This Time, I Became the Fiance of a Duke’s Daughter. But She is Rumored to have Bad Personality, and Ten Years Older

Barnabas, who unleashed his magic, raises his arms wide.

"Run! The magic of Barnabas manipulates the blades of the wind by releasing silly numbers! Ravaged!

"Late!

Even as Adelina's advice flew, Barnabas' arms swung down momentum faster than Jared took action.

There is a fear that the magic of the wind attribute is invisible. But by listening to the chant, it was magic. Barnabas unleashed the magic without chanting. This is nothing to predict.

A swinging arm is pointing at Jared, but then I can only tell that it just comes in a straight line.

If you believe Adelina's words, the wind blade is coming at you. Besides, it's an unusual number. Plus he even says he can manipulate the wind blade.

What a bullshit, and inner poisoning, it interferes with the spirits to create barriers.

"My wind is faster!

Wind attribute magic boasts the fastest of attribute magic when used as an attack. The fire attribute is said to be the best in simple force, but the wind attribute is most scary in some cases where you don't even know that the magic was unleashed until the attack hit.

The local attributes Jared specializes in are excellent in offense but do not have the same speed as the wind attributes. That's why I tried to defend myself with barriers that consumed just magic, not attribute magic -

"Uh-oh!

The blade of invisibility reached the flesh faster than the barrier protected Jared, chopping all over his body.

I raise my voice to the pain, and blood from lacerations sprays from all over my body.

Fortunately, it was fatal.

Wind attribute magic, though the fastest, is still inferior in power. If you can perform chanting and fully incorporate magic, you can also take a blow special, but if the wind blade is unleashed with no chanting, as Barnabas does now, you won't die if you eat it.

But if you eat it again and again, it's dangerous.

"It's a hard barrier for straining it. Only twelve places were wounded. I unleashed fifty blades... but I can't insult you because you're young."

I still can't feel the madness from Barnabas I admire.

I wonder if magic can bring calm back. But I don't care about that. Barnabas, calmed down, found out in just one blow that he was a pain in the ass to deal with.

"I don't think you killed Minotaur to this extent. Plus, I'm having trouble bragging because I've scratched this much. It doesn't hurt at all."

The pain is attacking my whole body, but I step on both legs with all my strength, grinning willingly and standing my middle finger.

"Huh. You're young. But I don't hate that recklessness."

From around the grinning Barnabas, you can hear the wind cutting.

I didn't have to listen and found out he was manipulating the wind blade.

"... can you see?

"Fantastic! Do I look like you, Jared Murphy! Because our wind blades are highly concentrated in magic, those with strong magic can see it. Most of all, what is seen is the loss of visibility specific to the wind attribute, but I can't handle the speed where I see it."

Exactly, but not just visible.

Even at unresponsive speeds, some sort of countermeasure is possible if it is not invisible at all.

Dedicate your magic to the Spirit and borrow your strength. What we seek is the power of the spirits of the local attributes.

Interfering with the spirits who are most compatible with themselves, causing dust.

"... ho"

I get an impressed voice, but now it's a waste of time to be reacting. It's hard to fight a wind blade that you don't know when it will be released, unless you cover yourself.

"High density magical dust or... not a bad decision to make to prevent wind blades. But if it's the density of magic, I'm up there!

Hin, and a wind cutting noise is made and the wind blade is released.

At an untraceable rate, the target should be able to increase the density of dust and defend itself more than he is.

And Jared's thoughts were brilliantly centered.

Wind blades attacking from all directions were defensible with dust. Even attacks coming from blind spots can be prevented all by the aid of winding dust and spirits.

"Do clever imitations. But it's my checkmate."

"What?"

The moment I raised my voice of doubt - Jared is struck by every dust that covers him and blows him wide open.

Consciousness flies at the same time as he crashes into the wall of Adelina's house.

Breaking down the wall and buried in rubble, Jared quickly understood what had happened.

"... you shot a chunk of wind while you were unleashing the wind blade..."

"Correct, Jared Murphy. The battle of magicians is truly simple. By unleashing sorcery on each other, we compete for which one is above the other - a gentleman indeed. But in the last seven years I've learned the real game. Let's do anything dirty or backwards to win. Because winners are everything!

"... I agree"

While buried in rubble, Jared gently slaps the ground.

All the spirits blown together said it was retribution, gaining the magic given to them and turning to attack.

But it's all prevented by Barnabas wind blades.

"Speaking of which, you were also a magician living in action. It didn't seem like you needed an explanation for knowing the taking of life, not magic games. Well, there's still something left to do, even if you're dead. - Ah?

Barnabas' words stopped and Jared hung his lips up.

Laurenz and Adelina, who were watching the battle sideways, look wide open.

"When, as always..."

Obsidian spears were growing from Barnabas' chest.

Tapping the ground again, more obsidian spears are released from behind Barnabas, shooting through his legs, arms and belly.

"I'm not a gentleman magician, am I? I've been exploring your powers. And he knew he couldn't beat me in a head-on fight right now."

Jared doesn't have the strength to destroy Minotaurs alone.

But thanks to Barnabas himself, there was no other way.

"You've been looking down on me the whole time. Understandable. You killed Minotaur, you're definitely stronger than me. But you have too much room, Barnabas. I know you wanted to knock me out of the front and show me your strength, but I'm not going to go out with such a beautiful fight."

When I stand up somewhere with the debris, I smile to provoke it.

Barnabas, vomiting and coughing, slashed off the obsidian spear with a wind blade and stared at Jared in a ghostly shape as he pulled it out of his body.

"... you did it... you did it, kid!

Blowing rationality, Jared grins deeper into the fierce Barnabas.

If fighting properly isn't likely to win, you don't have to fight properly. Honestly, the means of countering Barnabas, who regained reason, was troublesome, but he tried to find a slight chance to win by causing him to lose his sanity again.

And I succeeded.

It means it was worth fighting like a magician with elegance to match Barnabas. He says he learned to fight in action, but the way he fights is too pretty.

Anyone can come up with a little bit of action, such as hiding a chunk of wind from a wind blade and hitting it.

Most of all, it was Jared's miscalculation that he thought he could handle the dust defense until it was blown away, all to attack from behind.

Instead of dividing all magic into defense, they gave it to the spirits and made it attack from behind. At a time when Barnabas was alarmed.

"Dangerous Jared! Avoid it!"

Laurenz's voice sounds and flies to the side reflexively loud.

Something seemed to strike me at the edge of my sight from behind, and at the same time I found a hot pain running down my left arm, slashed and torn. Without Laurenz's voice, he would have had his back pierced.

"What you can do when you can, I can do it."

Despite being pierced through his body, there is a knife floating by Barnabas that attacked Jared now, coming this way so he doesn't feel any pain or anything.

It's manipulated by the wind.

Only a handful of wind attribute mages are allowed to move objects freely by the wind.

I hear that you will need more concentration and magic than you can imagine, but even your own body will be floated by the wind in extreme ways, allowing you to fly.

Barnabas was a better wind attribute mage than I imagined. I'm not specialized in attacks, I'm superior in both technical and mental terms. Now that you have forgotten me in your anger, I cannot help but regret how many magicians you would have been if you had been a court magician and been trained for seven years to be authentic.

"You don't even have to be so proud of attacking from behind...... is that it?

But as far as I'm concerned, the attack is an attack. From behind, there's a way to deal with it.

Jared's vision shook as he attempted to launch a losing and next attack.

It doesn't increase magic, it blinks my vision. You don't have a sense of equilibrium anymore, you don't have the strength in your legs.

I couldn't even afford to reassure them if the spirits nearby gave them a voice that seemed worried.

And Jared fell again in the rubble against his will.