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

More magic concentrates on both arms raised.

It draws strength from the local attribute spirits and enhances their more powerful magic.

"Take it, this magic that was said to be the most powerful of the local attributes..."

"Funny. Then I will answer with the most powerful magic of the wind attributes, which has slaughtered even Minotaur."

Barnabas made his way to Jared to thrust out his right arm, which was alive, and boosted his magic.

Barnabas growls for the sole purpose of killing the enemy in front of him, not thinking about doing anything about it.

Around him I could see not only the rising magic, but also the wind spirits being forced to pull by the magic.

Unlike Jared and the Earth Spirit, my chest aches over a sad relationship that is not a cooperative relationship, but just dominated by power.

Many magicians cannot see the spirits, hear their voices, and interfere. An arrogant sorcerer who assumes that if he had magic on the one hand, he could exercise magic was the modern sorcerer. I don't want to lose to such a mage.

Magic is gaining strength, but health is at its limit. I can rely on all the magic that's overflowing to fight, but if I unleash the magic that's this bump production, I'm sure I won't even be able to stand.

But if you can defeat Barnabas, that's fine.

Victory and return to your loved ones.

With all his strength, he shook his arms down.

- The cry of the dragon.

The heightened magic and earth spirits are unleashed together.

The magic swirls and petrifies everything to Barnabas.

"Take it - Frenzy Dance"

Released from the Barnabas was a flock of wind blades wrapped around a hundred excellent flames.

Instead of being released upright, the wind blade released in all directions strikes Jared from overhead and from rear.

A flaming wind blade slashes and tears his back, his legs, his shoulders, his arms, and blood.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Indulge in pain and concentrate all nerves on the spiral of magic unleashed.

I gave up the attack from behind, which is completely defenseless. Let's take it spoiled. If only Barnabas could be defeated.

Barnabas laughed when he saw Jared sprinkling blood.

At the same time, I knew it would be over there early if I unleashed magic. The miscalculation was that Barnabas, who was supposed to be a wind attribute mage, manipulated the flames. But that's not a big deal either.

What has struck me from the rear is probably an attack to stop the movement. Now, the rest of the wind blade is coming from the front.

But I believe that attack will never arrive.

"It's my win! The flames and the wind will kill you!

Barnabas, convinced of the victory, screams with a distorted grin. But he froze with a grin.

"What, to?

The vision of Barnabas, whose words were briefly questioned, showed the sight of a wind blade that was supposed to reach Jared petrifying and falling to the ground.

Everything caught in the vortex of magic, without exception, petrifies equally.

Barnabas' instinct sounded the warning gold and built a wind wall. But even its wind walls are petrified, making noises and crushing them.

"Oh no, silly......"

A vortex of magic reaches Barnabas and the toe makes a noise and petrifies it.

"This isn't happening!

Petrified to the knee, unable to move.

Barnabas, who is no longer even enemies of fleeing, but he cannot even think about fleeing.

All thought was poured into the flesh that was going to become stone.

"Do you know what you've done! This was lost hundreds of years ago - petrified magic!

The lower body is finished petrifying and the erosion of petrification soaks up to the abdomen.

Deliver it to your chest and you will stop breathing.

Still, Barnabas doesn't even show fear. No, I have too many questions about you as a magician over fear.

"Jared Murphy! Where and how did a child like you find out about this sorcery! With all this power, how could you..."

"I don't have an in-laws to answer you. Barnabas Kaif - you were a great magician. But that sin, which stepped off the road and killed innocent people, is heavy"

"Stop -"

"Petrified sorcery is not stone sorcery. It's a magic trick to turn it into stone and kill it. Apologize to those who have taken their lives in a consciousness without suffering, but without interruption until they are finished petrifying."

"Don't be ridiculous! There's no way I'm going to die here! He even slaughtered Minotaurs! I must also kill the court magician and regain my glory as a new court magician!

Barnabas keeps screaming as the petrification reaches his chest.

Once released, petrified magic cannot even be stopped by Jared.

As we slowly petrify, Barnabas continues to spit and vomit resentment.

Petrification spread and even arms were fossilized.

It was only his neck, Barnabas began to shake his eyes in despair.

I guess I figured out I couldn't stand it anymore. It's too late to resist. We should have done something about petrification, faster than bumping into anger.

"By the way, die, hey..."

"Goodbye, Barnabas Kaif"

A sad young man who is a brilliant magician but has driven his life crazy and fallen into revenge.

If Count Brawell hadn't fallen on him for his son, if Adelina Bishoff had had any courage to resist the aristocracy, he might have devoted and contributed to the country as a court magician.

But there's no "what if" in life.

He was a victim, but he was spoiled for being a victim and created evil deeds as absolution marks.

Even though I could look back on my surroundings and once again aspire to be a court magician, I really chose the cheap path of revenge.

I know how you feel. Also understandable. But I just don't want to understand that you killed someone irrelevant.

Barnabas' body, all petrified from head to toe, slowly leaned backwards.

Soon after he stopped, he made a noise and hit the ground. His body smashes unbroken.

"Barnabas Kaif, I will never forget you. Please rest in peace after death."

I hear the post-mortem world is equal. Then forget all the resentment and vengeance. I want you to be calm.

I hope that the souls of the victims killed by him will also be at peace.

Jared offered a brief silence as he turned his sad eyes to the shattered and scattered Barnabas.

But without keeping his eyes open, Jared fell to the ground again.