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

Stone and ice fragments strike Jared.

Keep staring at them without taking your eyes off them, creating lacerations all over your body, including your cheeks.

"... is power mutual?"

"Sounds like it. Let's just say you're a court magician."

The similarly wounded raider raises an exclamation. How much the man didn't want to expose himself, giving priority to concealing his face over defense.

"You're a lot more cautious with the person you're trying to kill. Can't you do enough to show me your face and name it?

"Let the dying man know who I am. What?

"Don't say it often while desperately trying to hide it. Why don't you be honest with me that I'm scared and I won't reveal myself?

"Shut up! I name it after that degree of provocation, etc."

The man's voice interrupts. Because Jared set up a dagger and fleshed out.

Blinking without giving while resisting, the hood that was hiding his face bursts into a torn universe.

I also wanted to drop my neck if I could, but their instantaneous power seemed to exceed my imagination.

"... that's a face you don't know. But I think I've seen a similar face somewhere"

- How dare you look at my face?

"It's not even enough to hide it."

To the best of Jared's knowledge, the court sorcerer has no known face, not to mention the Royal Sorcery Division and the Sorcerer's Association.

The man with short, tidy blonde hair and ice-cold eyes was about half past thirty years old.

He seems to be a typical magician, with a slightly skinny body whose body is only minimally trained.

From Torres' information, he took it personally that they were members of the Royal Sorcery Division combined with the other day's rubbing, but apparently they were different.

My guess came off, and I clapped it out. He was not a rebel belonging to the Royal Sorcery Division but just a radical ideological sorcerer supreme, but it makes no difference that he is the one to be defeated.

"Come on, go on"

"You'll kill me more than you'll ever see my face."

"Come and get me because you have a good mouth."

When I made the call, he rode me more provocative this time than I expected.

The man, who was seen barefaced and stained with anger, raised his witchcraft with anger. Jared also squeezes his magic and refines it in his body.

I want information from the man, but the status quo is difficult to capture. Deciding he had no choice but to defeat him, he put his hands over his head, ready to consume all the rest of his magic.

"You're going to shoot petrified magic!

I had no intention of responding. Before being disturbed, Jared, whose aim is to make it even a few seconds faster, dedicates his elevated magic to the Spirits.

"Let it be!

Raiders also point their arms forward at Jared to unleash the increased magic.

- The cry of the dragon.

"- Ice Extinction World"

At the same time as he unleashed his third petrified magic, his opponent unleashed an icy magic.

Regretting that I couldn't preemptively attack, I thought I could win as long as I maintained my witchcraft.

- Yes, I thought so.

"... Oh, shit, you're lying!

At the same time that the released mainstream of magic drinks the man, his vision is covered in white.

The exhaling breath turns white, and the cold stabbing the skin, which I don't think is early summer, strikes Jared.

"As you petrify, I will freeze you! Which seals and kills the opponent, isn't it, a battle!

A man's robe petrifies, but he's protecting himself by magic. The invasion speed is slow.

Frost falls on the opposing Jared's battle suit and is frozen by frozen air, including the surrounding area. I can't afford to put up barriers and try to slow down freezing a little by circulating and activating magic in my own body.

In sight, the grass and ground froze white after white.

"... if it stays like this -"

I didn't have enough magic. Jared realizes his lapse as he tours his thoughts that there is only one way to either be thorough with the attack or defend himself.

It was not involved in petrified magic, but Hugo was caught in the whirlpool of cold air that struck him.

"Ha, you seem to have noticed by now"

"Oh my God... you know what I mean and you got involved?

"We were going to kill the Duke anyway. You can't leave your unconscious feet alone."

There's no way you can abandon Hugo or anything without any sign of regaining consciousness.

Jared therefore made his decision.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

"- You still had this magic left... what, what, this!

I give up thinking about the rest and make the decision to use up all my magic.

I don't care that the fight is over or anything. Now it's just for the purpose of beating the other guy.

Not only can we defeat our enemies, but we can even protect the Duke, making it Jared's first victory. Even if life is saved, losing the Duke equals defeat.

The magic runoff that swallows men has become smaller. A wave of magic that was petrifying a wide range, not just the entire body, condenses into a single muscle. Although the range has narrowed, the amount of magic has not diminished. On the contrary, it is increasing because it is pouring beyond its limits.

Petrified magic released from Jared goes straight to the enemy.

He definitely began to petrify the arms of his enemies, bumping into each other with freezing chi and scattering pieces of stone and ice.

It still doesn't hold its freezing temper and takes away its strength, but it keeps releasing the mainstream of petrification. On the other hand, he unfolded the barrier, wrapped the Duke, and kept him away from magic.

The price is Jared himself.

"I'm going to sacrifice myself to protect the Duke and defeat me. Why don't you know when you say you don't deserve to be protected by a non-magician or something! You fool!

The raider throws a disdainful voice at Jared, who is unable to protect himself and freezes his body.

Frozen Jared, petrified magician. The two offenses lasted until each other's magic ran out.

- And,

"... Shit, Shit"

Make a noise, Jared falls to the frozen ground at the front.

A large part of my body is covered in ice, and if I leave it alongside being deprived of heat, it will lead to death.

I can't help but use up my magic and move because the ice took my body temperature away.

"... that's the man who killed that Barnabas Kaif, let's praise him"

Although the raiders completely petrified to the base of both arms, others were to the extent that the clothing had become stone. This, for one, was due to Jared's lack of magic.

If I hadn't defended Hugo and been thorough with the attack, it would have been an unspeakable sculpture by now.

But "if" does not exist in the battle.

From the results alone, Jared was defeated.

"It's a reward for your repeated battles and your resistance - I won't kill the Duke. But sooner or later, we'll kill him. You're gonna die sooner or later, so now I'm gonna miss you."

That's the man who said it, but he doesn't have a piece of magic on him, either. Even if you want to kill the Duke, you're right that you can't because your arms won't move.

"The junction is finally broken, but nobody gets close to it in this cold air. You're going to die like this - Farewell, Jared Murphy. An excellent magician, but a fool on the wrong path."

The man turns back on his heel and disappears.

Jared, left behind, in a consciousness that seems to disappear now, thinks Olivier, who awaits his return at the Mansion of the King's Capital.

"... ori... vi, e..."

The desire to see her and the fear that I might never see her again.

And - if you move the frozen body slightly, make sure Hugo is safe. Jared quietly let go of consciousness after exhaling relief that could have protected him.