Did You Know That a Playboy Can Change His Job to a Sage?

Tina and Nyan have been uncomfortable ever since this battle began.

- Something... eh. Hard to move......!? The sword and shield seem to hate it......!

- What...! Why can't I shake my sword like I thought?!?

I don't listen to weapons, it felt that way.

Of course, the shield moves, and the sword swings. But every time, there is a faint sense of resistance. There is only a slight unnaturalness, which can be said to be due to my mind.

If this were an intermediate adventurer of about levels 30-60 - a 'line of brave men' like, for example, the Rias - I wouldn't have felt anything.

Beyond level 80, a slight difference can be felt because they are two people who have already become indispensable users even if they call them first-rate.

Fighting in the first place means that once it starts, it moves away in seconds from the best conditions.

Heavenly Strike Tower Babel - On a battlefield called Dungeon, adventurers who continue to fight over the course of the day continue to bridge the gap between 'Ideal Combat' and 'Things You Don't Want' and proceed with their offense, deluding discomfort.

The equipment I always use feels heavy today. Seems intrusive. Slow leg carriage, poor chanting tongue turning, hard to see signs of traps.

I'm fighting, crushing those little discomforts one by one.

I'm used to it.

That's supposed to happen - today's was particularly intense.

It's not heavy either. It's not too light either. Your body moves, and your horizons are wide.

But from time to time, it is pulled in a different direction. Like a magnet, it revolts.

More oddly, nevertheless, the battle has not been adversely affected. As an individual or as a party, we are rather moving in the right direction.

- He doesn't seem to like it...! Why..., you can move better than usual...!?

- I can't shake it the way I thought I would...! How come you're sharper than usual...!?

In fact, the movement itself was not a bad one. The operation set up by Dylan Albertini is functioning without delay, and there are no mistakes for either of us to carry it out.

If you insist on raising two mistakes - you ignored that discomfort and didn't share it. End of the line.

However, I say no in the honor of the two of you, but the attack on the Tor Dragon was played because I ignored this discomfort, and I didn't refuse (...).

Tina's collaborative moves with Nyannyan were blocked for more direct and understandable reasons.

And the two of you...

"Become -!?"

"Ha-ha-ha!?"

"Tina, nyan!

Swallow by the direct flash of thunderbolts on the Tor Dragon.

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When the flash subsided...

"Gu... ahhhhh...!

I held Tina and Nyannyan aside and instantly moved to a scaffold far overhead of the Tor Dragon, near Thundercloud. Nyannyan wire nets are strewn around the perimeter.

I switched positions with the pigeons I left flying.

When the doves rose high in the sky, they each stopped on the scaffolding, and some were hairy, while others were turning into "magic tools" such as "surprise boxes" and "wind chickens".

"Wow, I'm surprised!

"Your husband!? Thanks for the help."

"You're both safe, right?

"Yes!"

Two people snorting.

The magic trick "Magic" was critical in time, but I've already used the dodging technique for the most part. How many more attacks can he attack...

When I put the two down,

- Oh, my God!

Tor Dragon discovers this one instantly. The reaction rate is abnormally high. Something is luring him.

Lightning emits. of the direct form. While Tina prevents it with light walls,

"Mr. Dylan, what did you just say -!"

"Thunderbolt Rigidband (...). Invincible! Sorry, I used it faster than I expected!

No, in the first place, I'm not even sure when I used it. If you think

- Oh, come on. Have you become a great sage and become an idiot?

The clown in me laughed.

- You and I always say, don't we? "ITS SHOW TIME". When the clown said that and raised his hand, he said he was already done.

It hurts.

Right, you know what? Damn, why are you doing this so easy?

He was almost invincible from the start, only this time. Tina wounded me, right after that.

At that time, that moment when the six eyes of the dragon glistened.

He sensed it. That we're not just adventurers. That you're not just a stupid person who's been on your way in just under three.

Give me Tina's Great Shield and Dragon Doom Shield Georg. Give me that one-handed sword/dragon extermination sword ascalon.

Give me Nyannyan's Dancing Double Sword Dancing Twins.

And my long sword nightwatch. A wand of holy trees fused with dragon brilliant stones.

All of that, Dragon Killer.

That there are only three of them, but that they own (...) five weapons that can kill themselves - the Dragon Killer.

That dragon caught my eye.

That's why, as before, I discarded prudence such as exploring the adventurer's condition and taking it a little more seriously.

"I'm going to spare no effort". That was the same thing over there.

Tina and Nyannyan's attacks are not thorough. The thunderstorm, carried over the magic vegetables that wrapped around the scale of the Toldragon, took its momentum and power away from their blow and completely deactivated it.

It's more defensive than it once was. I can't believe no dragon killer gets in a millimeter.

But - I have hands.

This is a very good location...

I thought that much in a comma second. I

"Both of you, I'm gonna set you up here!

"Yes!"

"Break 'Invincible'!

Thor Dragon's lightning bolt is interrupted. At the same time, we moved.

"Flashing Lightner!

Nyannyan uses sheaf skills. A small light sphere can be played to distract the attention of the thunderdragon. I'm not even blind, but that's enough. Because the lightning that was gathering on the head of the Tor Dragon was misty.

"Exploding Light" Explode!

I do a series of little spells in the explosion system, too. With his left hand he sets up a wand and unleashes magic, and with his right hand he lines up the cards in the void.

- Oh, my God!

The explosion and flash must be depressing. Tor Dragon growls when thunder is interrupted and there shouldn't be any damage.

For such a dragon, I lifted my hat.

"Sorry, Mr. Thunder Dragon. It's not my hobby to irritate the audience, but this is me, the genius clown - Dylan Albertini. "

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

When I winked, Thunder Dragon ran out of bees.

Spread the four wings, the giant advances. It's very fast.

"It Showtime"

but the movement stopped. An ultra-fine wire stretched by Nyannyan, unlimited in sight, restrained the giant.

I can't completely restrain that giant. They'll hang up soon, but they've already reached their purpose.

Boo Boo Boo Boo Boo Boo Boo!

Wire trap.

The "Surprise Box" that had been set up exploded in large quantities. Even if the opponent isn't invincible, it won't be a lot of damage. But pink gases were scattered around them.

Fate is a smokescreen.

It is a smokescreen that increases the delusional effect. The sparkling fragments mixed with smoke are the fragments of the Mirage Ball made by processing Ore and Demon Stone.

And I dance and sing.

"♪ Spirit, fairies, the inhabitants of the unseen. Come with us. You slap, you play, if you blow, I'll sing. A song of joy!

- Music, the (Sound of) Symphony Orchestra of the Spirits!

I can't use it many times a day. Save it.

"Guys, it's time! It..."

The Spirit Music Corps, summoned to this world with each of its best instruments "..." in a plated outfit called a dress on a tuxedo, starts playing on my signal.

"Ooh! He's getting better!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The wounds and fatigue of all the parties healed and the paralysis caused by the electric shock disappeared.

For a while more, it's a broken performance of constantly healing health and magic, greatly increasing combat power, and disabling attack magic.

While in command, I tell you both.

"Buy some time (...), please, Tina, nyan!

"Yikes! Leave it to me!

"Cancer Accepted!

When they responded, they burst into the smokescreen with the Tor Dragon.

In that by now, Tina and Nyannyan, increased to dozens by disillusionment, will be fighting the Tor Dragon.

Well.

The music team continues to play. You can't stop me, but I have other things to do.

When I thought about it, there was this guy coming down from the void to my shoulder, like a ghost.

No, it's not a ghost, it's a spirit.

You didn't even play, but you came from the spiritual world to this world.

He had long shining silver hair and was a half-naked, masculine spirit, just wrapped around a loose robe. It's beautiful, it's beautiful, it's beautiful anyway, it has a very good face, but it's demonic. The evil colour that drifts from the whole body is such that even I, the man, come.

He whispered, breathing in his ear.

"Hey, clown. Looks like you're busy. Shall I take over the command?

"- The Dream Demon Incubus. Will you take my place?

"Of course I did. It's my job to make dreams happen. That would be perfect for your skills, wouldn't it?

"... I feel like" after "I had a dream."

Though, he's right, he's the perfect candidate.

Show your eyes to the performers. It's how they said "no choice" too. When I saw it, I nodded.

"I asked for the rest"

"I'll take care of it. A man, yet a 'dreamer' clown to our Spirit."

Smile gently, Incubus begins to direct. He was dressed for a tuxedo sometime.

With the help of the Spirit, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

It's bump production - but not bad.

Set up the sceptre of the Holy Tree and turn your consciousness to the Tor Dragon, which fights its companions in the smokescreen.

Unlock Dragon Invincibility.

Come on, big sage.

I started chanting.

- The atmosphere of Shinda, the current tide of depression that dwells in us, the particles of our ancestors that flow, stay, soothe, and remain at all times -