Unmotivated Hero's Tale

"Aynce, what happened to Master Elise?

Lute asks Eince that as he sees the enemy who casts his magic at himself by distance and healing.

Then, Aynth's sorry words were returned immediately.

"That's in their hands..."

"... well. Then we'll have to break through and chase them first. I'll leave the rats handling that fire to you!

Speak the word No, Lute dances to the wind magician who became a ship.

Meanwhile, Aince nodded at Lute's words, turning to the Mage of Fire.

"Well, let's move on to World War II"

Aince to rapidly shrink open distances with words.

And it is precisely the moment we enter into the midst of the sword that the flames once again dwell in the hands of the enemy magician.

"Hmm, you fools!

"That's my line...... freeze on!

At the moment when the magic of the enemy is unleashed, Eince cries out with his right hand on the belly of a sword that he will not waver.

As soon as possible, cold air covered around his sword.

Granting magic that only a handful of operators can exist.

Seeing it, the Mage of Fire is upset.

But he can no longer undo the fire magic, and he releases it straight toward Eince.

Flames and cold air.

They intersect, overlap and, as a result, pale cold air cuts the flame in two.

Yes, every magician's body in the confronting empire.

"" Steife Breese ""

"'Gail'"

Lute confronts the wind magician.

He had a thorough magic battle.

A distortion of air is created in front of the eyes of both sides, creating and disappearing a bursting sound at their midpoint.

"... were you a magician too?

"You interpreted him as a swordsman on your own because he was cut with a sword? Hmm, that's stupid."

"Shit, just because you accidentally hurt me doesn't mean you're not doing too well. Vilbervint!"

When a magician casts that spell, the pressure of the air that doubles earlier fluctuates, creating a bunch of wind before the magician.

"Hmm, that's some sweet construction of magic. Howard Wind!"

With an invincible grin, Lute happens to produce a bunch of wind about twice that of an enemy magician.

And the moment the two magics staggered, the Empire's wind magician was slapped against the burning giant tree that stood behind him.

"The play is over. Elise is waiting for you."

"I see...... it does seem that your magic is better than mine. But the battle is the last thing that stood, it's going to be the winner!

When the magician raises his left hand, the Talim private soldiers lurking on all sides of the lute leap in unison.

"Chip, little one. Gail!"

Flying back wide, Lute creates an air distortion in his left hand, blowing up a private soldier on his left.

But from behind the blown up private soldiers, one new soldier after another appeared, and at some point there was a siege net built against Lute.

"No matter how strong you are, what about this difference in numbers?"

A siege net of private soldiers swollen up to ten.

Seeing Lute look around hatefully at it, the magician smiles at the winner.

Lots of passives.

Before this difficult situation of denial, Lute sets out one determination.

But at that moment, his right shoulder was suddenly slapped.

"So shall I join one person there"

What existed there was exactly what Eince looked like trying to stand up to in full creativity.

"... Eince, you've worked hard enough. Be quiet and rest there."

"No, didn't your senior just say not to give up until the end"

In response to that reply, which appears to be Eince, Lute slightly loosens that harsh look.

Meanwhile, the enemy magician, who saw them do so, gave that last proclamation his mouth in bitter laughter.

"Well, did you enjoy your last conversation? Let's get this over with."

When the magician's words are uttered, the private soldiers fly in unison.

One enemy soldier after another.

The two of them managed to reduce that number by half against ten private soldiers.

But it should be called water on a burning stone.

Because one new enemy soldier after another rushed to the scene, and their movements were slowing down, and they were surrounded by as many as fifteen enemies at all times.

"Well, no matter how strong you guys are, it'll be the limit already. Time to give up."

The words echo in space, and the two exhale small.

Unovershadowed situation, unovershadowed defeat.

That was spreading in front of them.

But at the next moment, an arrow suddenly pierces the side head of one soldier who was building a siege net.

And as it was, the soldier fell to his forehead to sink in.

Rebels bewildered by sudden events.

But shortly afterwards, countless arrows of flames poured down from their heads, and in the midst of the agitation, one soldier after another pierced his limbs and collapsed into the arrows of flames.

"Hey, I'm having a hard time climbing the mountain and I'm late. Sorry, both of you."

An unmotivated voice that doesn't look good in a stuck space.

The moment it resonates, the private soldier, the magician of the wind, and Eince and Lute run their gaze in the direction in which their voices were uttered.

That's what their eyes showed.

It was the figure of a dark-haired man who was to breathe on his shoulders and his men because of an unplanned mountain climb.