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

"I can't believe this level of witchcraft - heh, lie, why!?

Ernesta's body was relentlessly injured by the wind through the barrier in an attempt to prevent numerous arrows from pouring down.

As if piercing even paper puts a hole in the barrier.

A sharp pain runs on Ernesta's arm, on her leg, on her shoulder, that has made her body stiff to surprise.

"Ever since I defeated Jared, I kept thinking about how I could defeat him. The result is this. The ability to kill is low, but the penetration that definitely breaks through the barriers. I don't aim for steeples, but I can't move properly with those wounds."

"How sweet of you to help me."

"You don't have to say things you don't even have in mind. The attack will continue."

Then the wind arrows are released. An invisible arrow that could not even be seen without sound blurred Ernesta's leg.

"Oh, oh."

Pushing her legs and nodding on the spot, her eyes still don't have the color of defeat.

"If you want to stop me, let me kill you!

A blade of wind was unleashed from Ernesta without chanting. It's an invisible blade with no sound and can't even be seen. It was now an attack against an invisible arrow just received from Pfile.

I thought I couldn't deal with what I didn't see as the successor to the assassination organization so I couldn't respond.

but

"You thought I wasn't counteracting an unseen attack?

Pan, and made a dry noise and all the invisible blades were offset by invisible arrows.

Ernesta can tell through magic that all the blades released have disappeared. And I couldn't believe it.

How can we deal with an unseen attack, no matter how many thoughts we instantly spin, there can be no answer.

"I'm seriously trying to kill you."

"I know. The attack now contained enough intent to kill. But you can't just kill me."

In a pale, word-spinning pufile, Ernesta regrettably bit off her lips.

I thought the attack was coming through until now. Even though he was a Vault Toyfer assassin, he believed he had a day's head in magic who was a member of the Court Sorcery Division.

But it wasn't. It's like we're not dealing with each other. I also assumed that all the attacks that should have happened before were because he was putting his hands on me.

Blood spills out of his deeply chewed lips and transmits them to his throat. The taste of hot blood drowns my throat.

My vision turns red with anger. My brother, Pfile, does what he wants. Did you give in because you were a woman, or was there another reason?

"Make fun of me. Is this guy so pathetic? Am I that miserable!?

Anger makes my vision not red. My chest is bitter and I can't even breathe.

Nobody and he are arrogant. Nobody even thinks about their feelings and other fine dust. For the first time, even if I was being manipulated by a spell, I was free to act of my own free will.

"Get out of my way. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh"

In tandem with anger, her magic was released at once. The magic that rises to the sky swirls and turns into a storm. A swirl of magical wind was created around the ernesta.

The vortex adds momentum. It expands in an attempt to swallow everything.

The ground rolls, winds up. The window of the mansion broke, and the building made a noise and collapsed.

"Wonderful, is this the true power of Ernesta Kaif? I had no idea how much it was because of the spell."

Pfile never had a mansion that made noise and collapsed, and a whirlpool of roaring wind seemed like the mental landscape of Ernesta.

The sound of collapse is her cry, and the whirlpool of wind must not seem to herself desperate to protect herself.

"I can't understand everything about people's emotions. But I know Ernesta was having a hard time. And now I also know you're making me feel painful because of me. On top of that, let's say. I will defeat you and break the spell."

I pointed my left hand at Ernesta in the center of the wind vortex.

"I don't care how much they resent me. I'm used to being resented. All I wish for is one thing. Only you're safe, Ernesta."

Put your magic all over your right hand, lay it on your left hand, and pull slowly.

"I'll be hurting you again from now on. My chest hurts when I think about it."

Step back on your right leg and twist your half. One arrow composed of magic appeared at the same time as the left and right hands separated.

"I don't beg your forgiveness"

There is no wind. Simple magic condensed into an arrow.

"I'm the one who saves you. Not Jared Murphy, not Luther Fisher, not Laurenz Herring. This is me, Pfile."

When the arrow carrying the divine light was complete, the fingernails of the right hand that had accompanied it exploded. Blood dances, but I don't care.

"I want you to laugh at me again. Let's talk about not loving anyone else again. I want to be by your side."

I know I haven't heard back. I suspect my voice may be reaching. But I don't mind, Pfile said it.

"Oh well - I'm sure this is the emotion of falling in love. Is this how you feel about loving people?"

Pfile, named for his emotions, smiled unconsciously.

"The arrows that I will release now are something that will be passed on to the East. It's unfinished, but in case anything happens to Ernesta because of me, let's make amends with my death. But I'm not worried. Not like me, but I believe I can always help"

I pulled the arrow as hard as I could with all the enhanced magic on it.

"The Secret of Wearing the Curse - The Devil's Arrow"