Dual Life ~Hiru wa Yuusha Party, Yoru wa Maou Gun~

The hill of Martir, a few kilometers west of the royal capital. A woman knight moves one step at a time, one step at a time, moving her beautiful legs, and the metal used for the armor rubs each time, making a crunchy and whispering sound. The long golden hair in the night breeze glowed beautifully under the moonlight, and the blue eyes looked straight ahead. One shadow at the end of the line of sight. A man with strangely shaped weapons that would not be seen in the Valois Kingdom, and with hair and clothing that is likely to disappear into the darkness even immediately.

"You must have been called from Cecilia, but why are you here. Lord Specchiace"

"Tonight, Zenobia. Why don't you seem surprised?"

Looking up at the cloudless night sky, Falsa responds. Perhaps she was able to see through her inner mind, and Zenobia pulled a sword on her waist, though with a slightly disgruntled face, and was ready. Farsa, on the other hand, lifted a large sickle that was longer than his body, instead of the cane with a sword that he carries with him. When Falsa wields a scythe instead of a preparatory exercise, the sounds of the wind breaking around him.

"I felt like this a bit, but it's the first weapon we'll ever see."

"You wanted a rematch with me, and at the end I thought it wouldn't hurt to fight with all my might."

Pointing the curved blade of the scythe at Xenobia, Falsa smiles on purpose intentionally invincible. Falsa sent a letter to Zenobia, but it didn't reach him, so he dismissed Cecilia to play a lie. Nevertheless, Zenobia was considering the possibility that Falsa, not Cecilia, was waiting for, probably because of an earlier promise.

"I see. You mean that you've been hiding so much of what you've got. But trying to challenge me with that body was a huge undercut."

"I don't look down. Even if I don't feel well, I'm not going to lose you!"

Falsa kicks the ground and rushes to Zenobia, deciding that no signal is needed because he is already ready for war. Zenobia surprises for a moment too quickly, but catches the blade approaching the neck with his own sword and tries to push the sword's belly back with his left hand. There is no conflict between power and power, but there is no sign of pulling either. The feet that support each other's body shave the ground, with the dull noise of the blades rubbing against each other.

"Even if you hit me from the front, if you did not change your complexion, was your daily lack of physical strength an acting?"

"No, no, I'm not good at hard work even now.

While exchanging words, Falsa instantly raises the magic used in the enrichment magic and blows away Zenobia's body with force.

"Wind slasher!"

Falsa wielded a scythe with an invisible blade toward Zenobia in the air.

"That! Flying!"

When Zenobia swings his sword in the air, a small explosion occurs in the empty space between them. The wind blows around and a small cut is made on Farsa's cheek. Zenobia, meanwhile, has landed on the ground and is alert to Falsa's movement, but nothing has been hurt.

"Surely the knight is the king of the kingdom. It was countered and I didn't think it would get hurt."

"Well, you're more surprised to use magic swords. You're a magician, you're the best you can handle weapons, you're like a brave man who ripens anything. There's ... it's just a frog in the well? "

Magic sword technique, as the name implies, is a general term for sword techniques that combine magical power-even if it is handled with weapons other than swords-. Magic is a magic that was developed for the purpose of allocating physical strength to overwhelmingly less magical power than a magician, but magical swords are an applied technology of enhanced magic that brings the magical power to the weapon itself. Depending on how you use it, even a pillow can have hardness and sharpness equal to or greater than that of a famous sword, but it consumes more magic power than reinforced magic and is difficult to handle. Also, if you shoot like a slasher, you will be in an area that can not be reached with ordinary efforts.

"Well, I'm a very funny joke with the brave. Well, what you've accumulated is different. You don't need to be depressed."

"Fun!"

Zenobia shows off her way to the provocation and cuts into Falsa. Zenobia attacks many times, even if Falsa prevents him. However, the attack was not a loss of calm, but he started out from an angle that was difficult to deal with accurately, staggered and shifted the timing, and looked closely at Farsa's gap. Each time Falsa prevents Xenobia's sharp attack, a sword sounds and sparks scatter. The scythe is very difficult to handle due to its shape and size. Due to the huge blade, the center of gravity of the weapon is biased considerably forward, and as you can see it does not work well. If you shake in darkness, your body will be pulled by its weight and create a deadly gap, so it is easy to turn backward when approached like the current Falsa.

"What the hell!

"It's too difficult to get close to this."

"Fun!"

"It's terrible to say the truth. Your sword technique is really amazing. Perhaps it's the five fingers I've seen so far. The technical part may be the best. But ..."

There are many ways to deal with it. Zenobia looked at Falsa's face with her mouth distorted, and jumped vigorously backwards, intensifying her expression. Immediately after, a number of spines jump out of the ground where Zenobia was, and their sharp tips look up to the sky. An attack that would have definitely been seriously injured if stayed there. They were unchanted attack spells that Falsa secretly invoked.

"Oops, you've been avoided. You shouldn't be able to perceive the magic, but you're the strongest knight in the kingdom, a wonderful intuition."

"... Remember the magic lecture that the Yulia brave candidate had taken before. The magic is most easily performed from both palms, but it is easy to handle, but-"

"Theoretically, it can be fired from anywhere in the whole body, but it is much more difficult than threading the needle with your toes while standing upside down."

"Theoretically, it can be fired from anywhere in the whole body, but it is much more difficult than threading the needle with your toes while standing upside down."

The two voices overlap, as if they were shown together. The magic that activates the magic is released mainly from the magic hole in the palm. For this reason, wizards basically keep their hands open, except for self-defense wands. Similarly, when magic is given to a weapon, it is released from the palm, and if you let go of the weapon, the magic will be scattered. Manipulation of magical power requires such delicate techniques, so it is an impossible action, such as firing an attacking magic while fighting using strengthening magic like Falsa. What is theoretically possible and what you do in a battle are completely different things, and everyone who is put into battle knows from experience. However, Zenobia foresaw and seemed to avoid possible behavior that would otherwise have been a desk theory.

"No way, I was surprised that you were listening to my lecture at the time."

"I still hated the mages, because to achieve revenge, would it be the basics to know about the opponent? And because you first said that you would fight with all your might It's natural to be wary of the magic, because the expression I mentioned was like doing something. "

Farsa admires that it was a terrible obsession to remember what he had talked about once, many years ago. A brave plan to gather orphans, including Yulia, and nurture them as brave. In the early stages of the plan's implementation, Falsa was in charge of a lecture on magic theory. Although Farsa's theory was not recognized by court mages at the time with his old-fashioned beliefs, the knight Zenobia had no common sense for conventional magic theory, and he sought to obey the contents of the lecture. I believe it. But remembering and dealing with the battle was a completely different story, proving that Zenobia possesses an outstanding sense of combat. Falsa raises his reputation for Zenobia.

"You seemed like you weren't going to need it. I wasn't going to take my life, so I wanted to be vigilant and defend."

"Well, your virtue is your virtue, but it's also a weakness. If it's your best, I'll kill me! I'll challenge you to kill you!"

Farsa thinks that Zenobia's sword's sword's sword is so beautiful, and she decides to prepare. In the upper classes of the Demon Army, there are many who can cast magic with their weapons. Of course, there is a difference in the activation speed, power, and ability itself, but if you are surprised without knowing it, there is a high possibility that it will be fatal as it is. In order to instill such a way of fighting, Falsa dared to take the same action as before. In the near future, when the struggle between humans and demons is more intense than now, we hope that they can survive at least a little. The current battle with the demons is only for the four kings Kruel and his subordinates, and it is still in a state of remaining power. If a hero defeats the four kings of the Demon King's army, the human race could be completely recognized as an enemy of the demons. And at that time, a court mage named Farsa no longer exists in this world. There was only an opportunity to teach how to fight powerful people belonging to the Demon King Army. However, it is not known whether Zenobia can be passed on to others.

"Well, I'm not going to kill you easily. I'm not good at storms and I don't want to kill anyone if possible .... But when dealing with those who are fighting No matter which one is killed, I can only respond to you if you want! "

Falsa, serving the kingdom and serving in the Demon Army, imposed a constraint on his chest. Non-combatants, those who have nothing to do with battle, can never kill even enemy forces. This is the same for humans and demons, and we are working to make the opponents who live in battle as neutral as possible without killing them. However, those who point their swords at someone thought that it would be inevitable to point their sword at someone in the same way. It is a lie to say that the demons kill humans and that humans have no intention of killing demons, but they are diligent if they can fight each other with their weapons. That's why if Zenobia were to do that, it would be natural for Farsa to do so in that fight. Falsa is the four kings of the Demon King's army and is a human enemy, but there is no dust that will be defeated here now. Whether Zenobia will benefit from the experience he has gained tonight will be a matter of survival.

"Is that your nature? Terrible, terrible ... but surprisingly comfortable."

"Every combat mad like you says that. It's hard to understand from me."

Zenobia, who smiles while sweating cold against the killed Farsa, is definitely a fighting madness. Although Farsa was serious before, there was no killing even if he launched a lethal attack. Even the same full-strength attack is completely different depending on whether or not they are willing to kill the opponent. Especially for those who fight at a much higher height, such as two people, the difference may be the difference between winning and losing. It's not a mock battle or a match before, but a feeling that only those who have sought the true life can understand. Falsa was as comfortable as Zenobia, exuding incomprehension.

"I'm Zenobia de Cuteciphon, Commander of the Valorian Kingdom of the White Yuri Knights. I'll refund you once you lost!"

Farsas feels sorry that Zenobia, who claims to be re-partitioning, claims his identity, his name, and the purpose of the duel, should remain the same. And I remember that when I used my sword before, I didn't give myself.

"I'm the leader of the Valois court mage, Falsa Species .... No, the four kings of the Demon Army, the phantom mirage. I will break the strongest sword with this hand as an enemy to humans!"

Mirage declares, exposing his left eye, which is dyed red. However, Zenobia held the sword in the upper row without any upset. Mirage wonders if he realized what he was, but he decided that the conversation was sloppy from here and went back to Zenobia. Each time the Mirage's scythe and Zenobia's sword make a sound, they keep talking. Again, again and again, again and again, while circling with light feet. The blades intersect as if they showed each other, and they move away from each other. The shadows of the two, who tickle the triple beat without any inconsistency, dance while hugging each other. Is it a mischief of the moonlit night or a coincidence that reflects a different figure from the Lord of the Shadows? Either way, as long as the Lord's performance doesn't end, they will continue to flow forever.