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

Pfile, along with Flames, was at the training ground at Weathered Royal School.

It's not popular and there's no harm being done somewhere if the two of them fight thanks to the defensive wall that surrounds the wide training ground.

"Ha, you're a lot more of a drunk to fight in here, too"

"I'm not going to take it easy with you. Let's settle this, Flames."

"... I've never liked the way I looked down on someone like you!

Make a sound and Flames' magic will be converted into flames.

The heat wave that burns the pufile strikes, but he is flat without setting himself up. But that figure unnecessarily stirs Flames' anger.

"I'll ash you!

Chained to Flames' wrath, Pfile strikes Pfile as if the flame were willing, but Pfile uses his own foot without panic.

Only to be chosen as Vault Toyfel's successor, Flames' firepower is considerable. But it doesn't make sense if you don't hit it. We can't avoid it with a single piece of paper because the heat waves are coming at us, but that's all we're talking about.

It's not scary if you're prepared to burn.

"You're choking!

"You're getting too emotional. Wahash was always there for you."

"Hey Ka Ra, I don't care why you're wahash anymore!

If more than one flame struck the snake and killed him, he stopped moving and set a bow and shot an arrow.

If the arrow touches the flame, it will definitely turn into ash. But the arrows released reach Flames to sew between them, without touching the flames, and shoot through his chest.

"Um, come on, you can't die just because one arrow stabbed you. I know the poison you're painting on the arrow doesn't work on me either, and you, what do you want?

Even when I saw Flames pulling an arrow out of his chest and flat, Pfile never changed his expression.

Everything was supposed to happen. Flames' strength and movement have not changed anything from what Pfile knows.

"Enough. Okay."

"Oh?"

Pfile, who shrugged briefly, threw a bow and arrow on the spot.

Flames also peeled his eyes at this.

I can't help it. I threw away my only weapon. Now there will be no more bows and arrows in Pfile that I am best at.

But there's still room to fight - magic.

Flames doesn't exactly grasp the magic of Pfile. No, I wonder how many humans in the Vault Toyfer know the magical attributes of Pfile. Other than Rosa Lowen, who has known Wahash for a long time, I can't think of any.

An arrow made up of magic - releasing a demon bullet. That's all, but that's what makes Pfile the strongest of his successors.

"Finally you're ready to use it...... defeat you using magic and I'm definitely the strongest!

"- Huh."

Pfile laughed with his nose at the flames he intended.

Needless to say, Flames' anger, which originally had a low boiling point, exceeded its limits on Pfile, who shook his watery hair and smiled.

So much so that the pillars of flames rise from Flames that they scream at the defensive wall covering the training ground that they wonder if the magic will be exhausted.

"Flames, you always say you're the strongest if you take me down, but why do you think so? It sounds like I'm the strongest."

"... you're the strongest of the successors."

"No, Rosa is better up there if it's a simple fight. But whether you kill me or Rosa, you can't be the strongest - forever."

"You're gonna tell me!

"You can't go beyond Wahash. You can't defeat me, you can't defeat Jared Murphy. You're the only beast with a handle."

Stand your left hand against the bow and pull your right hand with it as if there were an arrow there - and there appeared a single arrow made up of magic.

"See if I'm really a beast. Yeah, yeah!

Even if a tsunami-like flame strikes, Pfile doesn't make it faint.

Breathe, follow the magic emanating from Flames, who was drunk by an impending red wave and hid himself, and when he finds a place, gently release the finger that was pinching the arrow.

For a moment, an arrow was released without making a sound.

The arrows released increase in number from one to two, from two to four, and from four to eight.

"I couldn't use it on Jared. Save it for me. Taste it fully - how will you deal with the arrows of more than 10,000 magic?

I can't hear a response.

An arrow of magic shoots through and fogs the waves of flames. Flames is swallowed with nothing he can do by an arrow of magic enough to fill the training ground.

"Shit, I've got the power wrong"

At the same time that Pfile punches his tongue, the defensive wall that was covered in the training field makes noise and smashes it beyond its limits. The tour seats are destroyed and even the walls covering the perimeter are crushed.

Soil and dust strike and my vision gets worse. With only one blow, Pfile was still holding back his power, even if he attributed to nothing a defensive wall that could not be destroyed without a few court magicians.

If this blow had been used in the fight against Jared, the outcome of the win or loss could have changed.

"... so is the power, but it almost consumed the magic. You can't incorporate magic into tactics like magic that can only use one blow. But we'll use them eventually."

Having gained a new assignment, Pfile found Flames falling down when he made sure his vision cleared up, and proceeded with his feet.

"Shit, shit..."

"That's great, that's just life force"

Flames falling in big letters, but the figure was just a dead body.

The limbs are torn and there are wind holes all over the body. There are still magic arrows left in the steeple, but it's life force to be praised just for not dying instantly.

But the flames of his life were already about to go out.

"Is there anything left to say?

"What, that? Um, arrows aren't just magic, are they?

"Correct. I am a magician of light attributes. All my bows and arrows are magic."

When I once fought Jared, it was an arrow of magic that I called the Demon Bullet, but this time it was something else.

It was the magic of light attributes, which still has no name, that improved the demon bullets and took in many elements as magic and created them from scratch, inspired by Jared's defeat.

I bracketed my shape on the bow and arrow because that's my style of combat.

"Why did you use magic... to punish Wahash..."

"Let's be spoiled and punished. If I fought you, I was ready for one of you to die. Then I thought it would be polite to fight with all my might. That's all."

"I'm glad, more, more, more, with me, for real, I fought, I wanted it,"

"Sorry."

Are you no longer blind, Flames' gaze wanders the void.

"I regret, don't regret, I can't wait, I... to Pfile, I wanted to win, I wanted to. Jarre, dd, beat, was... just, duh, had fun"

He stopped breathing, saying so.

Pfile quietly prays silently.

Think of it, he was always a man who cared all about strength like a child. I guess that's all I wanted to fight for, even though I was older, I caught on to my younger self and had provoked.

He had the temperament of a battle freak, but he also had a loving side, and some good things to look after his men.

Maybe he was chosen as one of his successors because he was expected to lead his men on the side, not just the simple firepower.

"Sleep in peace, Flames"

But he betrayed Vault Toyfer. I have reached a man who has betrayed himself and is filled with profit and greed.

That's the only terrible shame.

"Finish it all today. I'll see you soon."

Say goodbye to each other who once fought together, and Pfile left this place to settle.