Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

Do you have enough stones of contract to make such a number of magicians sloppy? And?

If there were ten of us, wouldn't it be terrible fighting each other? And?

There's a lot to worry about, but there's nothing I can do if I don't make it through this place first.

"... watch out, watch out"

I got off my horse to collapse, telling Mr. Cain to turn his attention to the Viscounts.

I hit my knee, it hurts.

Sit on the ground. But that's fine.

Each and every one of you will do something about it, even Mr. Cain. Even Count Ennistel can do something about it because the knights of the Count are gathering around.

But if ten men attack at once, the damage will spread to the other soldiers, and this front line will not be maintained.

I'm not yet familiar with tactics, but I can predict that Count Ennistel's army might disintegrate if we mix and panic on enemy allies.

We have to do something about it now.

It's hard to try to concentrate on the magic in the ground. On top of being sloppy and unable to do well, I'm getting colder and colder and I'm going to cry.

But gut yourself, what did you become a magician for!

"This once or so, if you reuse it!

Hit the ground with your hands.

The range of places that had already become sand because of the sorcerer's crunch quickly solidified after catching the legs of the soldiers of the sorcerer's crunch who had spread roughly and were nearby, and nodding the legs of the soldiers around them.

... I knew it didn't work for Viscount Crediaz.

The horse on which the Viscount rode, although it was taken by the sand, did not seem to harden.

Don't miss the gap, the Earl of Ennistel and the cavalry under his flag will attack you.

"How impotent!

I don't know how many magician scumbags Count Ennistel could have defeated because Mr. Cain back there caught me and jumped on the horse.

Full of breath, I can hold like a ball, but I remain.

Mr. Cain runs his horse away where the tree stands in the way of his future.

I guess I'm trying to get as far away from the Viscount as possible in order to provide any more cover by magic.

Only in the meantime, I hoped the Earl of Ennistel would manage to endure,

"Mr. Chiara, get down!

From not so far away, Mr. Cain, looking back, directs with a pressing voice.

Before rushing to make it right, I lay low so that Mr. Cain could cover me, but the tree right in front of me cut off and doubted my eyes.

"Oh, what!?

"The sorcerer's creep is coming after us. I'll shake it off, don't bite your tongue."

"Wow, yes!

I finally get back to you. When I talked more than that, I was really biting my tongue.

Horses rush through the woods with small gradients overlapping at great speeds. I've been worried about hitting a tree, but Mr. Cain seems to believe the horse will avoid it and prioritize moving forward.

Eventually, it slips away.

I came out of the Viscount's influence.

"Mr. Cain, you can already use magic. Down here......"

I couldn't say that word until the end.

I thought I had screamed at the purple electricity I had recently run, and the horse was rammed and shaken off.

Still, I didn't get hurt badly because Mr. Cain held me.

"Mr. Cain, you're okay."

"It's okay. The horse was stopped, and I was able to land well. But......"

Mr. Cain ran trying to hold me again. My legs, which were still shriveling with that sagginess, are not good enough, but I follow them desperately.

Behind me like that, it doesn't get scary with the sound of thunder running again or fire balls thrown at me and exploding.

"Hiya."

If you manage to hide in the shadows of the trees and see what's going on around you in the early attack of the arrow, three soldiers weaving their black Luein cloaks will walk slowly towards me with groans.

That looks like a zombie somewhere.

"Hey, apprentice."

As he was stunned by the ambush of the sorcerer's crookedness, his master came talking to him in a whisper.

"These guys are crazy. I don't see how I'm going to destroy myself at all."

"Huh... Huh?

But surely, groaning doesn't make your hands and feet sandy, nor does it sprinkle magic all around you indiscriminately, as usual. Even if I couldn't stand the pain and sprinkle the fire, I felt oriented there.

Finally, they're throwing it at us.

"If you're a regular magician, you're not in this state."

"Oh, so you're a manipulative normal magician or something?

"I guess not. If you are a normal magician, there is something called reason. You don't move like a manipulated person like that."

Anyway, the opponent seems like a magician scumbag who doesn't quite self-destruct.

It's an unexpected thing, but we have to fight.

Besides, they drew them here, so I'll be optimistic that Count Ennistel's battle should have been easier...

And I, too, can easily use magic because I'm away from Viscount Claudius.

"... sorry!

Apologizing, I manipulated my magic against the sorcerers scumbags.

The dirt beneath their feet stretches out like a large needle, stabbing through their two bodies.

Splashing blood also sanded from the middle of nowhere. Their bodies then collapse in the sand too.

Meanwhile, Mr. Cain, who jumped out, approached the other, tearing apart the flare shell and slashing his neck.

"Chiara, now it's all..."

Mr. Cain changed his complexion.

It was a slight reaction to being able to build a wall out of dirt before I looked back.

Still, the walls of dirt are blown up, and when I fall on the spot, it also makes it hard for me to wake up to the feeling as if my power is being uprooted again.

It was Mr. Cain who woke me up like that.

"The woman who ran away from me... after a long time, she looks more and more like Annamarie..."

To the voice that reaches my ear, my spine creeps.

I was just the person I saw a few times, and the future I would have gotten involved with that person should have stood out for itself. So you shouldn't have to be so disgusted.

Still thirty mels away, there was Viscount Credias.

In front of the Viscount on the horse were those who appeared to have become a few sorcerers sloppy. They walk over for nothing, staring at me.

Tremors are coming up from the bottom of my mind, and my head is going to be filled with despair, coupled with a feeling of losing power.

Mr. Cain starts running in charge of me, unable to move.

"It's no use running anywhere. If there's a magical connection, you'll soon find out where they are. The more I run, the more I'll torment you for it."

The threat complaint and laughter of Viscount Crediaz's inability to escape comes after us.

Ignore it, Mr. Cain ran.

After Mr. Cain like that, the sorcerer scumbag comes running.

Viscount Credias does not move.

Perhaps Viscount Credias knows the extent to which his influence as a mentor can affect him. That's why I'm not in a hurry.

And within the bounds of effect, I'm sure the sorcerer scumbags will defeat Mr. Cain and me and catch them.

"Mr. Cain, grate..."

We need to reduce the magician creep a little bit. Though I think so, shaking because of being in charge and not being able to gain strength in my body also slows me down.

"It's too close here for you to help"

"And."

The sorcerer scumbags that come after me, they're not fast legged. But magic is the same as flying tools.

There have been so many fireballs thrown at me since just now that it seems like a miracle not to hit me.

If you think so, a gust of wind hits you to loosen the trees around you without darkness.

Mr. Cain was also caught underfoot by wind pressure that prevented him from even walking.

Try to hold me in and Mr. Cain falls.

From Mr. Moaning Cain, I tried to roll away.

Throw the copper ore removed from your pocket and touch the soil.

Though I was tempered, I was finally able to create two earthly shapes the size of an adult.

Like when I kept running, I ran out of breath and my throat hurt.

I found my whole body has heat, but I can't stop it here.

Run the earthlings and hit the magician creep coming at you.

Mage Crunch fell on me because of my diminished judgment or two.

But that was the limit. The earthly form collapses and returns to the earth.

Not with these little hands. Somehow, I reached for the knife to use my own blood, and Mr. Cain held me up again.

The journey begins again.

Other magician creases that were approaching while falling, however, set fire to them.

Nearby trees burn and fall. A wind blade struck Mr. Cain, who avoided it.

Inevitably, Mr. Cain's back cloak is slashed and torn. Deep scratches were engraved on the armor.

Mr. Cain, who fell to the ground again due to the impact, tried to hold me in and shelter me, but groans the moment the fireball explodes nearby.

I can tell right away that I was injured. When I woke up, Cain's face, which was always full of smug expressions, seemed to suffer.

"No, no, no, Mr. Cain!

What should I do? Anyway, I was just about to use magic again, and Mr. Cain's hand grabbed my wrist.

"Calm down."

Mr. Cain, who opened his eyes and looked up at me, woke up with his teeth twisted.

"Mr. Chiara, under the cliff ahead... is there a way down?

Asked by Mr. Cain, who lays down his sword as he stands up, I look around a bit.

There was indeed a cliff a dozen meters away.

Looks pretty tall. Specifically, it would be about a four-story building.

When I say we're going down, from my situation or that of Mr. Cain, it's impossible to build a staircase and run down. How to get down as fast and easy as possible.

"Yes!

"Then make it!

That's what Mr. Cain runs to the magician scumbags.

I wanted to call it off, but maybe I had an idea. 'Cause earlier, Mr. Cain didn't tell me to just run away.

Believe me you'll come with me, I scratch my hands with a knife, and let the blood fill me with the freshly grabbed copper ore out of my pocket with a swinging hand.

I feel sick like when I have a terrible fever. But if I can't do this, I, on the other hand, can't help Mr. Cain.

I walked down to the edge of the cliff and dropped the copper ore there.

"At once, if you do it... eh"

Better not take the time. That's what I thought, I manipulated magic all at once.

Some of the cliffs collapse, and the next moment I have things as planned, my breath becomes so painful that I nod on the spot.

But I can't fall asleep here.

"Cainness......!

Believe me, I embark myself on a slide I made myself.

The slide, built to wear a cliff wall, took me downstairs with great momentum.

Like chasing it, Mr. Cain also slips down and catches me on the way. Otherwise, the moment I got off the ground, it wasn't something I figured out how far I'd been rolling with the momentum on.

But you pulled me off the slide. Look at Mr. Cain, I take a breath.

Mr. Cain was already full of creativity.

The sleeves on his left arm were burnt and his chest armor was already torn and half gone. There were also thoroughly mutilated marks on his legs, all over his blood.

Still, he still fought.

I guess the sorcerer scumbag really has very little thinking ability. Two of them followed me and fell off a cliff, and I stayed dead.

But one of them used a slide to chase me, and one came down with wind magic.

I groaned and filled some of the slides I had made with every sorcerer's crease.

The other, even though he was further slashed and torn in the left arm, was defeated by Mr. Cain.

Mr. Cain, looking back, was out of breath and fluttered enough to see it for the first time.

Still carry me forward and forth.

To those with Alan and the others at all.