Tou no Madoushi

Water draws from the arena.

Lynn looks at Ridley's Demon Stone, which is scattered at her feet.

(Zaini...... you protected me)

Lynn picks up Demon Stone shards.

"Thanks to you I was able to win."

The demonic stone that spits out all the water loses its radiance and disappears as if it had finished its service.

"Not yet. I haven't let go of my wand yet."

Looking back at the voice, Nauze was up.

Lynn sets up a cane as a ghost.

He barely grips the broken wand with his broken arm, blurring his consciousness, his feet fluttering and unwavering.

The magic letters of "Wall Paint" are falling apart with fragmentation and automatic peeling.

It showed that the magic was on the verge of running out.

"Nauze......"

"No more."

The judgment of smoke stops by Nauze.

"The trend was no longer decided. Give up and let go of your wand. This is more life-threatening than that!

"Shut up. Shut up"

Nauze shakes off the smoke.

"Forget it. You can't even cast a spell like that."

Lynn sets up a scepter and is alert while urging her to surrender.

"Nothing like this for a spirna magician."

Despite his barely remaining conscious, Nauze continues to maintain only hostility in his eyes and looks to Lynn.

"Why are you trying to fight so hard?"

"I'm proud to be a nobleman!

Nauze's figure in Lynn for a moment wore it with the figure she used to be close to.

I used to be here, now with a friend who's not in the world.

(Zaini...... How so)

Nauze comes closer to Lynn with a glare.

"Spyrna's nobles must use their slaves, many times their own, to manage their land. Rebellion must be suppressed!

"Eh."

Lynn was frightened.

to Nauze's temper, and to Zaini's shadow.

I unwittingly retreat.

"No matter how beautiful you line up, the foundation of the state is military power. Blood and iron. How can we maintain territory and security without military force? If the power of the aristocracy in charge of the military is weakened, our country will eventually become like Adinna. I can't just lose to you as a wingman of the Spyrna Army!

Nauze ran out.

He squeezes his last force into Lynn's.

(Take Lynn's wand. No matter how reckless you are, you can't run away!

"Whoa, whoa."

Nauze rushes in with a roar.

Now Nauze.

The prestige of the nation rested on Nauze's back, who was stripped of his wand broken armor and challenged him to fight alone.

Like Zaini, who once fought and died for the nation.

Zaini's voice sticks in Lynn's head.

—— I can't shut up and watch my country being invaded any more ——

On the other hand, I can also hear my master.

—— Stabbing the todome 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--

(Gu, I...)

Lynn goes on a roundabout and delays her judgment.

Nauze was already ahead of Lynn's eyes and nose.

We don't have time to make iron balls or to accumulate light.

There was only one way for Lynn to defeat Nauze.

"Ugh, wow, oh"

Lynn shook her wand down into Nauze's brain.

The wand is shaken down on his head without the madness of dimensions, as he had imagined on a daily basis.

There is a dull, unpleasant sound.

Nauze collapses on the spot.

The venue stood still, curbing excitement with anxiety and anticipation, and looking terribly at where things were going.

I'm about to witness something incredible.

It was surrounded by such an atmosphere.

Lynn, to be honest, had a hard time standing already, but she still had things to do.

Nauze was still holding the broken cane even though she passed out.

Lynn pushed it up so that it looked like an audience when she was forced to snap it, and dropped it to the ground.

A cheer boils down from the audience.

The referee exalts the name of the winner.

Blessings and anger, twirling, and just cracking applause poured on Lynn.

The battle has finally been decided.

Lynn runs out of energy and roots and enters the scene like she's completely exhausted.

Relax, the voice of the referee echoes on his clammy head.

"Nauze, the Wizard, dropped his wand. The Magic Instructor Lynn is given the right to advance to the second round and credits for intermediate class military classes. It is also permitted to possess and use the demonic props, the" Cane of Kentrea ", to command the smallest unit of the Tower's legion, the" 100 Man Squad ""

"Lynn's guy. I really beat Spyrna's Wizard."

Yuven said as he rounded his eyes in such a way that he could not hide his surprise.

And to put it that way, she brings it neatly to her back, looking completely out of her mind.

It was too harrowing and exhausting.

Illyweer, on the other hand, continued to look at the venue in a way that showed no excitement at all, such as tiredness.

Although I sit in a chair behaving well, it was obvious to everyone's eyes that the cane and heart were playing when I looked into those eyes.

(Let me look at you, Lynn. Excellent victory. your wit and courage, worthy of praise)

"Aisha. What do you think about him"

"Ha. Even though he used odd measures and was helped by luck, he made a 'wand drop' with the Spyrna Demon Supervisor for that victory. I see him as quite a jerk."

"Held. What about you?

"As well to the right. You're not the only one standing around."

"Hmm. Do you guys think so?"

Illyweer nods satisfactorily after hearing the two of them.

"I haven't felt blood get hot in a long time. This opens the way for senior Tower Legion officers before him. What do you think, Aisha? Why not enlist Lynn in the Knights of the Kingdom, an guild to which you also belong?

"The Knights of the Kingdom" is an guild to which the candidates of the Knights of the Demonic Costume of the Kingdom of Wingard belong.

Enlisting there means joining the Demonic Knights of the Slow Kingdom.

(And slowly put him in my SS)

Illyweer glimpses into a fascinating future diagram.

Aisha manages to hide her inner confusion and continues her words.

"But whether or not the guild men are convinced. He is not a Wingard, and there are many who want to join the guild. I thought rebellion was imperative."

"Then root it. Convince the leading men in the Alliance to land."

"But whether Lynn wants it or not..."

"It's not a matter of wanting or not wanting"

Illyweer blocked Aisha's words from being picky and said:

"Make him want it."

Her way of saying it was mild but resolute.

It's like I won't allow any more objections, just to say.

An unpleasant sweat runs down Aisha's forehead.

Illyweer's decision meant she was going to be on the board between Lynn and the Knights candidates.

She was not good at the role of requiring these subtle considerations.

But you can't refuse an order from the princess so easily.

"You shouldn't! Dear Ilyweer."

Duke breaks in.

"My love for Lynn. Even though we are all questioning it. This just disturbs the sum of the Wingards any more. Please reconsider and make a wise decision…"

"Oh, Duke. So you will fight the senior nobility of Spyrna in 'Cane Drop' instead?

Illyweer turns her innocent eyes to Duke.

Duke leaned down sassy blue and clogged his words.

The memory of defeat comes back to life.

(Huh. I...)

"Dear Mr. Illyweer. its rooting and persuasion. Why don't you leave it to me?"

Said Held as he finally knelt.

"Held......"

Duke looked at Held in a complicated way.

"Well. Are you going to do it?

"Ha. I know very well that loads are too much of a task for immatures like me. But me and the one who will be under the princess's command. I want to help you somehow."

"Okay. I'll leave you to it."

"Ha. Thank you. I'm happy."

"Okay. Let's go. You have to write to him to celebrate your victory. Duke, give him plenty to celebrate. Send him as many magic artifacts as he can to use as a Superintendent of the College Intermediate Class. This is how I can't want it. Let's go home."

When I say that, Illyweer just walks away.

Duke rushed after him.

"Absolutely. You're in trouble. For the pleasure of Master Illywia."

Aisha said as if she was stunned.

She was horrified to be able to avoid unexpected burdens.

"Held. You must be in trouble, too. Well, good luck."

She told me to encourage Held.

"What? The usual."

Held tries to shrug his shoulders with a nice, bitter smile.

But then, when no one was looking at me, I looked at the arena with Lynn, looking less interesting as usual.

Lynn was still snagged in the arena and had first aid from an attendant.

(You rat. Did you cut through well? Apparently he was licking you all the time)

He turns his insidious gaze to Lynn with hostility.

This isn't gonna happen next time.

Herd followed the arena when he instructed the servant to clean up the seats he had set up for Illyweer.

Next time, Episode 102: Night Assault