Beginning with disqualification, the Growing Magic Guide Road! - Spell Development Sometimes War Jou

It was the voice called from the back of the woods that pierced my heart on the lid.

The voice heard belongs to the woman, and it is also a beautiful voice with a young woman's spirituality.

Seylan, all turned to those who heard voices, and watched the darkness that swept behind the trees, something like a white jaw appeared blurry.

Eventually it was fixed to a bright white colour like white magnetism, defining its shape like a man's face.

Is this an illusion shown by the Xu, or is it the presence of only the human person pictured in the psychic photograph?

At the same time that the outline of the white mask clearly floats, an unhidden mouth and a blue coat surrounding the woman's limbs appear.

Yet translucent ghosts, as if they had gained color flavor and shape.

When someone in the white mask appeared to peel off the darkness, he stopped through the bush and thanked Seylan.

"It is my first pleasure, His Royal Highness King Saylan Crocellulod, Prince of King Rhinol. My name is Arius. Call me Undying Arius."

A white mask who introduced himself like that - to Arius, Seylan showers a harsh word.

"Things I missed. You don't seem to know the manipulation, such as to make such a frivolous name. It's not just a name."

"That's disrespectful. I am not a noble man, so forgive the trespasses."

Arius flushes the words of blame in a cool tone. I'm not sure I'm confusing this situation, but it seems to be a floating personality for a long time.

Seylan, on the other hand, snorts at dissatisfaction, increasing the pressure he puts on the field.

To the invisible power of crushing the guts, but where does Arius blow the wind? Among all this pressure, the mouth, not hidden in the mask, is distracted by an invincible grin.

"Are you from the Empire?"

"Yeah. It would be self-evident to show up in this situation."

This strange rhetoric without mentioning it, though. When he thought it was a good time to come out, what a partisan he was, Arius also kept his gaze slightly against Seylan and turned this way.

"Arks-kun, you said?

"Why even my name?

"I've been watching you for a long time."

That would mean that we had also heard the name earlier.

And from there, you mean you were watching without even helping your allies?

I'm still separated - I'm so sure. Shortly after that, I hear footsteps coming from behind her.

Were you laying down your soldiers? One imperial soldier after another emerged from the woods, scattered to surround himself and Seylan.

They're not like the black leopard rides earlier, but they seem different from the average Imperial soldier.

If you're an Imperial soldier, you won't let this plane get away and you should hit Ceylan first.

But I couldn't figure out how not to move around...

As he stands, Arius gives thanks to himself.

A kingdom-style salute with arms turned to your chest and your head deeply bowed.

That's how much respect I felt for Ceylan.

"Arcs Laceft. We have just seen all the magic performed in the battle against Lord Dusseia. I also thought I had immersed myself in the magic guide for a long time, but the magic you used was as if you had no knowledge. As long as you're completely embarrassed."

"Thanks for that."

"You reply carelessly"

"... hmm"

"Hehe, it's a healthy thing. It's going to be hard for me to reply like that now."

Arius smiles at his mouth as if he feels it even with a smile.

Does she end her flattery early enough to get to the point?

"I have one favor for you, the magic that pierced the [Type I Barrier Formation Reformation (Wall Alter)] I just used. Why don't you tell me that?

… Perhaps [Class I Barrier Formation Reformation (Wall Alter)] is the defensive magic used by Imperial Demon Instructors. And this woman named Arius seems convinced that the magic that broke it is [a rotating magic barrel (spinning barrel)].

Doesn't this certainty make any sense?

"- No. It's obvious, isn't it?

"I guess. But I'm not going home with my bare hands either."

"So, what do we do?

"Right. So instead of telling us that here, what about missing His Highness Saylan......?

……

In this situation, will it come?

Something about shaking your mind, too, if they do give you such a condition.

It is a critical situation for the kingdom that we may lose Ceylan.

It really doesn't sound like a bad story.

That's when I almost rode the temptation.

I can't do that.

"Your Highness..."

"On the terms I've spoken of, there's only one thing left to be missed. It doesn't include the Kingsguards, and more importantly, it doesn't mention Arcs."

"Naturally. If you miss even Kingsguard, you won't have any excuses for me, and more importantly, you'll have to work hard to teach Arks-kun magic."

"Then again. You can swallow those terms."

When Seylan so disconnects, Arius smiles with an inclusiveness in his mouth.

"- Again, because it has to do with tools to measure magic?

"Well, what is it?"

"You don't mind if I don't know, Your Royal Highness? Already we know its existence. Heh, I haven't been able to recover the actual product yet."

"… you"

There is a clear hostility to the pressure of Seylan. Even if the force of invisibility turns into sharpness that pierces the cutting edge, but Arius remains motionless. Instead, bounce on the tone and make a cross pointer of intoxication.

"He's the one who made the example tools. I saw the battle earlier and was convinced. Magic conductor Arcs Laceft. There was certainly a different kind of mechanism in the magic you used from the theory of magic that we know. Yes... right. It's as if you were the only one in a distant future who could see such an unnaturalness."

…………

"It's really great. You can't let that talent bury your knowledge as a magician of a single country. I would definitely like to invite you to be one of the stars responsible for one of our silver stars"

Did you know you couldn't negotiate, and now you run to solicitation?

But the answer I speak of was one.

"I don't mean to. I just made up my mind which way to go."

"... Really? That's a shame. I didn't want to take the form of force if I could."

"... come"

"This is a thank you for showing me the magic earlier. Let me show you my magic first."

When White Mask Arius says so, he begins chanting.

Its presence in the "- ■ ■ ■ sought by and of the flame. Buried in the course of time, forgotten and in the footsteps. Dreaming of a rebirth ■ is here. be spun by the wisdom of Now it's a fantasy ■ ■, never stop ■ ■, and let the roar rise '

――■■■■■

When [magic letters (arts glyphs)] scattered in front of the Arius, they formed and unfolded a huge magic formation as it burned. The space at the center of the magic formation began to distort the statue vaguely, whilst still searching the photograph, showing signs that would anticipate some appearance.

A giant flaming bird that eventually emerges from its vague boundaries.

When it jumped out with the stiff wind, the shock wave preceded it and ran in a straight line backwards as it drew the fire line.

Forests blow with flames as they withstand so much wind pressure that they are likely to be blown away.

Looking back, there's a smoking passage over there.

The forest was torn apart by flames.

The spell............... I heard it. Nearly everything. This is because Arius didn't exhaust his hands to avoid being asked about the spell.

But...

(The current spell...)

I can't determine the source by matching the scriptures I've read with the spells I've heard.

There are many parts of the Chronicle that have not yet been deciphered, but the contents are recorded in my mind, like formatted data. But from the current spell, I couldn't even find a similar heirloom.

Sometimes I guess because there were words and adults that I had never even heard of.

But it's this intense enough to blow up the woods. It would also be for a reason that we control the word [flame], but it seems that there is a power that we can never exert in creation or something like that.

Did that mean that you were talking about parts that you hadn't deciphered?

Seylan drops her hips and whispers in her ear.

(... Arcs, any magic left?

(... sorry. Almost already)

(... no, there's a way)

So, is there one option?

"Your Highness, run away from here."

"Don't call me an idiot. The rest will be Saylan Crocellulode. You can't turn your back on someone like a soldier."

"But that magician is special. All of you..."

"I still know that's something I'm not good at. But we can't just leave here."

"My left hand doesn't move. I'm a foot wrapper."

"It's only if it does. What's the new king without protecting his people?"

"Shit."

"... I know more than once that this is a stupid choice. Still the rest..."

Arius asks as Seylan raises his groaning voice.

"Is it time for you to talk to me?

"... eh"

"I can't believe it. Don't think you'll do what you want."

Seylan finds herself up and starts putting lightning around her body.

Is this an all-powerful battle posture? The magic swirls and even creates the illusion of being right under the storm.

On the other hand, the Kingsguards also began to move to become shields this time.

Even if it doesn't stop, if it gets in the way of the enemy, it will be treading when Seylan can afford to defeat the Imperial Soldier. As long as we can secure chanting time, Seylan shouldn't lose.

Collect your own remaining Absolute Smelting Magic into your right hand and wait for a chance to rebel.

That's how Arius raised his hand shortly after Seylan began to whine.

Swing it down and the enemy will move - it was when such a hunch ran.

Horizontal - From the side of the street, intense shockwaves rush through.

"Nah -!?"

"This is..."

What the hell happened? One of the Imperial soldiers, who was blocking the streets, raised a squeal of persecution as he faced a bursting storm that twisted the trees.

"- Run, run, run, run, run!

The fury as if it had exploded is to witness any calamity.

Immediately after, the surrounding trees burst into flames. The flames were transmitted to the trees at a rate that seemed to have set fire to the wilderness, and the scenery around them was engulfed by a thriving flame.

The area turned bright red in an instant.

From somewhere, was the offensive magic of the flames shot in?

That's what I thought for a while, and now along the streets, there's a fluidity of sorts, like a molten magma. The movement is white-wave while eroding the sandy beach at the wave strike. The surface touching the air is oxidized black and peeled off.

"Ah, ah... akatsu, nami"

An imperial soldier who saw it raised the voice of despair this time.

It's probably because we've seen a disaster that people can't resist. That sight of Magma pushing at a terrible rate is so desperate to squeeze her heart, even when she sees an unreal movie. If that's the real deal, needless to say.

Yes, the identity of it, like a magma, is melted iron everywhere.

An ultra-high temperature melt that red-heats, shows red contours, and emits eye-burning heat and light. Though it may be a thousand two hundred degrees or a thousand five hundred degrees, the heat that burns the skin does transmit visibly.

The molten water flowing from the streets pushed like waves, swallowed the Imperial soldiers, and soon cooled to black and solidified. White smoke rises from the statue of cast iron, and snoring magic letters, the remainder of the magic, are scattered as they rise into the universe.

"This is..."

"Have you come?"

The room disappears from Arius's voice as Seylan seeps delightful colors into his voice.

"... say it's in the open air. Flowing, spilling sea urchins. Is it the spine of the earth, the Ironclad Mountains - one of the ten words that made the heavens and the earth of the world?"

Yes, the Chronicle is the first, and the Heaven and Earth Opening Book describes the great event of heaven and earth creation.

Light from heaven.

Cold flames.

The Great Vortex of Varha.

Legaire, the blue-blue giant.

Although it is still called the Ten Words Elephant, Akatsunami is said to have formed one of them, the Cross Mountains, which straddle the continent.

And in the kingdom, it was also the head of the National Magic Instructor, said to be comparable to the top three seats.

"- No, thank God. I didn't know you'd bother telling me where you were."

From across the street, I hear such a familiar voice.

Fished by my voice, I turned around and beyond.

A familiar figure stood at that center of the flowing red river, on the cold, blackened black iron.

"Ah..."

Was the leaking exhalation a joy and relief?

The magician pokes out the cigar without making a creation.

Then the melted iron lifted up and burned its tip.

When I inhale the smoke, eventually, I spit heavenly.

Seylan, who saw it, gave it its name as a relief.

"Melted Iron Demon Instructor..."

It was Crave Arvent, a magician with an alias of melted iron in the kingdom, who appeared ringing his military shoes on a cold black iron pavement.

Muscular greatness filled with magic around the body.

He now has his coat of arms caught on his shoulder and is wearing a huge swing of cigars on fire, despite the fact that he is in military action.

Those who escape the difficulty of dissolving water on the fence come across the iron floor for a special attack. But Crave is in no hurry. In the meantime, I let the smoking cigar go out of my mouth and bounced it off towards the Imperial Soldier.

"Guh."

"Sweet."

Crave says so in disdain, beating a flickering Imperial soldier to death with his back fist. Such words are raw, such as it looks painful. Because, literally, the Imperial Soldier was scattered before the Iron Fist.

The body of a desperate imperial soldier was eventually exposed to a wave of molten water pushed from the crossing.

"Uncle..."

Calling, Crave turned this way and nodded once, quickly pounding his knee against Ceylan.

"Crave Arvent, Magic Instructor of Melted Iron. I have taken His Majesty's life and I am here now."

"Melted iron, well done."

"Your Highness, I'll take care of everything else."

"Oh. Please."

My body floats in the universe in the pretense as I hear such an exchange.

Such a feeling that someone will wake you up. Look up, there's a familiar face.

"Master Arcs."

"Noah......"

It was Noah who supported my body.

Probably led Crave, who came to reinforcements, to the streets.

Then, from behind Crave, his men, the Wizards, appear.

After they cast the magic of lowering the temperature, they rely on the pavement of black iron to expand around.

Divide into those who move to surround Arius and those who enter into the help of the Kingsguard.

In the meantime, Crave looks around. Eventually, Ni has turned an invincible grin about figuring out what was going on here.

"Arcs! Well done! You showed me your guts!

"Hehe..."

Stick your fist up to respond, even though Noah holds you.

The words from Crave were the most delightful compliments I've ever heard.

"... does that mean His Majesty Sinl Crocellulod was better than His Excellency the General"

"Naturally. Don't think His Majesty will be so late for the Empire?

When Crave says so back, he turns to Arius for a hot wind-like martial arts.

Exactly in this situation, could Arius not help but feel a sense of crisis?

"You can't help it if this happens. Let's leave."

"Let it be."

"No, let me do that"

When Arius said so, he jumped to escape the waves of molten iron, still on a safe tree.

A wave of dissolved water then stripped where she was, and Crave instantly stretched the dissolved water into the universe.

Crave's [Iron Floor Tsunami] is a magic of transformation. Once used, the melted iron can be freely manipulated until the magic runs out or the user, Crave, blocks the supply of magic.

It is the first cod that can be cooled and hardened to iron, returned to boiled water, or thus stretched into hollow.

As the melting water approaches, when Arius says something, a magical defense appears before her.

The tentacles of dissolved water stretched back into the translucent barrier.

"... well, that's pretty good."

"It's an honor to compliment those who manipulate one end of the world's creation"

"Well, what are you trying to say, more awesome?

"No way, that's too deep a read. Not enough to say it was prevented to this extent, is it?

"... heh"

Crave chuckles with his nose, closes one eye, and immediately shakes his right hand up. As it moved, the water dissolved spread further around, still stretching higher than the back length of the trees, as if it had reversed the waterfall flow.

Such a sight that even our allies can't help but have fear and despair.

Just before that extreme mass strikes.

The appearance of Arius turns to blush on the lid.

Loose, loose.

Immediately afterwards, the hot water that arrived contacted Arius. But the molten water pushed past her.

"What -?"

Crave makes a surprising voice. That should also be because Arius, who should have been directly hit by the water melting, was still floating flat on the spot. Sure, you should have taken a direct hit.

But the statue remains on the spot, as if it had also hit stereoscopic footage. What the hell kind of contact is that? It didn't seem like he used magic either, but he did.

Because safety has been established, the statue alone, Arius, opens his mouth in a calm manner.

"... I didn't think I could do this far to the Crusaders. Pork Nadar. General Barg Gruba. The ambush of Dusseia Lubanca. And finally, this me. All the strength and measures were in place. Nevertheless, I didn't expect that all of it would be suppressed..."

"I was licking the kingdom, but that's why."

"No, you couldn't have been licking it. Otherwise, we wouldn't have planned so many measures around."

Then why?

I don't even have to ask someone.

Because the answer is extremely simple.

So,

"That's obvious, isn't it?

That's what I say.

"... may I ask why?

"Because the direction you guys were facing fell apart. No matter how powerful a bunch of guys get together, I can't stop showing my strength to the fullest. So if you move like you want to be torn apart, it's natural to be a leg pull, right?

…………

"Surely you guys must have all moved for victory. Neither Polk Nadar, nor the general of the Empire who came to ambush me, nor you who don't know what it is. But it's visible that we're broke at a time when we despise each other. There's no way people who only think about themselves can beat people who unite in one thing, is there?

"Do this. You're right."

When Arius said so, he turned the tone into something magical.

"He defeated [the First Barrier Formation (Wall Alter)] and also defeated Lord Dusseia. In that way, I guess I had a good look at this fight as well. In other words."

- For the Empire to prevail here, you should have done something about you first.

Arius, who said so, fades the appearance even further.

"Magic conductor, Arcs Laceft. Please remember what I said earlier. We're waiting for you to change your mind."

He said, "Unplug it."

In response to that malicious response, Arius grinned back and eventually disappeared from the spot like smoke.

There is no way of showing up again.

Is this finally over?

Immediately after, with relief, the darkness comes covered from above.

It hurt all over my body, and it was the limit.

"Dear Arcs!? Cheer up!

Noah rocks her body.

"Oh, Arcs! Hey, Arcs! Hang on, you son of a bitch!

Crave's voice approaches.

"Arcs! Arcs. Ugh!

Just before my consciousness broke, the last thing I heard was Seylan's persecuted scream.