Vermillion

[- Siv.]

A word, when I called the name, the wind responded.

Atmospheric sounding. Leftover fragrance of humid rain.

The air that was precipitating moves out.

A clean breeze blew through as he poked his knees into the wet earth and comforted Kay, painted with mud and blood.

A slightly squeaky laugh.

Instead, then it is luscious by the time it is disproportionate.

The wind swirls. The puddle of water at his feet rose, and the reflected sky trembled as he waited for something.

Inside, deep inside, I feel the excitement of magic.

Shake it up, a pale sky with a pattern of gray rain clouds floating around the scatter.

In that clear water-colored world, he visions one maiden.

Put your feathers together and laugh at the spirits of the wind.

――――

Kay also smiled slightly and turned his gaze toward the tree in front.

A red light glistening behind the dim darkness.

Pain causing all over the body - the sorcerer's evil eye scorches Kay's body.

If left alone, it will lead to death, an evil curse.

but at the moment it is also the only guide to counterattack left to Kay.

(I'm here, it's like I'm hustling)

The evil eye of a snitch bird (plague) that mediates gaze and scatters curses (debuffs) and death. It seems omnipotent, but those who undergo surgery can perceive the brilliance of their eyes as red light - that is, the whereabouts of the surgeon are exposed.

If this were just a warrior, you'd just know where the enemy is and you wouldn't have hands or feet. It's not a normal distance to shoot a bow or throw a stone and repel it.

But if you're a magic user, it's different.

The presence of this light allows us to define enemies.

To reduce the curse at all, Kay pulled a talisman out of his chest on the back of a cloak raised like a wall.

[Siv. Mi dedicas al vi tiun katalizilo.]

Mouth gently on a silver disc engraved with exorcism language.

[Vi vidos la ligno. Ruła lumo, mi difinis kiel malamikon.]

Pakin, he makes a noise and the talisman cracks, crushes, scatters in the wind and disappears.

[Mia pafa 'o estos gvidita de la vento. Ĝi mortigos la malamiko.]

Pull the arrow out of the arrow barrel and lead to "Dragon Scale Through". I felt the flutter and the wind stroking my neck. The silent blurring that was full of surroundings converges, and the air tends to tighten.

I'm ready. And then...

"-Ileen."

If you deflect your gaze to the side, Eileen's figure drives in a low position like crawling through the ground.

Not less than Kay, he looks dirty with mud and blood. Her skin is as smooth as white magnet, and her blonde hair, which is just glowing, is now dull. And behind it, he sounded his hooves clasp, "Get on me!" There was also the figure of Sasquatch following him with his face. Not knowing the evil eye threat, Sasquatch seems to be chasing Irene out of kindness. Irene, aware of the risk of falling and falling horses if she receives evil eyes, continues to run on her own.

Yes - Yang Dynamics to attract the attention of enemy mages. For a moment, just for a moment, Kay can pull a "dragon scale through" with his natural muscle strength if his gaze comes off and he is released from the curse (debuff).

I also thought about using a horse thief's composite bow, which can be pulled even with weakened current arm strength, but considering the distance to the tree, one thing is not powerful enough right now. I still wanted to rely on "Dragon Scale Throughout" if I was to definitively punish the enemy mage.

There was also the hand of Eileen punching him like this and stopping the sorcerer's breath directly, but given the possibility that there was still an ambush in the tree, he was at high risk and did not want him to be in such danger.

Especially for her (Irene).

- With this hand, clamp.

Kay feels like praying and follows the girl's back with her eyes.

""ааааа (ulaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

The battle between the horse thieves and the people of the snowfields had intensified with such Kay.

The warriors who came from the caravan to cover Kay, a threesome of heavily armed cavalry, roar and clash from the front with the horse thief. A horse thief was blown off the horse after being attacked (charged) by a heavily armed cavalry with momentum.

Though Kay's activity has greatly reduced the number, the horse thieves who remain here are still close to twenty rides. Many of them were passive at present, but the heavy-duty cavalry triumphs fought well.

No, I'd rather say I'm overwhelmed at the moment.

The Horse Thieves of the Lightweight Bow Cavalry do not have the power to stop the Assault of the Heavy Cavalry. People of the snowfields, warriors of the caravan escort. He defends the entire body of the rider with scaled armor (Skyle Mail) and defends himself with armor and shields. The combined bows of the horse thieves can hardly give him an effective blow, and if he takes the distance, the arrows will be bounced, and if he tries to fire to compensate for his power, he will feed the horse spears and scatter them.

As a result, you can construct a horse thief who runs around trying to maintain a reasonable distance of engagement and a heavy-duty cavalry who drives it away.

Regardless, this situation does not last forever. Time was on the side of the horse thief. If you keep walking like this, horseback riding oppressed by your gear, like a heavy-duty lettering, will cause shortness of breath early. That would favour a large number of horse thieves. If you lose the momentum of an assault (charge), you are nothing but a dull turtle, such as a heavy cavalry.

Everyone in this room knew that. Therefore, the temporarily overwhelmed troika of heavily armed cavalry gradually darkens the rush color, and vice versa, the horse thieves who use their light mobility to slacken and storm are showing some room.

However, there was a deviation from that principle - a trump card (a joker) that turned the number difference upside down and was enough to crack this situation open.

It's Kay.

Remove it from the magician's curse and regain its original Abnormal Attack (Dragon Stinger) and Maneuver (Sasquatch) to instantly destroy the remaining Horse Thieves.

Destroyed.

But few knew exactly that Kay was down at one (...) hour (...) due to the magician's evil eye. The heavy-duty cavalry threesome of the caravan escort believed Kay could not fight any more due to physical and physical problems, and that was the same for horse thieves. No one will be able to blame that decision. In the first place, neither the horse thief has been informed of the existence of the "evil eye" by the contractor of the deceased bird known as the "Admiral", and Kay, who punched in so many arrows, is almost comfortable with the Higher Magic Drug (High Potion).

Therefore, after leaving Kay and Eileen alone, he continues to earn (...) Gi (...) for hours (...) when he is sloppy with his heavily armed cavalry.

That was, in common sense, the best hand, but so bad that there was nothing I could do about it in this situation.

"Why don't you stab that man in the stop!

One of the few people to know exactly what was going on - a magician lurking in a tree, an evil-eyed user known as the 'Admiral', was furious with his gaze fixed on Kay.

"First of all, I thought it was the Stone that cleans up that heavy-duty cavalry..."

Therefore, the man with the horse thief, who was briefed on the evil eye, but has not been able to grasp Kay's aim - Captain Lowmed of the Raid Squad - spoke of his own thoughts as well as his own.

A raven mage who almost cursed its stupidity reflexively, but he shut his mouth. Because he reconsidered that he was responsible for his own lack of explanation, both for the evil eye and for Kay's anticipated 'back hand'.

"... say it again now. That man is not the only one. He is a warrior of unusual skill and a magician who made a pact with the Great Spirit of the Wind."

"What is it!?

With a slight face, Lohmed stared unexpectedly at Kay in the distance. I knew so much about Kay's bow awesomeness that I didn't like it, but it's my first ear when it comes to magic.

"Th, That is not good............!

"Calm down, don't guide me."

The raven said with a grumpy tone, not much of a werewolf in Lowmed.

"Sure, the" character "of the spirits to be contracted is pretty good, but as a single operator, it's less than that. Minutes are not appropriate, should I say. You're too young, but your magic is too weak for a boulder. Don't worry, I can't do much."

Just keep saying.

"Earlier, I felt a magic move around him. It looks like you're trying to activate some kind of operation by offering a catalyst. You can't start a magic trick like blowing up every tree, but it's true that you're up to something..."

Keeping an evil eye on Kay, I picture the blonde girl (Irene) running out earlier in my brain.

"The little girl who comes this way in a detour is the fabric stone. Probably expecting me to distract you for a moment."

The old magician was breaking Kay's intentions. I don't even know the contents of the surprise box, but I do see its existence.

"Low-med, I can't keep my eyes open. Can you deal with that little girl?"

It won't be a big deal, but it doesn't have to be bothered to give you a clearance to activate it. Raven asks Lowmed in a squeamish voice.

In contrast, the man who commands the horse thief was stuck in a response for a moment. When Eileen rushed in earlier, she jumped from horse to horse and jumped the rider's neck.

That physical ability was phenomenal. By contrast, the only remaining force in the woods is the injured.

But - and looking around, Lohmed nodded.

"It's okay. It won't be a glimmer, but I was wondering if it would be difficult to push it in numbers."

Even if you say an injured person in a bite, the extent of the injury varies from the severely injured person who cannot get up to the slightly injured person who hurt his arm. Lohmed himself hangs his left hand with a bandage, but his arm is safe. There is no obstacle to waving the sword with one hand.

Therefore, it was decided that even the use of a sword like a bent art, if it was a girl to that extent, it would be manageable to surround her with a big man.

- If there is any misfortune, is it that you didn't see Eileen standing around because she was quite far from the tree stand to the caravan and was distracted by Kay's shooting again?

"Uhm. Then I'll leave you to it."

Either way, Lohmed decided so, and the raven mage admitted it.

"All right, let's go. Follow me if you can take my sword, and I'll take care of that little girl."

Several minor injuries follow Low-Med as he leaps out of the tree as he pulls out his sword.

The raven, who dropped it off at the edge of his sight, as he stopped at the branches of the tree, smiled unwillingly in the chest of what would not appear on his face.

"I don't know what you're up to, but I'm not gonna let you imitate me."

In fact, the demonic power consumption of the 'Evil Eye' is intense. A concurrent user would die in a few dozen seconds. But there are exceptions to everything, especially for the "raven" operators present here, which was not a great burden.

Also, if you bring up 'normal', even if you get evil eyes for so long, Kay who has endless vitality is also abnormal. Are you resisting, are you exorcising, or are you simply shuddering - the magic of a raven operator versus the roots of Kay's endurance? This is what B is, and darkens his grin.

"Keep breathing there."

Giragi and his red eyes reinforced the demonic light.

While Kay withstood the evil eye of increasing pressure, Eileen noticed several warriors jumping out of the tree.

By the way, to see him wrapped in a bandage or hanging his arm, like a gathering of wounded soldiers. Probably some of the trees are packed with similar injuries that are the difference in degree. In addition to the wounded soldier who showed up, Irene turns her attention to the wood once now, also based on the possibility that a bow user is lurking.

There is no rush, but there is no alarm, in front of the wounded soldiers rushing this way.

- Not to mention, hands-down, etc.

Phew, and Eileen loosens her strength from her body and slows down her speed from a full-blown disease. Seeing that, the Low-Meds were under the illusion that their opponents were scared. Harsh expression, or because your face is tense and tense, I thought. At the same time, I fall in love with Eileen's poor beauty, not resembling a bloody battlefield.

Poking through that gap, Irene's 'quality' of motion changed.

From just linear movements to smooth combat manoeuvres to earn speed.

Fill the distance with light footsteps that don't make you feel gravity, shaking the right hand servel loosely.

Right, left, or coming in like this, it just runs through the ground, with exquisite feints woven into each and every one of its legs. The Low-med, scattered around Eileen, wonder how they set it up, and look at each other.

Such a cold gaze stroked them - one of which was decided to be perfect.

From Eileen's left hand, a knife is thrown at an unnoticed speed.

A matte blade of black paint stood in the throat of a man who, just for a moment, missed his gaze from Eileen.

"Oops..."

With a stunned look at what happened, the man holding down his bloody gushing throat collapses. Distracted by Eileen's right-hand servel and completely unaware of the existence of the throwing knife, Lowmed was tempered out of the cold by the comprehension.

- This girl is dangerous!

My instincts alarm me that if I am confused by my appearance, I will be eaten to death. But it was too late.

Silently, Eileen, waving the sabel, strikes the men like a carnivore. Behind the luxurious appearance, a full-body spring is utilized to capture one of the men in a much stretched slaughter.

The gap between the leather armor, the joints between the chest and lower back, is just slashed and torn.

"- Oh, oh, oh, oh!

Throw out your sword, make sure you hold the gut that popped out one beat late with both hands, and the screaming man sinks into the mud. Eileen has already identified a new target and waves the sabel. The neck of a stiff young warrior is skipped.

No longer can I even feel fear. Just to survive, Lowmed hits Eileen.

But when I tried to wave down my sword, my heart was about to be frustrated. Eileen with the sabel in her hand, there's no gap. Wherever I entered, I could only imagine myself being slashed under counterattack.

For the first time in confrontation, I know, isolated strength. Irrationally, I have to deal with it, and I get feelings similar to anger. But if you're driven by it and pigsty, it's death waiting for you.

At least if the rest of us set it up while I draw your attention...

Slight hope. But Eileen was aware of the difference. Eileen didn't have the option or the need to wait for them to come out.

Set up.

Step in, make sure you slip in and approach. Lowmed was stunned by the time he vanished in an instant and waved his right-hand song knife in an attempt to restrain him somehow - no, he tried to shake it.

At that moment, Irene disappears.

(... Left!

End of vision. Silver light. I noticed. And I understood. Oh, no. My left hand is hanging from a bandage, blind spot, I can't deal with it.

Its throat, cold as ice, and burning sensations thrust through it - where my consciousness broke away.

(... Yes, what are you doing!

The screams of the men slashed by Eileen were also heard on the wood. The sound of meeting the blade with the blade does not sound, just the disconnect rises and the voices that are heard gradually decrease. It was a unilateral development.

"I can't keep my eyes open. What's happening!

"The captain, he's been hit!

When he asks Kay with his evil eyes pointed at him, the seriously wounded, who had refrained from doing so on his side, replies with a sad voice.

(That little girl is such a user, too!

Low-med should be pretty armed with swords and bows just to be in charge of the Raiders' captain. That, even though he had injured his left hand, made him feel overwhelmed while accompanied by his companions - which, while surprised by the fact, strengthens the feeling of being unsavory to boulders. But not to the extent that the enemy is approaching the tree, but when it comes to being such a user...

"……… chip!

There was no way to get here, and the raven magician made up his mind.

Peel your gaze from Kay and change the target of the evil eye.

"Gu -!"

Just as Irene was about to strike at the remaining few, she leaked a bitter voice into the red light directed from the wood. Intense, evil eye even more powerful than earlier. I have the feeling of losing power from my body, and I accidentally step on the spot.

"Now, do it!

The men who saw it as an opportunity shook up their swords and attacked them in unison. Eileen also tries to fly away, but she can't move as she thinks because of the pain of burning her whole body...

"Brrrrrrrrrr!!

There, a brown shadow broke in.

One of the horse thieves gets blown away.

"- Sasquatch!"

An angry sasquatch struck one of the owners. How about a couple of runaway horses, what the injured do?

Besides, Sasquatch is not just a rampage horse.

"Guh!!"

A man who tried to poke his sword from side to side into Sasquatch raises a blood splash and falls in. A bone-like blade jumped out of Sasquatch's front leg, the heel area, and tore the man's torso apart.

"- Bauser hose!!

The old magician was also distracted this time. Unexpectedly gaze at a fierce, horse-shaped demon who is not supposed to be in the region.

That, the gap.

Originally, we were only going to stray from sight for a moment in order to restrain Eileen.

[- Ekzekuciu.]

The grunt didn't arrive.

But the pleasant sounds echoing in the sky, and the fluctuations of magical power that shake the atmosphere.

"- Shit!

If you rush your gaze back, Kay, who has finished releasing the arrow, is looking at you with a residual attitude.

The arrow launched into the sky - the raven's magician who sensed the magic of the Spirit of the Wind whirling around it -

"- Ha ha! If you think of something, child deceit!

Instead, I shrugged.

Kay unleashed a magical arrow guided by the Spirit of the Wind (Sieve).

A magical arrow, even if it is said, is only meant to follow the goal slowly, in this case with no intention other than to accurately shoot through the raven's sorcerer. The arrows themselves are irreplaceable, so they are plain without any particular added effect.

The raven sensed the aftertaste of magic after the activation of the surgery and the spirits surrounding the arrows, and nursed the nature of the surgery, yes, but it was for this reason.

(Thought you'd do a smarter trick... but no other love. It's just an induction ceremony. Out of expectations)

The raven, who stopped the evil eye and flickered off the branch, hid itself behind the trunk of the tree.

Granted technique is merely to direct an arrow.

If you fly and run, they'll track you down. If you use magic to cause and prevent physical phenomena, you will consume a lot of magic.

Then hiding behind the obstacle and preventing the arrows was the most sensible decision.

And the decision was right.

- Constant (...) Conscious (...) to (...) is (...).

Dogong, and a roar shook the tree, and a shock struck the entire body of the raven's sorcerer.

Hot.

The burning fever broke through my chest.

Stunning, if you turn your gaze downwards - a thrust through the trunk of the tree is sticking out of your chest.

――――

Stupid, I thought. The technique given to the arrows, even if it is based on the amount of magic, only has the role of guiding them, and does not increase their attack or penetration -

(- No,)

So, the point was made. Indeed, the idea of preventing it with the trunk of a tree was good. But that's what happens when you deal with a normal bow.

Kay used Dragon Scale Throughout.

The raven operator has no reason to know, but a strong bow that even penetrates the dragon's scales.

In advance, I should have known the power of the bow when I saw the ravages against that horse thief. But I didn't expect to pierce the trunk of the tree - no, I misjudged it - well, I was trying to divert the evil eye from pulling this strong bow -

One understanding after another. But at the same time as he calmed down, the intense pain of burning his soul dyed the operator's vision white.

"Gear ahhhhhhhhhh!!!

From the body of the little raven, a shouting echoes of fright and trembling atmosphere.

It reaches far-flung caravans, and to the screams of an extinct demon whose soul freezes, for a moment, even the air on the battlefield stops.

"… O, Admiral…"

Stunning, and as desperate. The injured man, who was slipping out of his hips and walking in beside him, sounded frightened.

But the red light no longer existed in the eyes of a raven skewered by arrows and drooling without force.