is."

I shook my stick straight down to the brain of the man I was about to say.

Dull feeling.

A man collapses without sound.

Remember that.

Almark thought.

If I have a stick, here's what I'm gonna do.