Helper teacher of magic girls' school

Count Dumaire Mansion Courtyard, Sunday 5am......

On a holiday when people were still asleep, Lew had come to the courtyard to wake up early and relax his body.

He is wearing "True Dragon King's Armor" because he wants to tame his body quickly.

It is Zimon, the ordinance, who came there.

Zimon, naturally, wasn't wearing his usual clothes either, and he was dressed in pitch-black leather armor like he used to when he played the game.

"Dear Mr. Lew, if you don't mind, I'd like to make arrangements for you."

Lew nods silently at Zimon's voice.

As usual, his expression was calm and he had a grin on his mouth.

Eventually the two face each other in the middle of the courtyard.

It was still Zimon who set me up earlier.

He rolls out the plural, high-speed thrust toward his face and body that goes over the last game trick.

Luu goes with only a slight movement of the body and neck.

"Shh!

Did you find any gaps, Zimon flashes his temper from the previous poking one-sided attack, poking and an unusual two-step kick at the same time.

But Lew avoided the kick with his left arm, and his lower body avoided it by leaving his body in a big bow.

"Kuh!?

Surprising voices leak from Zimon unexpectedly.

As far as he was concerned, it seemed to be a combination of Kaishin attacks.

Meanwhile, there is still a grin on Luu's face as he leaves his body stray.

"Hiu!"

Its body rises up like a springy doll when breathing leaks out of Luu's mouth.

And how dare you use the fist technique that Zimon uses?

Moreover, the speed at which the attack is launched cannot be applied, such as by Zimon.

It is clearly several times faster than he is.

A surprise ran on Zimon's expression.

"Chichichichi, no!

The next time a small scream leaked from Zimon represented frustration.

But Luu's fists and kicks relentlessly strike Zimon, and at the earliest he is on the defensive side.

And at the end of the day he sees incredible attacks.

The kick released from Lew irregularly re-orbited many times, hitting the back of his head from his unpredictable angle.

To date, it is an attack that can be described as the depths of my own fist technique I have dreamed of.

"Huh!

Zimon kissed the earth and let go of consciousness, taking a direct hit of Lew's kick to the back of his head without being able to avoid it.

"Hmm."

Lew sees two girls who were watching at some point beside him when he exhales small at the end.

It was Gisele and Moral.

Giselle was amazed.

Whatever the battle is!

Moral doesn't change his expression, but his eyes shine blindly.

This one was proud of her husband's strength.

Lew waves toward the two and heads to Zimon, who is unconscious first.

Ever since he walked out, his magic power had already grown more and more and his high-quality magic wave (Aura) had risen.

Lew instantly generates the magic of recovery when he kneels beside Zimon falling.

"Treatment (Cure), Resuscitation (Lessley Quotio)!

When the Spirit of Recovery chanted, a dazzling light emanated from Lew's hand, wrapping Zimon's giant.

Zimon's damage is healed and its vitality is activated by Lew's Magic Wave (Aura).

"Sir... Wow..."

I'm also a good at restorative magic, Gisele, but I have to sigh at the extraordinary difference from my level when I can show off Lou's magic.

However, Gisele is the type of person who burns a great deal of fighting spirit on the contrary without being depressed in such cases.

"I will definitely master that healing magic too!

Moral looking sideways at Gisele, who speaks up and squeezes her fist, smiles.

As always from a moral point of view, Luu's magic is brilliant, and awesome.

Her magic, which is a dream demon, is mostly learned from Luu, except for the magic she gets from her natural abilities.

In other words, Lu's magical "No. 1 disciple" is actually moral.

When I heard about their wives yesterday, Moral was overwhelmed with the need to help them train.

Even though he's a dreamer, he's an abominable demon from mankind...

Abandoned by his real father, his beloved mother also died, and came to live in the world behind a remote forest, resenting ourselves, the cursed birth, but one day dedicated to living, fallen self...

He saved and saved such a dying life for himself, Luu.

I had decided to give my life to that Luu to live as a 'loyal servant'...

Though I thought they would never say it, if they told me to "die," I wouldn't have hated it either. I would have been myself...

Such a life of my own - not loved by my previous love, but loved again by Luu as a 'wife', I find my new 'meaning of life' more and more.

It is full of endless joy.

As Edmond Dumaille put it, being a demonic woman, being the wife of Lou could be the 'Way of Ts'.

But at the same time, as I sent Fran Yale, she came alive with her own convictions.

If I hadn't met Lou, I would have died once.

I felt like I could do anything with that in mind.

Moral smiles and holds Gisele's hand next door.

Gisele was surprised for a moment by the devil's peculiar cold hand, but when she looked at Moral's face and grinned back definitively.

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"Sir!"

Gisele waved loudly toward Lew as he walked over with a shoulder to Zimon.

"Oh, moral to Gisele. Morning!"

"Oh, good morning, young ladies. Ha ha, you've seen this embarrassing in the morning."

Zimon scratched his head while Lew supported him.

By the way, he calls the Frans' young ladies' apart from Adelaide.

"Lord Zimon, are you all right?

"Oh, this is Master Moral. It's okay, Master Lew's recovery magic works just as well."

"That's good. So, sir, I saw the battle now and made up my mind. If you don't mind, from now on, I wish I could help you train too!

Zimon and Gisele look surprised when they hear that.

I can't help it.

It is a moral with a lot of shadow work.

The only person who knows exactly what it's like to look at that strength is Olerie, who helped herself.

"Oh, nice to meet you. I'd appreciate it if Moral could help."

Lew smiles and strokes Moral's head.

When Josephine saw it, she seemed angry, but this was originally an exclusive Moral patent.

"Master Lu, I wanted to hear, I wanted to hear, but what is your used fist technique or your physical skill?

Ask Luu in the atmosphere that Zimon is afraid.

Unlike general martial arts, these special physical techniques often do not clarify their very existence for reasons such as their policy, heritage, or depth.

The same is actually true of the fist technique that Luu has acquired and uses.

This is supposed to be a fist handed down from generation to generation only to Sowell, the head of the Art.

But now it is only inherited by the heirs.

Shrvestel Ayrtvara, the predecessor of Sowell, dramatically changed his secret policy until then, opening up only the basic maneuvers and methods of acquiring the "mould" of his martial arts to protect himself.

However, that was a story confined to the Arves alone, and there was no reason for the humans to know.

The fist technique handed down only to its Aarv tribe, its name is called the "Magic Fist".

"Magic Fist..."

Luu supplements after hearing Zimon and Gisele whine in unison.

"Oh, Art, inferior to other large and stubborn races in stature and strength, has the ability to magically reinforce physical abilities and defend itself by maximizing reasonable physical moves to the limit."

So Moral signaled Luu.

Moral opens his mouth when Lew nods.

"I'm not as good as Master Lu either, but I can use some (...)"

Against such morality, Zimon and Gisele could not hide their surprises.