Virtuous Old Man, SSS-Rank is Confirmed in Your Next Life

I went out to the garden after breakfast.

I don't have any particular plans in the morning, so I decided to accompany you to Ange's practice.

"Best wishes, Master Alec"

"Yeah, good luck with that"

"Yes!"

Ange had a lovely temper.

Ever since the first check for magical aptitude, Ange has continued to enhance the healing magic of its highest aptitude.

For my sake, he keeps saying he wants to be useful in times of need. He's healthy and bullying.

"Here we go."

"Start with the Mpapato ceremony?

"Yes."

That's what Ange said, boosting her magic.

Efficiently, the technique of exercising magic with the limit of magic that the person possesses, the Mpapato formula.

I was the first to teach the students of the magic school, but of course Ange gets to meet them.

Match Ange's breath so she can give you some advice.

Ange caught a wave of her own magic and used the magic of healing at the peak.

Yeah, no complaints.

The healing magic was activated at 99% of the limit.

There was nothing to be nervous about, and he usually took it.

I breathed for advice, but it didn't seem necessary.

Speaking of healing magic alone, Ange would already be a user enough to contend for one or two in the Empire.

The magic hangs on me.

"- That?"

"Huh?"

I raised my voice and Ange reacted to it.

Ange's healing magic was stable, despite events that disturbed her concentration.

Yes, I was.

"What is it, Master Alec?"

You're not recovering.

"Yes!? What do you mean?

"Not hung in the first place? It feels like you're wearing rain feathers on a rainy day."

"Uh..."

I wonder what that means.

Indeed, Ange's healing magic is activated.

But as I analogized, I feel rain over the rain feathers, but my skin doesn't get any wet - it's not recovering.

"I wonder what's going on"

"Pompous."

"Hiccup."

Ange raised her voice in surprise.

Dorothy is the one who's been interrupting the conversation.

I must have just gotten my upper body out of my shadow.

"Dorothy, what's wrong?

"Pompous, uncomfortable"

"Pompous?"

The uncomfortable came through.

She said she loved jimmy, so she didn't have to ask the question - even though it was pocky.

What "pompous" is the problem?

"What do you mean?

Dorothy silently cut her own palm with the short knife I gave her, keeping her torso out.

"-!"

The sight of Ange was so painful that she accidentally drank her breath that her palm was cut off.

It healed instantly.

"Pompous."

"You mean the recovery's flowing to Dorothy?

Dorothy nods.

Just figured out the situation, Ange stopped the healing magic.

"What do you mean, Master Alec?"

……

I don't pick my chin, think.

Overall, I judged the situation and then asked the Sword of the Wise to match the answers.

"Sounds like it was that swap that helped Dorothy."

"Swap?"

"I helped Dorothy by replacing her flesh with Hershel's secret method. It's like the flesh and soul 'remember' it."

Return once you have transferred your soul to Homunculus. Swap.

"That, combined with its ability to enter the shadows, created an unexpected effect. While Dorothy's in the shadows, she's going to embezzle the Lord of Shadows - the host - restorative magic and fortified magic."

"So you were"

Convinced Ange, but Dorothy looked unfloated.

"What's wrong with you?

"I'll take away your recovery. Annoying?"

"That's not true!

Before I answered, I said it in a tone that Ange would affirm.

"No?

"Yes! Master Alec is strong enough that he doesn't need to recover. So no problem at all."

"... yes"

Now Dorothy convinced me.

Ange's comfort clearly relieved my expression.

Too much lifting, but if Dorothy won't mind, fine.

I sent Ange a thank you note.

Ange, innocently, stared back at me with her neck hanging from Nico's face.

... vegan, I wonder if it was.

I was single this afternoon and headed to sweep the remnants of the rebellion.

Since the rebellion in the north, he's been sweeping the remnants of the rebels.

Most of the time at first Eliza the Patience was targeted, but these days, don't go after Eliza directly, she's moving guerrillaly around over there.

Every time that information comes in, it's crushing.

"Ahhh!

Cut one of the countryside into the whole occupied rebels.

In the countryside, cut down the next person who comes out next with the sword of a wise man.

The other side used the terrain well to intercept me.

He who resists head-on in the front, he who shields rural buildings and shoots magic from afar, he who propagates the roof and jumps from the sky and ambushes.

Disable them with one slash at a time, restrain them with magic cuffs, and soothe them first.

Where we slaughtered less than 300 people, we reach the central square where the villagers are imprisoned and gathered in one place.

"Are you..."

The man in front of me looked familiar.

A man who leads dozens of remaining men and laughs violently against the backdrop of a hostage villager.

A man who attacked me before and freed me after a beating.

You seem to remember me.

"Are you still doing this? If you do that..."

"Phew."

The man laughed cynically.

If you look closely, there was no ahead from the right wrist.

I didn't technically have a hand.

At the end of his wrist, he wears a sharp blade with an attachment.

The man put on a magic cuff and let go. And the fact that this is happening now.

"Can't you stop doing bad things yet?

"What is it?

Man laughing at Niyaniya.

"I showed you this because I tell you how grateful I am, don't I? Thus -"

"Ghaaaa!

The man stabbed a blade at one of the villagers in custody.

"You can now taste the feeling of cutting meat directly."

"... if you do that, your next life will be tough, okay? If we start over now, we're still..."

"Interested."

The man said that as he continued to nibble.

Even though the whole world knows about rebirth and the final judgment, there is no zero transient person who doesn't believe in it or even now is fine.

I can't seem to convince you.

I saw the soul of a man in the capacity of the divine.

Much blacker now.

I can at least stop you right now.

"- Mmm!"

My feet glowed.

The magic formations appeared, not the magic I exercised.

Traps, and boundaries.

This has happened a lot before. So I was able to grasp the situation immediately.

A man showed me his wrist and slashed the villagers to stop me from moving.

"Don't freak out, all right? Well, you can't do that."

"What's this?

"The Connection of Diastimas. I've done some reflection on the losers so far."

"Diastima......"

"There was a guy who failed because he would never be human before, and based on that, he would never be human if he had a soul. It took me six months to get ready, but what do you say, you can't move? It doesn't matter who you are or who you have a soul."

……

Ask the Sword of the Wise.

Diastima's junction, as the man put it, is a great junction involving the earth that restricts every action of those with souls who go inside.

The effect is also still absolute, even if I transform into homunculus, my actions are restricted because I have a soul.

It is something that cannot be broken by force.

"Whoa! Let's tear him apart!

On the man's decree, my men approached me.

"Are you okay to come in?

"Oh, my God, it only works for one person."

"That's right..."

From front, back, left, and right, the four of them came together and slashed me.

Zach! Zach! Zupapa!

"Ghaaaa!

"Hey what!!!

"How can you move!?

Intercept the four looming men with the Sword of the Wise.

Slaughter to the point of depriving them of their combat abilities, all lagging behind screaming.

"If so, silly, why can you move"

The man was stunned. I have absolute confidence in the kingdom, and the late stunner that broke it.

I glanced at my shadow for a moment and made sure Dorothy didn't come out - that I couldn't move.

"Let's get this far"

"Chi, chi, chi, hey!

Retake the Sage's sword.

I took control of the men again.