Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

Countless magic is unleashed one after the other, and finally, the wind magic that my best friend is best at walking with Zeth.

And at the same time Zeth quickly braided her magic as she stunned her face.

"Germarantha, Ice Lance, Fire Arrow, Ground Shot, Howard Wind!

"Yeah, I thought you were coming."

As the magic is offset and a fierce explosion occurs, a black shadow approaches Zeth in a spinning way.

Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle.

One sword strike after another cleaves Zeth's body behind him.

"Shit, shit, shit. You still mean you offset it first! But you and the others won't do it, Cou de Van!

In the form of piercing the gap between Yui's sword strikes, Zeth unleashes the wind.

But it did not fall within the scope of Yui's predictions.

"I wonder if it's right and wrong. You didn't offset the magic of the first one. Just saying I borrowed your goddaughter's magic, Madwall!

A wall of dirt knitted by a teacher at the cadet school.

He knits up the magic ceremony he touched when he fortified it.

The magic of confrontation is so constant, the result is the same as then.

Like Warm, Zeth's magic defeats before the walls of the earth.

But it should also be noted that in Zeth it was woven.

That if you were the nasty brunette in front of you, you'd come braiding up some sort of defense.

That's why I braid my magic for a man who would jump out of the back of a dirt wall.

"Right or... left or... no, up! Maximum Hoodle!"

A man who suddenly emerged from above a wall of dirt.

Turning to him, Zeth unleashed a huge amount of lightning from his left hand.

Mutual distances are too close, and direct strikes are mandatory.

But the result is the opposite.

Because the fierce lightning struck the wall of light… yes, directly into the magic that Yui had knitted, but therefore.

"Santo Especho!"

That's abominable magic.

Magic to conceive contraindications.

Because it wasn't people who created that magic.

Made by Vira, the flesh-received modifier, bent his beliefs only to destroy the Empire.

But that's also now in the past.

There is nothing to take over his thought in the late Magic Duchy of Uilla.

And the remaining magic was ironically used on this occasion.

Yes, against the modifier who bends his prohibition and manipulates magic.

"This is also the earlier collective magic...... damn, Yui Isterzt!

The magic... Yes, the magic that I bent and manipulated my beliefs returns to me, and one young man scorches himself by light and heat.

But still he doesn't bend his knees. Never give in.

He thought he hadn't made one yet.

How many times since the day I was entrusted with this world.

And that's why he never breaks and pulls and cares.

"Not yet, I haven't lost yet! Foyer!"

"Yeah, you bet. But this battle is not going to give way. Flame shot!"

A flaming bullet fired by Zeth trying to take a distance.

In contrast, Yui unmistakably bumps into the magic of a red-haired woman who was once a subordinate.

"Damn it, Tourbillon!

"Howard Wind!"

For a whirlwind directed at you, do the whirlwind magic of your best friend with silver hair.

And one step further, they both cast their magic at about the same time.

"" Glenzen Kugel!

of Noin...... The magic of the Empire is offset between the two.

But earlier, and earlier, was a man with a day's length placed in collective magic.

"Flame on!"

It's load magic that his juniors are good at.

The snow cut in Yui's hand wraps a flame around the space in front of him as if it were contrary to his name.

body to be severed

Beliefs to be cut off.

Causes and consequences to be cut off.

And what collapsed on the spot… it was nothing more than an administrator of this world named Zeth, engraved with defeat and deep wounds in it.