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

Jared kept his cool by hitting all his fierce emotions into the attack.

Declared to kill his beloved, there was no way a boy who was still mentally immature could stand it.

No matter how much he pierced the old man's body with a stone sword, his anger did not heal, and his chest was finally relieved by punching him with his own fist.

If you drop your gaze, you have the appearance of an arrogant old man who is falling in big letters. The rest was over if I captured him.

"... mindful, you lose"

"Don't make me laugh. I'm not dead. I haven't lost anything."

"Then I'll kill you."

When he created and gripped the stone sword, he stuck his cuttoe down the old man's throat.

"Is there anything left to say?

"I didn't know you were going to use local attribute magic while making me think that physical enhancement magic alone would defeat me... you're still a magician. But that way of thinking is not magicians"

"Is that the last thing you want to say?

"No, it's not. I have not yet been defeated"

The magic still blew from the old man who became the ship's arm.

"- You're giving up badly."

When you tongue and distance yourself, you spin magic on your body so you can fight at any time.

"You think you're giving up? How many years do you think I've waited to accomplish my grief!

"Sadness is no big deal. It was a dream."

I still don't understand Jared. I don't care if you're a magician or not, or if you're good or not, or if you don't rule or not, just because you're "to that extent".

The country only needs to be ruled by good humans. It doesn't matter who the people can live happy days without crying. An aristocrat who is not noble, but a king who will do his best for his people, let us swear allegiance.

But I can't follow a man who discriminates with or without magic. In Lucas's opinion, it is visible that many people will be unhappy. I'm sure Lucas is the only one who can be happy.

"Are you going to insult me, kid?"

"No, I think it's more of an insult than an insult."

"That's not an insult! You think I feel sorry for you? Ha, don't make me laugh!

No matter how many words you overlap, the old man will never admit it. Nothing could be too different in Jared and Lucas. Leonard would still have figured it out better.

"You are a poor man. With or without magic, he tries to gain superiority and inferiority and take many human lives in the assumption that the world is wrong today. No, I've already taken it. Not just those on my side, but even my son..."

"What's wrong with that? Cut off what you can't use. I didn't do anything wrong."

"I'm sure it is in you. But I just think I'm wrong."

I think it's useless, but I'll tell you what. I have to tell you.

"Listen carefully, Lucas Gallagher. You are wrong. Human beings are equal. The advantages and disadvantages cannot be determined because of the presence or absence of magic or because he is not a magician or a sorcerer. Remember that."

"... I didn't expect to be preached by a child who only lived sixteen years"

With a bitter grin not to say that he was more disappointed than a loss of laughter, Lucas pointed the arm that became the ship's arm at Jared.

"I don't need to keep asking questions with you. No matter how many words we overlap, I guess we can't understand each other."

"Must be."

"Then I'll just kill you already. You took my arm, so I want to kill you miserably, but because my plans are pressing. Let's kill him without suffering. Thank you for dying."

Boom, and make a noise, and a flame dwells in the old man's arms.

It takes in the oxygen and magic around it and booms and roars to increase the firepower momentum.

The red flame became crimson, a burning fire. I can no longer imagine how much magic it cost Jared.

I felt a fever that seemed to burn me even though I was getting enough distance and even breathing was painful. Fire is depriving us of oxygen.

"I'm no big deal as a mage and my attributes are just flames. But over time, it's impossible, but this much can be done."

"... you're awesome. It's the best flame I've ever had."

Until now, I thought the best of Jared as a Flame Attribute Mage was Rosa Lowen. But there's a top up there. It is no exaggeration to say that the old man who houses the fireworks with trembling firepower is a sorcerer who has outstripped even the court sorcerer.

That's why I'm spared. Why could I only use that sorcery for what I believed to be right, only for private personal gain?

"Let me say it's an honor to keep it in compliment. What are you gonna do now? You gonna beat me to death? And..."

Lucas inadvertently stopped speaking.

The reason for this was because the shadows covered him around. At first I thought the clouds were spreading overhead. But I feel magic. It's a magnificent magic the old man has never felt before. There was an enemy in front of me, but I couldn't confirm it.

"Idiot."

The old man with his face up, he lost the word.

Spread out into the sky is a mass of rock with enough qualitative force to cover your vision. As if a small mountain were floating in the sky, a giant rock is sitting in space.

I don't ask stupid questions about who, when, etc. Because we know who could have done this.

"Your work… where do you have the magic to create so much mass! It's not a good amount of magic that humans have!

Lucas realized he had even mislooked at Jared. His magic power was not so even in the days when witchcraft was most flourishing. Magic power is determined by birth. Humans, dragons, and demons don't get more magic along the way.

Even in the past times, the amount of magic alone could not be increased, it was an enduring challenge. In an age when magic has faded, as in modern times, it is first impossible to increase the amount of magic acquired.

Then again, Jared's amount of magic is unlikely. It's beyond what humans can have. No, it's a problem before that. It shouldn't be possible for humans to produce rocks like mountains in the middle of just a few minutes of conversation. As far as Lucas knows, only spirits or dragons can do that.

I also understand that Jared is a spiritual magician who allows interference in the Spirit, but it is still not possible to go beyond the human sphere first.

"... you monster"

For the first time, Lucas recognized the boy not as a sorcerer, but as a monster he could not understand.

"But you can't lose!

It would be unfortunate for a non-standard sorcerer to have been born in the decaying modern age of sorcery. If all that remains is simple sorcery like that used by the boy, then magic is also a treasure possession.

And I would have said it. But if they put up a mountain that was undoubtedly created to crush themselves overhead, they would lose no matter what they said.

"Are you ready?

"You're going to win already! I do marvel at the fact that it produced that mass of rock. But how can I not know that with my flames there will be no defeat!

The old man had confidence. Sure, I was stunned that they created a pile of rocks, but that's all I'm reading. You can burn it down by fire. Lucas has the confidence and experience to do so.

"Then it's a power comparison. I will defeat you with all my might."

"I just want it. Let's see which one is above my flame or your rock!

He unleashed his magic into the fireworks.

Fire unleashed overhead, as the dragon exhaled. Heat waves born in the aftermath blow up the wreckage of a collapsed building as it burns.

Jared, by contrast, momentously lowered the arm he once gave to heaven, protecting himself from the heat. That was all the act, and the mountains of rocks floating in the universe began to decline in momentum.

As if the heavenly punishment were to fall, Koyama approaches toward the old man. It's not just a chunk of rock. Each of the pieces that make up it was generated by Jared's unsatisfactory magic, a local attribute magician.

"There is no name for this sorcery. Just letting down a chunk of rock. Kill him, Lucas Gallagher."

An old man's fireworks and a boy's pile of rocks hit him.

The fireworks burn and melt the surface of the rock. That was not enough, and it began to evaporate the rocks created with magic.

It's a breathtaking firepower. But that won't last. It still weakens the momentum of the flames emanating from the old man. Just melting a third of the mountains consumed most of the magic of the old man.

"All of you, all of you, how much magic you've put into it!

I mean, it was defeated by a simple amount of magic.

With fifty magic powers, you can't break a hundred magic powers. All the more so if we can handle each other's full powers.

A mass of rock is approached that has been reduced by the flames to a surface that has melted against the old man. The old man, who cannot escape or intercept, understands his failures.

I shouldn't have fought. You should have killed your breath, approached from behind, and killed, not directly from the front, even if it was a sigh and a curse. Even if that wasn't what the sorcerer would do.

"My sorrow, my dreams! Hey, kid, five hundred years of my ambition! Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, yep."

Reminded that his character as a mage was different, the old man was relentlessly crushed by the rocks that wrapped around the flames as the sun.