"Cyrill! I'm coming from the left!"
"Leave it to me!"
Responding briefly to Eleanor's warning, Kirill immediately holds his staff up against a new enemy coming from the left.
Incongruity "Penetrating is a fluctuation of a brave knight ---!"
Go through the ground to stop the enemy's feet instead of hitting them directly. When the leading enemy soldier dropped his foot and fell, the soldiers behind him fell along with him. An arrow fired by an ally is released without delay, piercing enemy soldiers who cannot move.
"Cyrill is such a good user."
I muttered as Eleanor watched it.
"I also need to be more creative and practice using magic .... I just wanted to be alive."
The situation with the left army of the Royal Army where Cyril is located is severe. The Triumph troops, which accounted for half of the troops, seemed to have escaped to rescue their headquarters, and the originally inferior situation was leaning further.
Although Kirill is trying to stop magical imperial soldiers in rapid succession, the Royal Army is clearly under pressure. Insufficient avant-garde to stop enemy soldiers, and not enough guards to keep enemy magic and arrows out. Cyrills and magician students were beginning to fall down with arrows.
"Eleanor! I'll move from place to place as soon as I cast the magic! I'll be aimed if I'm standing in the same place!"
Even if it is a rear guard, you must constantly change your standing position so that it does not become a target. This is a matter of course for Kirill, who was immersed in the forest of Caucasus, but it is a difficult requirement for school students who only practice standing up and casting magic.
"I know! That kind of dexterity like Cyrill-!"
Eleanor, who is refuting, wonders. Just as Cyril worried, several arrows struck at Eleanor, who spelled magic and stopped breathing.
Cyrill quickly knits the magic of the physical barrier.
Untitled "The blessing dwelling on the shield is blue ----!"
An arrow was shot with a high pitched sound. The barrier that was triggered by a brief call protects Eleanor as a thin blue film.
"Cyrill! Behind!"
I was relieved only for a moment. Kirill turns to follow Eleanor's line of sight, and sees an arrow flying straight to herself, instantly recognizing her mistake. The enemy wasn't just looking at Eleanor.
The number of flying arrows is three. As expected, Kirill has not enough time to rebuild the physical barrier.
My body moved faster than I thought. Ignoring one of the orbits that will probably deviate, forces one of the potentially fatal ones to twist and escape the course that will pass by in the future.
But that's it. The last one was unlikely to be avoided.
A strange phenomenon occurs when you put your body with your arms just before the eaves.
Light like sand grains spilled out of the surface of the white glove that wrapped Cyril's hands. When the particles of light gather to the front to protect Cyril's body, it changes into a form that combines regular hexagons. It was shaped like a magic or physical barrier, but its color was pure white, like clouds in a clear sky, instead of the purple or blue of the magic barrier.
An arrow fired at Cyril hits the pure white. The next moment, the arrow suddenly disappeared, making the sound of a drop of water falling on a baked iron pan.
"e?"
"Cyrill! Safe !?"
Anxious Eleanor rushes to Cyril who is taken away.
"What is it now? It's a color I've never seen, but it's a barrier magic, right?"
"Eh, oh ... no ..."
Cyril looks at her hand, wrapped in gloves, looking for words to return to Eleanor.
Farewell A pair of white gloves was received from Aldis. Aldis said the gloves had a protective technique. Probably the effect of the pure white barrier that appeared earlier.
Whether it's a one-time use, a reusable one, or how strong the created barrier is. There is nothing to know. What is clear, however, is that they have been saved by these gloves. Despite his heartfelt thanks to Aldis for his valuable gifts, Kirill quickly switches consciousness.
"Okay. No injuries anywhere. Is Eleanor okay?"
"Yes, thanks to Cyrill I was saved."
Nod After confirming that no one is injured, Cyril stands up.
"If you do, you will be targeted again. Let's go back a little and support the avant-garde."
"Okay-but it's been pushed a lot."
Watching around, they retreat in search of a position that is difficult to fire. On the way, as Eleanor spoke, the Royal Army was clearly pushed. Although some Cyrills and some students have held up better than initially expected, how can that affect a large number of people?
By the time the school students had been in the battle for an hour, the fall of the front had become apparent to the untrained eye.
"Is there a withdrawal order or not?"
Rai, wielding his sword to protect Cyril and Eleanor, utters his wishes.
Demolition The avant-garde line, already built by warrior students, was at its best as it prevented enemy soldiers from barely forming groups.
There are only two students around Cyril, Rai and Eleanor, who have descended from the forefront, and barely recognizable faces. Cyril and Eleanor occasionally defend everyone with a barrier from a flying arrow, while intercepting incoming enemy soldiers with magic, while being guarded by two of the same warrior courses as Rye.
While the number of allies decreases, the enemy's momentum only increases. It would be a matter of time before they could be pushed out. It's usually unavoidable that Rai, who is optimistic, speaks weak words.
Although not much time has passed since the battle began in earnest, the fatigue of students who have no practical experience unlike Cyrill cannot be ignored. In fact, Eleanor and the warrior two seem to be moving almost energetically. The only thing left was Cyrille and Ry, who was at the forefront and plucked enemies head on.
There is no sign of withdrawal. Without direct support, Cyrills would be swallowed by the waves of the Imperial Army.
"How long can you hold on?"
At that time, Rai uttered a wind-like sound in the direction of the Imperial Army. Subsequently, a signal bomb was launched in the sky, a magic bullet used as a means of communication on the battlefield. That is three.
What do they indicate from the Imperial Army? Of course, Cyrills can't even know. But what they were instructing. The Cyrils soon knew.
"Don't rush"
Rye glares at the enemy's movements with a tongue mixture.
The rival The enemy soldiers, who had been avoiding the war and staying behind, suddenly began to move and headed for this place. At the same time, the enemy soldiers who were building the front line are also leaving the momentum to increase the offensive pressure.
The previous signal was probably an assault signal. I see that the resistance of the Royal Army has weakened, and I will decide on the game at once.
"I'm going back!"
"where!?"
Eleanor screams at Rye, who claims to retreat.
The surroundings are just enemies. You must break through imperial soldiers to move forward and backward. The rear may still be better than the front, but imperial soldiers may not be as friendly as they can easily withdraw.
"You have to break through to die! The rear right is the thinnest!"
The words from Rai's mouth are almost spiritual. However, that was the current situation of all Cyrills.
"Eleanor, can you run?"
"Run, I'm forced to run, right?"
Eleanor forcibly smiles at her mouth to Cyrill, who talks anxiously.
Meanwhile, the hordes of imperial troops are heading. The earth's smoke had already risen, and the continuous footsteps sounded like the ground.
"Penetrating is the unwavering contradiction of a brave knight --- Rock!"
Rocks Cyrills go underground with the application of rocks, breaking the footholds of enemy soldiers.
“Cyrill!
"It should stop even a little!"
Rai tries to stop, but Kirill exclaims.
Of course I do not stop my feet. While running behind Eleanor, sometimes turning around behind him, he breaks his foothold with rocks. The experience of stopping while running away to the beast opponent in the forest of Caucasus was useful unexpectedly.
"How do you do, run, while the magic is ..."
Eleanor breathlessly murmurs incredibly when she sees Kirill's trick.
Run away from chasing enemy soldiers, eliminating enemy soldiers who block your way. It's not as easy as it sounds. Even more, Cyrills were not the first experienced mercenaries to experience war, but the first students to participate in the war. No matter how far Rai's fighting skills are at the forefront of the student, or even if there is Kirill's magic to disturb the rear, it still does not match the violence.
"I'll be chased and stuck ..."
A warrior student guarding behind Cyrillus has communicated despair in plain language.
Of course, Cyril understands the situation without being told. A group of enemy soldiers approaching each time they release a “rock” at their foot. The distance had already shrunk so that the faces could be distinguished.
I can't escape.
At that time, countless flowers suddenly bloomed on the battlefield.
The flower emits tremendous heat and light, reminiscent of a burning hell, and burns down a dense zone of imperial soldiers with a roar that destroys everything. The bloom of red flowers blooming on the overwhelming battlefield has led to the death of a terminal soldier who has no defenses against magic, soon tormented.
The blistering flame ignites soldiers within a radius of about 10 meters and burns. A soldier whose whole body had been burnt down and fell, and a subsequent soldier, witnessing the situation, trembled and stopped.
The battlefield, which had previously been impregnated with the overwhelming offensive of the Imperial Army, instantly changes the atmosphere. Enemy and ally soldiers and students fuss over the extraordinary violence that suddenly appeared.
Eleanor described the true identity of the flower in language as both sides were embarrassed and buzzed.
Purgatory flame "" ... but how many at once ... "
Purgatory Flame The “” released in an instant exceeds the number of tens even at a glance. That is equivalent to the appearance of more than twenty first-class sorcerers.
"Is reinforcements coming?"
One of the warrior students spoke with great hope.
Certainly you would think so. Purgatory's Flame [] is undoubtedly an ally, as it only targets Imperial soldiers. It is natural to consider reinforcements. The fact that there are more than 20 sorcerers who can use advanced magic is expected to have a considerable amount of reinforcements.
But another answer came to mind in Cyril's mind.
There are not many sorcerers who can use advanced magic in the Royal Army today. Whether there are fifty people in all forces.
Half of them will be in the military, and not all of the remaining half will be in service. Even if you were in service, most would be in your headquarters or main force. It is unlikely that militia and student soldiers would bring such a valuable force, a magician, to rescue the main left wing.
If not the Royal Army sorcerers, who cast the magic? Did that number of people be outside the regular army?
No, we don't need the number.
Cyril knows.
A skilled magician can exercise multiple magics at the same time.
Jitsu Operate and release advanced magic without chanting, but that it exists in this world.
The existence and the name of a person who can easily do that.
On the side of Eleanors who are delighted that reinforcements have arrived, Cyril suddenly realizes that there are different possibilities. A man who appeared out of nowhere made a slight noise and descended right next to Cyril.
In this reassuring atmosphere, Cyril, who had a feeling of relief for the first time since coming to the battlefield, knew that her expectations were correct.
"Are you alive? Well done."
The words he put on his hands on Cyril's shoulders reminded him of the warmth of a joyful disciple.
When Cyril sees the figure, she tries to hold back her unspoken emotions and breathes in as soon as her lungs burst. At the time the air that had lost its place was exhaled, Cyril could only speak of the person in front of him.
"-Aldis!"