The World of Masks

Callie looks at the man walking ahead. I see a huge back that is completely different from that of a woman. It was like expressing the word trust. How long has it been since I received such a one-sided favor? At least not recently. At first I was wary of the fact that he was a player, but the man in front of me did not abandon himself while saving himself from a crisis and running from others. Prince Charming. The word didn't fit so well.

"What kind of magic does Callie use, anyway?"

Callie was furious with the sudden question. Jack turns his head and looks at himself with a nice smile.

"What · · · · · · · · · · · · · magic?"

"This is the magic that Callie learned. Isn't there some kind of mainstream magic? We have a good chance of fighting those who are after us, so we need to know each other's traits and be prepared in advance."

Callie's body trembles with the word "fighting." If we are to fight again, it is already the third time we encounter those who use firearms. I wanted to run away again, but I didn't think it would be easy.

"It's Wind-System magic."

"Wind system? Magic with the wind?"

"Yes."

Jack loses his horse. I thought you were learning magic that was vulnerable to long-range firearms attacks because you just sat there with nothing to shoot and shoot. One of the most influential factors in sniping is wind. But this woman had the most powerful response to the sniper and was unprepared.

'No, let's stay calm. You may not be able to use strong magic just yet because you're a few levels away.'

Not all snipers fail because the wind blows hard. That side needs the help of a skill. It may not be enough just to blow the wind hard.

'But I'm sure a good hand is in hand.'

If there is a breeze in the forest that is a bad shooting environment, the accuracy will fall sharply.

"How high is the level?"

"It's 16."

The eyes in the mask frown slightly. It's too low. Jack's own level is only somewhat high at Callie's level, but there's nothing odd about him being called a monster already. Jack asked with last hope.

"What is your skill level? Is it high?"

Maybe Jack's disappointment has been conveyed. Callie's voice narrows. The level that sounded as small as that voice was miserable. Jack has lost his words for a moment. I shut my mouth for a moment and sigh softly.

'Let's think this through. Still better than those three mercenaries.'

I was encouraged by the possibility of twisting the sniper's trajectory with the wind.

However, when Jack was disappointed, the agitated callie opened her mouth cautiously.

"Low skill level, but power will be fine."

Then, you squirm as if you're thinking about it again, and give me the staff you're holding.

"This, because it's a magic wand, increases the power of magic a lot."

It was that unique magic wand that used to make Callie recognize it all at once. You feel the eyes of the beast biting on the bead, hanging from the head of the staff, slyly shining. Jack looks at the staff with his hands on his chin. Despite the Wizard's mental strength, how he survived so far seems to have a good item.

"Hmm. Let's see how powerful it is." "

Jack turns his head and looks back.

"We've finally come up with a good subject."

"To?"

Bang!

As if answering Callie's question, a loud noise came from some distance. Callie quickly turns her head. In the forest, the silhouette of the living grows up.

Bang, bang!

A monster walks out of the forest like a scene from a horror movie. A lot of little protrusions appeared on the gray skin, and a sharp fang was glimpsed on the spitting mouth. It was a dry body with ribs visible, but the appearance of muscles that seemed meaningful on the skin of the arms and thighs indicated that this monster was never a weak carnivore.

Kuooooooo!

The monsters checking on Jack and Callie cry out. Enemies are drawn to the brain. The monster rushed towards the two of them, without a word.

"I'll defend myself first. You won't have to defend your warrior's teeth if you invest heavily in strength like this. I want you to show Callie her magic."

Jack raises his shield. It was an ordinary shield, not an ignorant shield that prevented the artillery. However, the shield that the average person was holding was large enough to look ignorant.

The monster in front of him was a familiar one. I've dealt with monsters called Grandel on my way down to the south. Jack was a spacious catcher who didn't have to put all his strength into it.

Jack urges Callie in the back. In order to deal with the people we're tracking now, we need to figure out what kind of magic Callie uses and devise a strategy. That's why they're doing things like party hunting at some risk while being chased. Otherwise, the monster in front of you would have gone forward as quickly as possible.

You hear a murmuring from behind. He seemed to be chanting a spell. Like Samantha's, Jack was a strange alien language he could never comprehend.

"Unexpectedly calm. '

It was completely different from the unreliable appearance so far. It was a surprising look for Jack, who expected him to whine, saying he was scared as he trembled less.

The monster lunges at Jack and Callie with a loud footstep. It was disgusting to run away from the fear and drool. It was when Jack's face frowned slightly into the mask.

"Expression."

Shhh!

A wave echoes with a small voice. Jack feels a ripple of wind passing by him. Thought the distant distances were like the vibrations of the air shaking as small as the spring wind, but the results were completely different.

Fighting.

The tightly compressed air cracked the monster's skin. The flesh was torn and blood spurted out. The monster cries out in pain. But the attack did not stop.

Shhh! Shhh!

The wind passes by Jack in succession. The skin cracks and a red flower blooms in unilateral attacks spilling from a distance. The monster crumbles and crumbles. Shortly after, the monster breathes heavily and falls back.

"Well, what do you think?"

I submit the exam and return it in a tense voice like an apprentice waiting for the results. Jack walks to the corpse of the monster without a word. I touched the corpse with my feet. I didn't even know if I was completely out of breath. Jack kneels on one knee and examines the corpse. Blood was thick and pouring down from the wound.

'I cut off the bridge first.'

If you can't get your opponent to death or incapacitation in one shot, the best thing to do is to cut mobility. Especially for those who have no attack means but to charge and smash with their bodies, like this monster.

'There was an attack on the critical area one by one.'

As Jack hunts monsters after killing humans, he knows roughly where it's important and where it's vulnerable. In Jack's eyes, the monster's wounds were critical, one by one.

"Oh, is that bad?"

You hear hesitation. Jack shakes his head with a smile on his mouth, which is the only thing on his face.

"No, I'm just a little surprised that you're doing better than I thought."

"Thank goodness."

It was like blowing away Callie's worries, worrying that she might be left behind because of her incompetence.

"But I have one question. Did you just use Attack Magic to automatically lock on an opponent's attack area when activating a skill?"

"Eh? No. I'm assigning body parts to attack targets."

"I see."

Well, then that rigorously calculated attack means Callie did it herself.

'Weak for things like bursts and variables, but strong for a frontal battle.'

Jack has drastically revised his assessment of Callie. When I thought about it, I was very calm when I asked the monsters to attack.

'Well, anyone who has come this far from the Holy Neutral City would not have survived with any luck.'

Problem is, Jack turns his head again and looks at the corpse of the fallen monster. I got a clean slate. But I noticed a scar that I didn't need anywhere else. A mistake? But the wounds were too far apart from the main point to say they flew in the wrong direction. That said, Callie launched a random attack, which resulted in a critical cut.

Jack turns to Callie. He was writhing like a puppy waiting for praise. Look back at the monster's corpse. A few more maggots on a corpse. No matter how much I looked, it was a doubtful wound that it was caused by a mistake or brute force. No, rather.

I think I'm playing with it subconsciously. '

Perhaps we should reconsider Callie's personality.