Tou no Madoushi

Magic Games Day.

Lynn was walking down the road to the venue remembering her interaction with Emil, whom she had exchanged the day before.

"Finally, tomorrow, Lynn will play with Nauze."

"Yes."

"Are you okay?"

"What?"

"Those guys, some of Spyrna's people don't care, but their bravery is real. Let's say you went as close as you could to hunting down Nauze. But those guys will fight with their real swords even if they lose their canes. Even if the sword breaks, it comes together with bare hands. Even if it's bloody, you never stop fighting until you defeat your opponent. Those are the ones."

"Yes."

"Well, I've cracked that guy's head before."

"Yes.... Huh?

"Master, that's why we break up as soon as we have a boyfriend."

Theo told me to tear it up.

"Ugh. Leave me alone."

Emil stunned Theo's beating and faced Lynn later after blocking his mouth.

"Well anyway! That's the kind of cruelty you need for a battle. Theo won't be a problem, but you're a little too kind to fight. Gentle is not a bad thing. But that sometimes leads to indecision. Nothing is more dangerous than a beast by hand. You'd be better off doing something halfway. [M] Are you relentless with someone like that?

"With what mindset does the master respond when that happens?

"Stabbing a stomach without taking your hands off it. Because I think that's the only respect I can pay for an enemy that comes up against me. That's what I'm fighting for."

There was an opening ceremony for the Magic Guide competition in the arena.

The opening ceremony was quiet and harsh on the back of the back of what was going to be a bloody event.

Kruga, the previous year's winner, returns the trophy to pray to the Spirit who lives in the arena.

He swore that he would fight square and square according to his pride and pride as a magician, that he would never escape in cowardice, and that victory would be dedicated to the English spirits of the past on which this tower was founded.

The applause boils down from the venue.

After the opening ceremony, Kruga was walking down the aisle leading to the venue's modest room.

"Hey, Kruga."

"Are you... Tidoro"

The two face each other on the way down the aisle.

Tidro smiled bitterly when he saw Kruga's expression.

My eyes were completely seated.

"That's an amazing shape. Even though you're usually easy on anyone. Every year this day seems like someone else. It tells me you're in the mood."

"I'm sorry, but I'm not going to lose today. I can't give up all this no matter who the other person is. It's the prestige of the country."

"Then I'll be the same. The prestige of the Alliance is at stake. Let me go for the victory."

Tidro said so without hesitation in Kruga's attitude either.

"Let's focus on each other's first round opponents first. Don't let your feet shrink."

That's what Tidro says. He slaps Kruga on the shoulder and heads toward the venue.

Kruga shrugged looking at Tidro's back like that.

"I don't know. You, too. It's not for you, it's not for us."

(We Spyrna have been together since we were kids and we've seen it in front of us. war. The suppression of rebellion.)

Lynn was preparing for the competition in the modest room.

Get a pair of pants and get the attendant at the tournament to paint the grey.

He casts a spell at Lynn with his wand pointed at him when he swings the paint on him.

The texture of the magic letters spreads like a tattoo on the torso, back, arms, legs and in turn.

Eventually the letters reached the scalp, fingernails and even the ends of the body.

"... this is the 'wall paint'"

"I don't know. Now your whole body will have the same effect as wearing the hardness of the walls, the thickness of the divisions and the unobscured armor."

When Lynn tried to touch her arm to try it, she did feel her hands blocked by the thickness and hardness, the shiny feel of it.

"Neither the sword of light nor the flame will work if you wrap it around. Even if you take a direct hit from a cannon, you can have yourself protected from damage. But if the damage is done, the armor will peel off that part. You have to surrender when you decide it's dangerous."

"Yes."

"That armor is also heavily depleted of magic instead of being very defensive. That's why they don't use it in the woods or in the labyrinth. As soon as the magic gets to the bottom and the armor can no longer be maintained, drop the cane and surrender."

Lynn already felt her body build up tiredness as the magic drain began.

"Shoes on canes and rings, nothing else to equip."

"Other equipment…"

Lynn got a little lost, but decided to wear "The Devil's Stone of Littre" as a necklace.

(It's not like I'm hostile. Keep an eye on me, Zaini)

"What's that? Doesn't look like a weapon..."

"Eh. It's like an amulet."

"Right. Fine. Then go. Don't push it."

The attendant said as he seemed worried about knowing or not knowing Lynn's opponent in the first round.

Lynn walks to the game venue when she gets her clothes and robes back on.

Put your mouth on 'The Devil's Stone of Littre' before you leave for the venue.

Only a little cold fresh water accumulated in the demonic stone, or penetrated my body past my throat.

Yuven looked down at Lynn standing in the arena from the audience with a grumpy feeling.

"Totally no more. It's silly when it comes to it."

"Oh? Aren't you Mr. Yuven?"

"Ah, Master Illyweer"

Illyweer was walking in the audience seats of the venue with Aisha and Held at Duke.

"How did you get here? Did Master Illyweer come to see Lynn's game, too?

"No, we thought we'd take a look at the venue of the Beast Spin."

"'Beast spinning'?

"Yeah, it's a competition between Aisha and Herd coming out this afternoon"

"We Wingals are better at manipulating the Warcraft to fight than they are at fighting with canes."

Held said.

"Is Lynn going to fight here now more than that?

said Illyweer as she sparkled her eyes.

"Yeah, that's right."

"Then you have to see it. Somebody get ready to watch the game."

"Excuse me. Then I..."

Illyweer commands or no. Held advances.

Strangely prepared, he takes out the rug for the royal family and the tent for sunset, decorations, a simple figurine stand for placing drinks and food in the guest seats, and instantly turns the seats that were for the cheap masses into first-class seats for the royal family.

The surrounding people reluctantly approached that area just by seeing the Wingard royal tattoo on the tent.

Herd instructs the slave he was taking to bring grape liquor and knobs.

"That's Held. You're considerate. Oh? Lynn's opponent in World War I, a boy named Nauze Alwio, is certainly not a senior nobleman of Spyrna?

Illyweer said as she looked at the brochure.

"What? Really?"

I said it as if Held had never known that fact before.

"Besides, the competition is' Cane Drop '."

Aisha said.

"Hmm. Then you don't have a shot at Lynn."

Illyweer said clearly.

"I knew it was?

Yuven said it in such a good way.

"Yeah, Spyrna's nobility is undergoing rigorous military training from childhood folds. You're not the enemy of Lynn."

"That's what I told Lynn, too. And then I came with him. Because it's really stupid."

"Right. I thought you were a little smarter..."

Crush like Illyweer was disappointed.

Held looked at it like that and laughed inside.

(Stupid one. Give me something I wish I were a bird cage bird. I didn't expect to expose myself to ugliness)

Held narrows his eyes and runs his gaze to Lynn standing in the arena.

(The royal aristocrats are always all creatures. Same goes for this woman.)

Lynn and Nauze were facing each other in the arena of the venue.

"You again."

Nauze said as she was sick and tired of seeing Lynn show up.

"I hurt you so much. I didn't know you wouldn't punish me yet."

Nauze sighs for a moment, then stares at Lynn and unleashes his characteristic quiet hostility.

"It's sacred what we're going to do here. This isn't a good place for people like you to come in. What the hell is a slave child doing here!

Nauze said arrogantly.

Lynn takes his hostility straight without turning a blind eye.

"My homeland, Miln Territory, was a place where there was nothing, but perhaps a place."

Lynn started talking after a little silence.

"There was a difference in identity, but there was no class struggle, like Spyrna."

"You're so comfortable."

"Yes, I was easy. That's why I didn't know it at first. Why is everyone so angry or anxious or desperate about their identity"

……

"But the day Adinna perished, Zaini died, and you hurt me! I finally figured it out that day when I took your hatred with me. This is... this is serious. It's a matter of not being prepared to step in halfway."

"So?"

"I see you're desperate for your country. But I also flew out of my hometown to become a magician. You can't just back off like you got bumped once! If you want to exclude me, I will fight you to protect my place."

"Fine. Then I'll show you. Spyrna, how to fight the Wizard."

Next time, Episode 98: Surprise