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

Those who suddenly entered the warehouse were soldiers of the armed leadership.

Headed by a red-brown-haired kid with a giant sword, they're all men who seem to bend over.

Moreover, some of them even interact with people who match the personages shown before the assignment.

Those are the little lords who keep their territory here in Rustinel territory.

It is the belly of Louise Rustinel, the fierce ones who heard the sound.

... Rustinel's system of governance is slightly different from other lands and sometimes leaves the lords to work in the field commanders.

Before the Rustinel family erection, it was probably a remnant of a time when the territory was small and the talent was low.

Because those who are capable are often those of good standing or origin.

They say this is a measure to enable them to demonstrate their abilities efficiently.

A system which, in relation to the number of troops, was forced to reform the military system and was the exact opposite of the empire, where the division of the chain of command proceeded.

As for Rivel, who has learned to organize more efficiently and effectively in a military school, these ways seem somewhere fossilized.

Now that's terrible.

That should be it, too.

Because of this, more than one strong force, equivalent to a hundred manpower, came into this place.

Rivel hurries to hide behind a familiar crate.

What Rivel learned at the military academy was knowledge to command the troops.

Though I know a lot about martial arts for once, rough things are not a part of it.

Peeping from the back of the crate towards the entrance, a man refrained beside the red-brown-haired child shouted on the spot.

"It's the Rustinel Army! We're going to do an extraordinary investigation! Don't move. Keep your hands on the floor and get down! Anyone who does not obey instructions shall be deemed to be willing to treason!

What I was told was that it was just an investigation.

I haven't heard anything like that about other warehouses being inspected.

Why did the leader choose this warehouse, as he had targeted?

... Even though my little lord told me to follow his instructions, my allies remain silent as to whether they are distracted or not.

Either way, what I was doing here will be revealed as it is.

In the meantime, the pirocco came forward.

"My name is Pyrocolo and I am using this place. First of all, thank you for your hard work. We know that every day we work peacefully, thanks to the work of the Rustinel's defensive army."

Pyrocolo lines up the words of labor and praise, bowing his head deeply.

"I don't care about that story. Follow the instructions."

"Ha. I'm not sure I have plans for an ad hoc inspection or anything like that."

"I said this was temporary. Now get down on the floor with your hands on the floor like you were told."

"Well, I don't care if you say that... no, what's wrong with you"

I guess Pyrocolo is trying to relax and cut through this place.

If the leader can get out poorly, he can't move to rough tactics.

If you look closely, they'll have it under their sleeves at some point.

It is a merchant-like way that the rough ones can't think of.

In that way, Pirocoro separated the words of further labor from praise, a fold that he was about to wrap in smoke.

To the lid, the soldier's hedge cracks.

Eventually, what emerged was a threesome headed by a silver-haired child dressed like no soldier.

I don't care where you come from, you just look like a nobleman's younger brother and his attendant.

Seeing Pirokoro look at him, he makes a terribly wolfish bare gesture.

"Oh, you guys..."

"You just did. I didn't think you were hanging out with the thieves."

A silver-haired kid says that.

It's as if you're mouth-watering as if you were foreseeing everything.

"Ha ha... what the hell, I have no idea"

"Oh, come on, don't keep it that way for this period, okay? The thief who attacked you and the village was a guru, and you hit a play to steal silver, didn't you?

"Dear Arcs. Aren't you making some mistake? Me and the thieves who attacked the village last night, they said to each other..."

"Heh? Are you telling me it's not? That's strange. I saw your face last night, didn't I? The guy there and the guy in the shadow of the pillar there... and then the guy who just lay down there, too."

"Oh, well, that's..."

"Besides, you just told me from yourself, didn't you? That's why I'm sure."

A silver-haired kid starts saying that abruptly.

Then, inspired by it was the man who took the role of thief.

"Temee! There's a fucking merchant! I knew it was Temehe!

"-!? No, you can't! Now!"

"Ugh! If this happened, I'd be done!

- Stupid.

A sigh of awkwardness rushes out of my mouth

Isn't this the same thing that made me confess myself?

Pirocoro's efforts, which he was desperately trying to delude, are water bubbles.

Livel thought so, and during that time, a silver-haired child gave him the look of doing it.

"That's right. That guy accidentally leaked it at the diner earlier. I'm going to Nadal for work."

"What the fuck!?

When the silver-haired child heard him say so, his allies began deliberately rough and turned their gaze toward the pyroid one at a time.

It's a form that's completely put on that silver-haired kid's tongue because of his short temper.

The silver-haired child doesn't talk about the core part or anything.

All I'm saying is, thoughtlessly, that Pirokoro is going to Nadar at work.

The man in the role of thief must have rushed into a sudden raid and mistakenly assumed that his opponent was certain. The fact that the damage occurred the day before because of the pillow also affects it.

But that look is full of certainty over there.

I should have been extraordinarily confident that the pirocco and the thief were glue.

If that's the case, you shouldn't normally go in there without asking questions.

How the hell did things come to light?

I was thinking about that. It was a fold.

Suddenly, my anger bursts.

"How dare you guys do whatever you want on our territory!!

A flash of silver light is drawn in the sky as the child's tall anger rises.

Tightly visible as remnants. That's when it disappeared from view.

His neck rolled down the floor and from the cross section, blood whilst blowing up into the warehouse like a fountain.

The neck belongs to the man who was blaming the pimples.

Seeing, a red-brown-haired child was descending through the sword he had.

For a child to have...... no, a huge sword that even adults have difficulty having.

"La, Rustinel's Scattered Sword..."

What you hear from nowhere is such a crossed tremor of fear.

Rustinel's headsword is famous in the western part of the kingdom.

Ancient arsenal that the executioner, the lord of Rustinel, will inherit from generation to generation, making him the keeper who stands before the empire who wants the kingdom. It's a delicacy that says how many Imperial soldiers have mowed their necks.

I mean, the red-brown-haired kid there is nothing short of picking up Rustinel here.

The soldiers also move out, skinning the red-brown-haired child moved out.

On the other hand, from the role of bandit, the warrior who was on the guard of Pirokoro took the weapon and set up a response.

In there.

A silver-haired kid who was talking to Pirocoro earlier suddenly starts whining about something.

What you are saying is [Ancient Arts] that the Mage chants when he uses magic.

Perhaps you can use magic at that age.

- The demon leaders of the kingdom were active and many of the bandit roles were caught.

That kind of talk crosses the back of my brain.

Does that mean that that silver-haired child is a party of magicians who disabled those who acted as bandits last night?

Too young. But I don't doubt it any more than I'm trying to use magic.

- [Misty Hayes]

Shortly after the chant was finished, [magic letters (arts glyphs)] scattered in the sky could be played and became fog, and it became sumptuous and stood in the warehouse.

Summer spreads all at once in the warehouse, so it sucks into the lid.

But it doesn't seem like it's harmful to humans either, and it's nothing.

It just seems like magic that just generated fog, but what does it mean?

As the allies guard against the enchanted Kasumi that has occurred, they hear a mockery.

"- Come on, kid. That's not even a game, is it?

That's what a silver-haired kid uses to cut and throw away magic as a toy.

The Lord of that voice was the man of the Wizard, hired by the Earl.

I guess I listened to the spell and saw through the magical contents used by a silver-haired child.

But despite being nursed, a silver-haired child still seems to be able to afford a bare gesture.

"Really?

"Right? There's nothing offensive about the spell right now. I don't care what you ask, it just generated fog."

Apparently, it's not something that requires vigilance.

Did your allies relieve you by listening to the words of the Mage's man, or rebuild your posture?

And when you take a stand to intercept the soldiers of the leadership.

Faster than that, the man of the Wizard opened his mouth.

"- Well, that's it. The clumps........................ '

Shortly after squealing a spell-like bump, a storm rushes through the warehouse.

Although it is not certain whether [magic letters (arts glyphs)] have brought in the wind or produced it.

As those around him desperately hold back from about to be skipped the garment, is the man of the Magic Master unaffected by the wind or flat, even at its center?

Has magic eventually been established? The magician's man jumped toward the red-brown-haired child, wondering if he had worn the breeze.

Reach in front of the child in an instant, either because you are under the wind on your back.

"Wow!!

The hanging flashed.

A man's fist strikes with the wind.

"Whew!"

"Fong!"

The red-brown-haired child had a haircut and avoided the man's attack.

The light-headed flying look is going to cause dizziness, whichever it is, while holding a severed sword, which is a heavy object, to see.

The stone floor where the red-brown-haired child stood until just now was shattered and shattered.

"Hiu! You're so sweet, Chick! I'll give you a compliment!

"Damn...... Holy shit!!

"Boy, behind me!

A small lord shelters a red-brown-haired child behind his back.

Not between, other soldiers attempt to move toward the man of the Mage.

To defeat the Wizard, it must have moved to Stonehenge Street because the first thing you have to do is supposedly not let them use magic.

I wasn't the man of the wizard I couldn't think of.

- Wind. Formation. Lian. Go. Shattered. Empty. Break. Wind, make an iron ring! [Fat Wind Round (Hyblade)]! '

When the man of the Magic Instructor puts his fingertips up in heaven with the chant, [magic letters (arts glyphs)] come together, and eventually the whirlwind swirls with the hiccups and hiccups.

Soon after the soldiers packed the distance, it instantly mimicked a huge battle wheel and was unleashed towards the soldiers.

The spell is shorter, but it also takes only a few moments to activate. Moreover, it is the wind, but therefore, the magic itself moves fast.

To the magical exercise, which is too fast, the soldiers step on their feet and fly off the scene in such a way as to command their lives. When the passing wind battle wheel ran up the sky, the wind dust pulled back to its tail to take it back and hit the soldiers.

That mimics the battle wheel, but because of it.

Soldiers desperately turn it away.

"Ha ha ha!! Whoa, whoa, more dance, dance!

As the man of the Wizard says, desperately turning the wind's ring of battle is as if it were dancing. It's funny from the side. You liked the look of it, the Mage's man is laughing in good shape.

Apparently it wasn't just over-consciousness that he was competent.

Use more of the same magic to intimidate the soldiers.

In front of the magic of the Magic Master's man, the soldiers of the Leading Army cannot move as they think.

Running away mutilated by the wind's ring of battle.

In the meantime...

"- Demon's hand to stop the ship's feet. You're a regular drifter in the sky. We have the enemy of a sailor now."

- It's a bad night. Run in. Cool the wind. It's the wind. It's freezing. Kill everything you spray. "

Moments, paired with those of the man of the Wizard, the three magics bump into each other.

[Magic Letters (Arts Griff)] and go on to the Wind Wheel to get caught up.

A freezing cold air that suddenly swells up from your feet.

It was the moment they affected each other.

Multiple battle wheels that were about to tear the soldiers apart disappeared by the way.

... The two of us who used magic were dressed in a morning coat.

One is the owner of a neutral cold beauty.

The other is a badly resembled man like the man of the magician.

To those two, the little lord says thank you.

"Sorry, thanks"

"No, I need you to step back now."

When the deacon of beauty urges the little lords to retreat, the soldiers pull back to behind them.

It is the norm that a magician must be attacked by a magician.

A man of the Wizard peeled his eyes because of his magic being deactivated.

"Temehe and the others are magicians."

"Yes."

"Sort of."

"So Temehe and the others went wild in the village yesterday, huh?

When the man of the Wizard says so,

"No, I'm nothing in particular"

"I... well, it's about exposure. Kihihi!"

A silver-haired child walked out as they turned to each other.

What the hell is wrong with you? Not only on this side, but also in the midst of perplexing the man of the Wizard.

"... Noah, Kazzi, you two need to cover for the Deets"

"Do you mind?

"Oh, I'll take him down"

"I don't mind, but if it gets dangerous, I'll intervene on my own, okay?

The silver-haired child nods at the words and goes one step further forward.

"Arcs!"

"Deet, I'll take care of this place."

"Are you sure?

"I'll show you my magic in response to your hope."

To a silver-haired child who lies about it, the red-brown-haired child turns his eyes to shine and gaze of anticipation.

On the other hand, the man of the Magic Instructor seemed to be flabbergasted for a moment when a child, only about ten years old, slapped him in the mouth.

"... ah? What, Temehe said he'd do it alone? All you can do is play like that. Kid Temehe?

"That's right. One shot of magic is enough for me, isn't it? It's not even a curtain for the two of us."

"can you often bark like that when you see my fastest and strongest magic? I'm gonna admit it, right?

When a man of the Wizard says that,

"Huh? Fastest and strongest? Were you so proud of the magic that was stopped so easily?

The silver-haired boy even says that unexpectedly.

"Nah."

"No, it's certainly early. Whatever it takes, you're blowing too much... because magical power... but... strength... I don't know. Hey, what else should I see... hmm"

Silver-haired children, bumps as they think.

Are you seriously contemplating the words of the wizard man?

I cannot tolerate the indulgence of the man of the Wizard in all his remarks that he strokes backwards.

"Oh, you fucking kid... lick me..."

"No, you, you can say it yourself, but you're a disgusting person to be told. I can't believe it."

The silver-haired child manipulates his tongue smoothly and provokes the man of the Magic Instructor.

But the man of the Mage changed by hitting him earlier and does not return a light mouth.

Did your anger emotions get too high and, conversely, cold?

- Wind. Formation. Lian. Go. Shattered. Empty. Break. Wind, make an iron ring! [Fat Wind Round (Hyblade)]! '

The wind swirls and becomes a battle wheel and is shot out.

But it went to a silver-haired child.

Run over the stone floor like a wheel without breaking your body in two lengthwise pieces.

The shattered stone floor became a belt of white smoke, as the battle wheel moved.

The silver-haired child is about to get wrapped up in it, yet dodges a direct hit of the battle wheel.

"Oh, that's fast..."

"Ha! My magic is the fastest! You're gonna regret coming out of front of me!

After all, it seems that the man of the Magic Instructor is absolutely proud of the speed at which he exercises his magic.

"I'll kill him all the time. Temeh, the men of the army, the prince of the king!

"Huh... you're a man of the kingdom too, aren't you?

"Ha, that doesn't matter! I don't care who you are! Everyone who makes a fool of me is mutilated to death!

"... I see."

The voice of a silver-haired child gets a step lower when he hears the mad scream of the Mage's man.

In the meantime, the man of the Wizard chants again.

"- Blowing wind! Flowing falling dirt sand! Crushing, flying rocks! Gather around, it's a flow, smash it into the wind that rolls back and fall! [Stomstonwell]! '

Multiple chunks of wind, created in the air. The wind is normally invisible, but because it is collecting large quantities, the contours are distorted and its shape can now be confirmed.

They hit and hit the avalanche, but the silver-haired child jeopardizes it.

It's as if you know beforehand what magic it is.

Probably hearing the spell and guessing what kind of magic it is.

Even so, it's a lot lighter.

It cannot be forbidden to marvel while enemies are sightlessly circumventing the magic of such a fast wind without slight fright.

"Chi, be quiet..."

"You can't hit me like that! Look, come on, shoot more!

"Uh-oh!

... while the two of them were fighting, neither the soldiers of the leadership nor their allies on this side were able to move.

The magic of the Wizard's man is too dangerous to move poorly.

The only two people who can move truly are the wizards, but you only follow your master's life and keep an eye on them.

Huh, a moment when a chunk of wind passed directly next to a silver-haired child.

A silver-haired child suddenly shook his fist out on the spot.

A man of the Wizard is a long way from home.

Yet such a move.

What the hell are you imitating? I didn't use magic either because it didn't involve a spell chant.

And yet...

"- Ha ha!

Suddenly, a man of the Wizard held his belly and broke the equilibrium at his feet.

It's as if it was a blow to the abdomen.

Vertigo, show a gap, but no pursuit from a silver-haired child.

"Gee ho, what the hell, but"

The man of the Wizard speaks late and bewildered.

I guess he doesn't understand what the hell they did, either.

The silver-haired child is still standing.

It is only puzzling not to take advantage of such a one-of-a-kind opportunity.

"but hey... temehe, why are you doing nothing..."

"I don't do anything because I don't need to. I told you earlier, didn't I? One shot of magic is enough for me."

"Nah."

"Look, shoot me again. Proud of your fastest magic and tricks."

"Ko, ko, ko, this fucking kid. Ahhhhhhh! If you're looking at me that much, I'll give you exactly what you want. Ahhhhh!

Again and again, a man of the Wizard growls up toward the ceiling to provoke.

And as I turned my face bright red, I worked on the chant of the spell.

The structure is exactly the same as it was earlier.

Magic that points to heaven and creates windy battle rings.

But why would that silver-haired kid let the magic shoot first?

The magic of a man is too fast.

Spell chanting.

Exercise speed.

Either way, the magic of a man is incomparable.

(Fast... incomparable...? No, well, this is!?

So I noticed.

The silver-haired child was an obvious provocation that could even be described as obstinate, damaging and burning the unrivalled confidence of the man of the Wizard.

I mean, this is...

- Wind. Formation. Lian. Go. Shattered. Empty. Break. Wind. '

At the end of the index finger protruding toward the ceiling, the [magic letters (artsglyphs)] swirl. Hihiu, sounds similar to the fat wind called Hihiu, and the glowing color is silver. The group of letters calls for the wind, the wind becomes a silver flash and forms a circle, and the magic gradually moves towards completion.

As soon as I was there, a man of the Wizard smiled at his face.

............... the man of the Mage, I guess he was convinced there.

Like a silver-haired child can be magically cut into two pieces.

The magic of a man is fast, and sharp, while the spell is also shorter.

If you chant it first, you won't be able to make it to whatever magic you use.

That's why I couldn't even notice the exception that magic existed beyond that.

Yes, the man of the Wizard, if provoked, will definitely come aboard.

If I can get it on well, I can make it use the magic as well as I thought.

All you have to do is use faster magic than that.

Because that way, we can surely defeat the man of the Wizard.

That's why the silver-haired kid made me use that magic first.

But such Livel's predictions had been met.

To the man of the Wizard, he said, "Wait!" I don't even have time to scream.

A silver-haired child opened his mouth, slightly behind the man's spell chant.

"- Extremely micro. Bonding. Focus. Blow it up small. '

When a silver-haired child casts a spell, [magic letters (artsglyphs)] come together to form a magic formation around the body of the man of the Wizard.

On the other hand, did another collection of [magic letters (arts glyphs)] disrupt the construction of magic? The [magic letters (arts glyphs)] gathered with the wind at the fingertips are bounced off every silver flash and scattered.

"Become - damn, what is this magic haha!

"This is the magic that blows you away."

"Then, silly! It's faster than my magic. I can't believe the magic of speed."

There can't be.

The end of the words uttered by the man of the Wizard, like a cry, could never be continued.

The moment a silver-haired child grips into his open right hand.

[Magic Letters (Arts Griff)] converges to squeeze the body of the Magic Master's man.

Shortly afterwards, a fierce fire could be played with the shock, and a fierce noise rang that just broke my ear.

"Ugh, wow..."

What happened can't possibly be seen interrupted by the shock that rolled in quickly.

I could only withstand the wind that was blowing and the heat that accompanied it.

In the meantime, I hear a child's voice on the pretend.

"- If you use random grammar for spells, you can certainly chant faster and exercise faster. But for that matter, the context is blurred and the bond between words is weaker - making them more susceptible to the magic of the other person as a result. Like this."

Is that what gave you the magical flaws of a man of the Wizard?

Eventually, when the remnants were removed from view, the surrounding conditions became apparent.

Bearded iron plate.

Crushed crate.

Window glass is shattered and scattered.

The figure of a man who should have been at the center of it - nowhere.

Only the fine wreckage that was just physical was burning and creeping at the surrounding objects.

... With earlier magic, the body of the Wizard's man must have been shattered and scattered.

But even the screams that were supposed to emit in this moment were not tolerated by that man.

The smell of coal that can get in.

Dust falling apart.

Was there anyone else involved, some of them falling down and unable to move?

"Ugh, wow..."

The voice that finally squeezed out was speechless because of the war.

Even if you're the one who's been harassing me, the person I was talking to earlier showed you trouble for such an unharmed death.

The shock shakes my brain.

Thoughts don't work well.

Could it be that other allies were the same?

"Hih, no!?

"Oh, oh..."

"People, disappeared... no"

He who leaves his hips and enters the spot.

He who spins the unspoken sound with his trembling mouth.

Those who bow back in praise and fall in majesty.

As far as the feeble pirocco was concerned, he even had incontinence.

More than half of them have lost their will.

"Shh, wow! What is it now?

While allies wolf like that, red-brown-haired children look out for them in surprise.

I am surprised, but do you feel no fear because of the magic on your side, in the form of an honest impression?

Besides, he innocently turned to the silver-haired kid and said, "Let me see it again!" And so on and so forth, the beginning and end of saying horrible things.

The silver-haired child of the day, when he controlled it with his hands and a bitter laugh, then turned his guarded gaze toward his allies again.

............... Rivelle also had the opportunity to visit the Magic Instructor's exercises during his military school years.

There, only a few types of aggressive magic were determined to be used, and their use was that the magicians would unleash them simultaneously on the set goals.

- [Fireman's Rampage (Flamrafter)]

- [Land penetrating needle (land piercing)]

- [Turbulence (Mad Mudder)]

There are a limited number of sophisticated magics that can be used in those battles.

Speaking of aggressive magic, it was normal for all magicians to do the right thing and use them.

I thought that was what the Magic Instructor was all about, no matter where he was, and I remember that the synchronization and the instructor were the same perceptions.

But this is different.

Like the magic of an empire, it's not just prescribed to accommodate limited situations.

A technique that has been uniquely elevated by individuals to pursue results.

- This is the magician of the kingdom.

To the lid, my spine gets terribly cold.

That's not the outside cold like being hit by ice, but rather as if the cold air had come from the core of your body toward the outside.

Even if we were sent naked under the cold skies of the north, this wouldn't have happened. It was such a cold.

A deacon of beauty walks over to a silver-haired child to offer praise.

"You were brilliant. You won the operation."

"He rode well over there. He was a man with a lot of blood on his head."

"My arm seemed good, but the fact that I left the flaws of random grammar intact... maybe it was that bastard Mogri"

"I guess so. Because every time you keep layering pieces of words, the intensity of the spell is weakened, which is something you can teach right away in the magic court."

A poorly resembled squire tells a silver-haired child after talking to a beauty butler like that.

"But whatever it takes, the magic of it gets a little cold in a place like this, huh?

"[Misty Haze] in anticipation of that. It's losing its power."

"Is that why you used it without hesitation? I'm still scared, my husband."

"Oh... I was purely pleased to see the magic. Where the hell did Arcs go back then..."

"Here, here"

Three people in such a training ground, having such a conversation.

It's just a casual exchange to say this is routine.

As not only these allies, but even the soldiers of the army are nervous and hardened, it is completely heterogeneous to be able to talk like that.

Eventually, the silver-haired kid shows off his rugged face.

Keep walking, walk forward.

Because we are overwhelming the field with magic in, or the allies just take a step back with it.

A silver-haired child stares at such an ally.

Normally, it's a lovely face that anyone can love.

There will be no shards, such as the power to overwhelm others.

But now his eyes are freezing cold and he feels terrible scared.

A silver-haired child shouted as his allies were stirred up by a mundane glance.

"You guys, if you resist any more, blow it with ■ ■ like the man you are now!

But the words were stubborn.

Those who have not lost their will also move slowly due to fear.

I get lost in the mind I was trying to resist.

And miss that gap, it wasn't Rustinel's lead.

"Not yet! Capture them all!

Red-brown-haired child's decree one.

Soldiers move out, powerless their allies one after the other.

Besides, it's thorough enough to make the monkey bite not to take poison.

No more control will be spared.

If we don't somehow destroy what's likely to prove...

(Damn it, damn it! How could I see this...!

Take the engraved ignition out of your pocket, repeating such a cry in your heart.

When this happens, at the end of the day, there's nothing else I can do but light a fire.

Burn down the evidence with fire and escape in the confusion of the fire.

But for some reason, it doesn't light a fire.

The ignition should not be used incorrectly.

Despite this, the fire doesn't even pop out a gray spark.

(Why not! Only at times like this......!

Was there anyone else who tried to hide evidence while being driven by impatience because of a situation that would not remain?

"Set the fire!

Skip such instructions, but what word did you get back from your men?

"Well, that's... Shit."

"Even if you are shiatsu, you can use engraving equipment to light the fire! What are you doing!

"You say that and you don't light anything that doesn't. So!

"Shigeru... engraving implements...? Right -!?"

It was that magic that the silver-haired boy first used when he heard the cry and now came back to his brain.

Fabulous Kasumi, acclaimed as a play by the man of the Wizard.

That's not meant to weaken my magical effects.

It was meant to generate fog beforehand and make it impossible to light a fire.

(So you used it in anticipation of evidence obliteration? Such a child was thinking and moving so much...?

You mean not only did you provoke the magician's man to take it on his hand, but you predicted this one's behavior and let that magic go in advance?

Surely it is natural to run into oblivion if you are at a disadvantage, but will such a child as ten years old be able to do so?

"There it is... there it is! Silver! And that's not all..."

I hear soldiers.

Yes, it's not the only silver we were trying to carry out here.

From the stamp on the other side, in addition to the documents that forged the permit, there are still instructions for the future.

- I found evidence.

- Disabled the enemy.

Soldiers start cheering like that one after another.

If this happens, at the end of the day, you won't be able to get away with it anymore.

As I thought, it was a vendetta to use a place like this as a base.

This is also all because of the idiots who didn't take their advice.

"No, no... no more..."

I'm done here.

Hold by the Leading Army, the Count's evil will be exposed.

But I can't end up with this.

We have to run somehow.

If I'm caught, they'll distract me from the existence of the Empire.

That's why I don't want to drink clean and poisonous.

I could finally graduate from military school.

We're supposed to get a glorious future ahead of us.

It's never convincing, such as dying in a place like this.

So, somehow, if we don't do something...