Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

When I explain what I'm trying to do to Count Ennistel, I see Salehardo's soldiers across the tree.

A soldier in a green cape was slowly advancing along a loose slope covered in rotten soil.

I immediately lay my hands on the dirt on the side of the Earl of Enistel, who stopped the march, to activate the sorcery.

"Wall, staircase!

Exuberant as the earth stands before the army of Salehardt.

It's got stairs, so it's deep and hard to collapse, and the other guy needs to split up.

I could see from the edge of the wall how the Salehardo army would stop marching confused by the wall.

"Divide into two hands! Follow me on the other side!

When Count Ennistel gave the order to the soldiers and knights under his flag, he led part of the army to climb the steps at once.

Keep up the momentum and jump.

From across the wall, anger and screaming, the sound of a sword trident sounded, and I could speculate that it had become very boring to me, too.

Most importantly, it's amazing around an old man on a goat getting ahead of him.

The Salehards couldn't even shoot an arrow at the assault that followed the emergence of the wall, and it looks like it's being ravaged.

The remaining Ennistel army proceeds from the left hand side of the wall.

On my right hand side, I used more magic.

Having created a giant colorful kabe with dirt, I defeat it against the Salehardo army like only one domino.

I'm a little out of breath, but I guess I could have done enough damage and intimidation to hold back.

I think the Counts of Ennistel on the other side could have been avoided enough for that size.

If you think that Salehardo's army on the right hand side of the wall was thin... for some reason, a few Salehardo soldiers come running over here screaming.

"How come this way?

The reason soon turned out.

A soldier who has fled later falls from his feet to the spot, his whole body turning to sand.

Soil magician crunch that sands both the soil on the spot and the surroundings. The Luainian soldiers involved also fell in the sand.

There's a sorcerer crunch...... and dirt.

"Mr. Cain, we have to stop that!

"How are you?

"I'm still fine. And there's no obstruction so far!

After all, I concluded that this was because there was a sorcerer's devil.

I also made about three Mel earthlings (golems).

Then Mr. Cain said, "It's just in case," and he stepped down and put me on the horse.

Keep it up, Mr. Cain, run for what I want. To defeat that magician scumbag.

Salehard's soldiers, who were trying to get away from the sorcerer's crunch, suddenly fell on the spot.

"Fooled me, even me... how could you!

The Salehardo soldiers wander around screaming and whirl the wind every time they wave up their hands and feet.

"Mr. Cain!

As the wind decided to slash and tear the surrounding ground like a sickle, it scattered around and disappeared to cause a magic cut within a range of about ten mels.

But Mr. Cain was right on his side.

The wind of the wind strikes Mr. Cain as well.

The left sleeve of Mr. Cain's clothes was slashed and torn apart, and the blue cloak was cut wide.

Still seems to have avoided a great deal of damage with armor and a sword that I kneaded before to shelter.

Mr. Cain with the wind clearance approaches a new magician creep.

In an instant, he stopped his breath, and the sorcerer crumbled into sand.

In the meantime, the soldiers of those who use earthly sorcery, even the trees around them and the walls I built.

It's good that the other Salehardo soldiers are going to leave this place to the sorcerer scumbag, or they won't come close, but if they stay like this, the walls they use to stop them will break.

The cavalry of Earl Ennistel, who apparently was nearby, also seems unable to approach him for fear that his horse would be taken by the sand.

It was when I got off my horse and thought of my next hand.

"I didn't expect to be afraid to this extent! Kalana!"

A white old man jumps into view, riding on a white goat who suddenly runs up on the wall. When did you come around? Or did the goat jump over the wall?

Anyway, Earl Ennistel threw the spear he had at some point, from the top of the goat.

With the sound of cutting the wind, the spear pierces the sorcerer's crease. As it was, the sorcerer's crunch became sand, assimilated to the surrounding area and he didn't even know what it looked like.

That's the Immortal.

"It doesn't matter, Evrard knight."

He was the Earl of Enistel who spoke to Mr. Cain, but Mr. Cain seemed to realize something.

"More than that, Lord Ennistel, have this one!

When called, the goat jumps down the wall again, and Count Enistel, who also jumped from that goat, rushes over to Mr. Cain.

That's how I carved a wrinkle between my eyebrows next to Cain, who lifts the clothes left over from the soldier who unleashed the wind magic earlier.

"... Again, a disguise"

Impersonation?

"You're a soldier of Luain. It's not built like that armor over there."

Luain's soldiers? So this is the Luein army!?

I follow and look around. I was relieved to knock him out because I thought he was a sorcerer scumbag, but I might have Viscount Credias.

At that time, my gaze is drawn to one place.

Troops weaving green capes that seemed to have hundreds of people, trying to come close by bypassing the sand. to the person riding a little rear of it.

"Ugh..."

I am attacked by a feeling of blood pulling and tiredness. I was held by a horse's neck and full of support for my body.

"Cain..."

Even if I wanted to call you, I wouldn't get out loud.

Soon, however, Mr. Cain and the others noticed them.

"Have you come because you think it's less dangerous?"

Mr. Cain also lays down his sword. "Mm," the Earl of Enistell snaps as he takes the spear he was putting on his horse.

"Isn't that the Viscount of Magician Doubt?

"Credius......?

Mr. Cain looks back at me by that name and makes his expression look bad.

"Mr. Chiara!

He realizes my condition and tries to rush over.

On the other hand, I was unable to distract myself from Viscount Crediaz because of a nervousness I did not know what sorcery would be used.

I feel more meat on my face than I've seen before. Thanks to that frog-like eye became less noticeable, but definitely. There was no way I could have misseen such a distinctive face.

Eventually the mouth moved.

I can't use lip reading. But I thought I knew what you said.

- I found it, I said.

My spine is swollen.

The master has no tongue, but makes a tongue-beating noise.

"All right, disciple, there were signs of magicians everywhere to trap you."

"Wow...?

"That little girl named Aida was also a magician. But because of the stone of the contract, it's just as hard for you to spot it... Perhaps with the same hands, he was aiming for an opportunity to stir his place out of your eyes and get so close."

Even while we were talking that way, there was a change going on around Viscount Credias.

Multiple roars mingle with the sound of a sword trident heard from the left edge of the wall I made, gradually becoming louder.

Ten soldiers in the front row, when they begin to suffer as they whisk their throats, they make sure the other soldiers kick them out and move on.

From them, signs of increasing magic were felt without concentrating the spirit.

All of them were slackened by magicians.