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

When Kingsguard split the troops and Arcs and Seylan started moving.

In addition to the Arcs, there were others who were worried about the anomaly on the battlefield.

"... have you collapsed"

It was Lowheim Wrangler who spilled a word that seemed like an altercation between worrying and not giving up. As a National Magic Instructor, he is located in the third seat following the lead Godwald Zilvester and the second seat Gastarks Rondiel, and for generations he is also the head of the Wrangler family in a position to teach magic to the royal family.

... a seemingly obscure man of age, wrapped in skinny black long clothes. The expression is characterised by its mouthfeel, which is constantly quiet, with a calm voice sounded when the mouth is opened and still reminiscent of the teacher.

But there is a part of the appearance, the shadow, that makes you feel shadowed.

His surrounding perception of Lowheim Wrangler would be that the enigmatic part stands out more than the other state-owned magicians, albeit picturesque.

Since the beginning of the war, he has been instructed by Seylan to serve as an eyewitness for the Crusading Army Demon Commander Unit and is still overseeing the Demon Commander Unit in the central rear.

In the meantime, the right wing of the ally suffered a painful beating, confusion, and destruction by the raid of Balg Gruba.

Naturally, there's no way the information on the troop collapse or the disturbing air can pass on to him.

Now only a short distance from the troops, isolated with the horses. It narrows its sliced eyes and is rotten to read something behind the battlefield.

Under him like that, the head of the magician drives his horse closer.

"My Lord Wrangler"

"Report."

"Ha!... Barg Gruba, who suddenly appeared on the right-wing side, kicked the infantry units that make up the horizontal formation and the right-wing cavalry units, continuing the fight as they were. Currently Count Charlemagne, Baron Lonell correspond to it and the scene is glued"

"Uncle Charlemagne and Sir Lonell... both warrior-inspiring aristocrats among the western lords, but just how much the load wins too much"

"Ha. I am also concerned about the situation on the right wing, but I would still foolishly assume that the issue at hand is Count Dowes Bowe's escape"

"Right. Surely that would be a problem. Chief Magic Leader, what would you do?

When Loheim asks, the head of the magic guide responds with tension.

"Ha... So, I'm afraid. Now that we've already decided on the battlefield trend, the right wing will split it it from buying time and go into covering for the Rustinel soldiers who went into the hole filling. And then if the Rustinel soldiers quickly kick the enemy troops, I wonder if the Nadal army can keep the legions company."

"If we break the connection between the military, the soldiers flee naturally. If the Nadal army withdraws, Balg Gruba - the Empire will have to leave too, he said. Sure, that's the right answer"

"Bye."

"No, I'm asking you this, but I'm going to ask you to lead the soldiers towards the right wing."

"To our right wing... shall we?

"I want you to work to maintain the status quo while magically covering your right-wing allies. That's the instructions I give you."

"But my lord, there are still enemy soldiers ahead. Doesn't this place have to provide backup for the Rustinel soldiers who moved to fill the hole?

"Right. You're right, that's important too. Even as a hitter, I think that's a good hand."

"So does that mean that your Excellency's thoughts are separate?

"Yes, because I can beat the hard way you talk."

"What's that?

"It's easy. You can have this place by yourself."

The head of the Wizard, who heard the words of Lowheim, gives a surprised look.

"Oh my lord, are you alone!? That's..."

"Hmm. Where do you think the problem is? Wouldn't you? Because..."

- Because I just need to be serious.

"Ho...... Huh!!

The chief magician swallowed his sarcasm and spit in the battle.

I mean it. The great power of the nation, the National Demon Supervisor, uttered those words. If you are a magician, a being who can accurately understand the immensity of that power, you can't have no fear.

What floats on your righteous face is a hunt to twist your prey, or a dawn to battle?

The look on the face of the skinny man, who had always been calm since the beginning of the war, had a flickering, thin grin.

Loeheim summons the Herald as the Magic Master complains in awe.

"One word to the Rustinel soldiers in the hole"

"Ha!

"Lowheim Wrangler, National Magic Instructor, is hereby ordained. Get off the scene and join the main unit as soon as possible. If you stay on the spot against your life, you will not be guaranteed your life."

"Ha! Your Eminence's orders, I do accept them!

"Great. Now go"

The conductor bowed his head once and ran his horse to the Rustinel soldiers who entered Count Dowes Bowe's hole filling.

"... So, my lord, are you using the 'water wheel'?

"Oh. Now if we drill a big hole in the central front of the Nadar Army, we don't have to worry about the Nadar Army sidelines anymore"

"Yes, sir."

"I'll be on my way there as soon as things are done. Because I have to deal with Balgu Gulba - oh, and nail Balgu Gulba to the right wing, while I never get my hands on it. I don't know, I seem to be unscrupulous, but this is strict. Like?"

"Ha!

"To the head wizard, and to the wizards of the kingdom, that there is martial arts"

When Lowheim calls to pray for martial arts, the head of the Magic Master is thankful and leaves to move the Magic Team.

Roeheim then made sure that the Magic Instructor unit was moving away toward the right wing before moving out.

As I rushed the horse, I saw the enemy soldiers already attacking me from an open hole.

This must be due to an earlier order. | The enemy soldiers are pouring in from there because they removed the lid (Rustinel soldier) they were holding in.

... As instructed, there is no sign of Rustinel soldiers. Even if it's just one soldier.

Even orders from another chain of command come naturally with praise for being able to perceive the situation and act quickly.

Enemy soldiers in front of them, on the other hand, feel more confident in the way they move than the troops that had previously made up the horizontal formation. It is not a movement in time as conscripts do. Probably a mercenary regiment hired by the Nadar army.

There is no uniformity in the equipment, but they all put together a sword swallow that only those who put themselves in battle can hold. Whether he was intimidating his surroundings or deluding his morale, he was attacking through the Crusaders' sidelines with a wild scream.

Isn't it a rough bunch of people at all, like waving around on the battlefield? In that regard, I recall one day King Sinn 'l or Crave Arvent, but they are much cuter than that.

When I see those mercenaries, I laugh with my nose without knowing it.

Something other than stupidity, such as being caught in gold and bladed against the Crocellulode royal family, and so on.

Lowheim's hitherto imminent battle horseman stops the horse's foot on the fence.

I'm not sure if you doubted the plan or felt the trap because of your isolation.

"Mm-hmm? You think you're just one?

"Oh. I'm the only one here."

"So... are you the commander or something who got away by the soldiers?

Did the head of the mercenary regiment think he deserved the handle?

Indeed, the head of Lowheim (Kubi) can also be a handful.

"I am the head of the Dams mercenary regiment, Gallo Dams!

"Right."

"… you can stay in that position even in front of our mercenary regiment. Is the diagram thick, or so dull that I don't know what the situation is?

"Come on, which one?

"Ha - I guess that's why I'm left alone in a place like this! Like your men, there were Rustinel soldiers who had just escaped our onslaught! Don't worry about it! Ha ha ha!

"That's horrible"

Gallo, the captain of the regiment who laughs poorly with his men. Apparently they mistake the retreat of Count Dowes Bowe or the withdrawal of Rustinel soldiers for their own fierceness.

If you can't see such a situation, you can say it's completely third-rate.

In response to an ignorant man, Loeheim throws an inquiry with his index finger up.

"- Well, here's one. Let's get you in trouble."

"What no!?

"I mean, who the hell am I left alone in a place like this? What do you say? Can you answer this question?

"You buy time with such questions and such! Be soothing!

To the captain Gallo, who profits greatness, but Loheim remains one complexion unchanged.

"If you don't want to answer, fine. It doesn't take me or answers, and in the end, it's nothing more than my repetition."

"You frivolous man! Hey, grind him down with a horse!

"Oh man, not at all..."

Loeheim said no or no, he put his raised fingers back, slowly lifted his right arm, and created a state of raising his hand. Does that look like a student waiting to be nominated by a teacher, or a salute from some country?

He shows such movement, while at the same time releasing the magic that was accumulating in his body all at once. For a moment, I wonder if a bouncing spark flashed around Lowheim, and the magic to be consumed erupts with a storm.

Imprisoned and colored by his magic, the visualized air has a flow and runs around him like a rough airflow. The temples gave birth to Abuku, and he passed on his magic and ascended into the sky.

It could have been right after that. All in all, obstacles begin to interfere with the movement of those who are in the realm of Lowheim's emitted magic.

"Hey, what no!?

All of a sudden, mercenaries on the spot. Move your arms, move your legs, but stay late and don't move as you think. It was as if it had been sunk into a deep, dark water bottom.

While the mercenaries are drowning on the hill, Loheim opens his mouth again.

- Go around, water truck. Go around. It's a pale spiral that scratches the chaos of the primitive plains from the deep water bottom of the great sea of Vaha. Come down. For those who gather together in the midst of eternity. To those who are full and disappear, in the sound of a long and endless time. Pull over and press flat to return. Cracked, crushed, torn and scattered. Described in the opening of the heavens and the earth, the ultimate of speech and reason is here now... '

A tremendous tremor that rocks the earth, shaking the entire battlefield.

In a tremor reminiscent of a trench-shaped earthquake, a spell spun out by Loheim's mouth creates the [magic letters] of Orion Blue. The saturated blue letters grow in oblivion of their limits, extend to heaven, spread to earth, and further extend as if to divide the battlefield vertically. Eventually, the vast [magic letters] that extended horizontally began to swirl around directly next to Lowheim.

It spins with a splash of magic like a splash, like the udder tide created by the intense tide that was born by stopping at the drought difference. Gradually it gathers water and instantly turns into a real swirl.

A giant whirlpool that lets you sleep beside it on the battlefield. Its diameter is superior to twenty meters in height. It's always spinning, and every single mass of jumping water splash is enough to be equivalent to every little bucket of it.

... the confronting mercenaries would be caught in the illusion as if they were still peering into the heart of Morning Glory. Depending on what you see, it may also look as if you are following a giant snake.

With that overwhelming disaster in sight, Captain Gallo looks up at it with a look of despair created by Lowheim. And what words move your neck and mouth as if you were a brisket doll who shrugged off and forgot to oil.

"Of the waterwheel, the magician..."

"Correct. But you lost it too late to give the answer. A little sooner, I might have been able to get away from my water wheel just in case."

Roeheim zeroes his words like a sigh after hanging a relentless chase on the despair of Captain Gallo.

"I think it's a little too much, even from my strength. But I have to do this much to show the royal glory - come on, be happy. that it can be the foundation of the new kings of Crocellulod."

"Hih, hih!

In too desperate a situation, the mercenary regiment tries to escape the scene without remaining. It doesn't matter if it's pretentious or anything. But no finer dust was left, such as the possibility that they could escape, than being trapped in the dark ditch of Lowheim.

And

"... you fools who defy the royal family. Return to the other spiral of reason."

- [Waterwheeler (Varha Ray Deeney)]

Lowheim slowly waves down the raised palm.

When the key word is unleashed, with it, the giant vortex trembles loudly just once. The spiral mouth opens its jaw and runs out to swallow everything that was in the straight line.

A disaster of no forgiveness, no temporary borrowing.

The edge of a vortex that reaches in no time.

The grass, which had endured the intensity of the battle, was uprooted.

Even the ground that was being stepped on is gently decided and wound up.

Naturally, there is no better way to endure it than with a mercenary regiment that has no roots in one place.

The mercenary regiment, even the soldiers who were in the rear, were swallowed up by a giant spin of water wheels that seemed to be perpetual robbery.