Tsuihou Sareta Bannou Mahou Kenshi wa, Koujou Denka no Shishou Tonaru

Ren set up a demon spear at once, but failed to respond to Philia's attack, devouring flaming magic and distorting his face to pain.

It still seemed like I was the only one who recognized Ren as an enemy. Because magic cannot be used against Clarice or the Altes.

But there was Phyllia on this occasion.

For Ren, Phyllia is just a weak princess, but I know Phyllia is a sorcerer.

Unexpectedly, Ren is frightened, and Arte's arm has been released.

Now's your chance.

I pick up the treasure sword.

And with his other hand, he grabbed Arte's little hand and pulled it over here.

"Arte"

Arte trembles all the time, and he hugs me in my arms.

Its body was luxurious and small.

"Senior?"

Don't worry, I'm not handing it over to Ren.

"... Yes. Um... thank you"

Arte stared at me with a crying face and nodded sneerily.

Ren, on the other hand, was staring at me with hateful eyes.

"Dastardly... you fooled me, didn't you?

"I don't want a coward like you to take hostages. Okay, what do we do?

Neither Clarice nor Arte are any longer within the reach of Ren.

Ren was handy with philia's attack magic, and he's in position to be attacked by both me and philia, and he's absolutely deadly.

"Oh my...! If this happens, I will kill Mr. Solon, no, the princess and the maid."

"I can't. Len has already lost."

Ren chewed his lips regrettably, spinning a demon spear.

The magic formations painted in the room glowed purple, and the next moment, Ren disappeared.

Running away, I guess.

I sighed ho.

The battle ended with our victory.

"Clarice...... it's okay!?

Filia rushes over to Clarice.

Clarice was injured and was bleeding quite a bit.

The look seemed a little bitter, but still Clarice laughed softly.

"Thank you. Master Solon and Mr. Philia helped me."

"No... it was my failure to injure Mr. Clarice. If only we were more vigilant..."

"Don't say that. That was cool, wasn't it? Master Solon, and of course Master Philia."

Philia heard it and was blushing a little.

Seems unusual.

I saw two people, Phyllia and Clarice, and I smiled.

Applying healing magic, Clarice's pain seemed a lot easier.

Looks like the wound isn't deeper than I thought, and I'm relieved.

"Ugh..."

I cried, and I looked back in surprise.

When I saw it, Arte was crying.

He is sitting on the floor, nagging and spilling large tears.

There she was, not a female sage, just a younger little girl.

I approached Arte softly and turned away.

On Arte's cheek, there were clear signs of the beating.

"Were you scared?

"... Yes"

"I'm sorry for scaring you. But as long as I'm in this mansion, I'll protect Arte."

I reached out and tried to stroke Arte's hair.

If the crying Phyllia or Clarice were the other person, they would actually have stroked it.

But I thought about it.

I saw Arte so weak, I reached out to reassure him.

But Arte's got to hate me, and he's definitely not going to like being able to stroke his head on someone like that.

Arte looked up.

"Um... how can... Senior Solon be nice to me?