Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

"... Whirlwind!"

Lightly spinned words.

A whirlwind like a tornado produced.

And one magician to be blown away.

"Lute!"

Seeing his best friend plunged into the other side by the wind, Yui shouts his name as he opens his eyes.

Then the young man, who manipulated that too dangerous magic, opened his mouth sadly.

"Shall I say I'm sorry...... It really hurts my heart to tread him in this world. But this is a world crisis. Then I'd like to be forgiven for the slightest sacrifice."

"You... won't forgive me!

The redhead of one man shakes at the same time as the words, and the sword in his hand shines brilliantly.

It's too sick, not too wasteful, and streamlined on top of this.

And as it was, the sword swung toward Emiol's neck as if it were sucked in.

"It's horrible. By throwing away the limit values of the flesh, I can finally understand how unusual you are. There's no such thing as a sword or something you can take."

"... what the hell are you that took that for?

Pulling her cheeks slightly, Alex reveals a slight irritation in his words.

At the end of his gaze, the sword that shook exactly to Emiol's neck was no longer even moving with Pickle.

Yes, in a form that is lightly taken with Emiol's one hand.

"Right. In your words, is the nature closest to that of God…? Not technically, of course."

"God. Then I have no choice. Let me kill God..."

"An unintentional blow around the back. Unfortunately, I know how you do it, mediator."

With his back pierced and sword protruding from behind, Yui listens to that Emiol with a stunned look on his face.

He thought Alex's sword attack would put a piece on him.

But in case it always exists. That's why he happened to turn around behind the modifier and aim at its back without any hesitation.

But the results were the same.

The two swords are taken lightly and thrown as-is.

The pain and dust that hits the ground violently and strikes all over your body.

It was for one man, experienced only once on the far side.

"It's been... a long time. But I see this is the fixer you were afraid of."

Alex, who only took it from his passive body but became dusty all over his body, says so without taking his gaze off Emiol.

Then the brunette, who was kissing the ground next door, slowly wakes up that body, biting her lower lip gently.

"I hadn't thought this far. No, I don't know what kind of drawer you have, so I was gonna end it with a complete fit. But..."

"You don't have to be so humble, mediator. You did well. No, I'm not gonna compliment evil like you or any shards, but I'll still just give you credit for doing the best I can in a given situation."

In the form of taking the words of a dark-haired man, Emiol tells him so with a thin and laughing face.

Yui, on the other hand, spilled his words into a sigh mix as he shook his neck left and right.

"It's an honor to say... So, what kind of karaki is it?

"You think it's up to us to answer?

"I don't. I was just wondering. Something I don't know is special."

"Hmm... okay. It's just different from you guys where you can scratch the source code. We are the custodians of this world. That's why I can also rewrite my existence in this way sa...... germalansa"

At the same time as the words, the man in front of Yui...... no, what mimics the human body suddenly changes its appearance, and unleashes the magic of the Duchy of Filament.

"Magic code...... no, we can't make it!

sight created in front of him, which was entirely outside Yui's assumption.

That's why he abandons the magic rewrite, dodging at the critical as he rolls his impending flaming spear back to the ground with his tongue slapped.

"Uh-huh. Uh-huh. No way, sir, no way. But that looks really good on you, Abominable Mediator."

"Whirla Mirahoff...... no way"

The man who made his country one of the three heads of the magical principality and drove it to war.

And at the end of the day, the man who should have mutilated with his own hands.

With that figure in his eyes, Alex sounds surprised, not even like him.

Then the man, who looked like Uilla, laughed happily, shaking his own index finger.

"Hyah hyah, I guess it's been a long time. But unfortunately, this isn't me. I'm not the only one anymore. Be any more me, Le. Thanks to you guys, your fault sa. You've lifted the crisis level in this world, and you've unlocked debug mode. So let's get back to it. The slaughter of you, the slaughter, the bombing, the slaughter, the stabbing, … uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh."