Isekai Cheat Magician

I don't imitate a demon leaving a body like that. The three came to that conclusion, unanimously holding that it was artificial.

Who. For what purpose.

Such conduct is a felony punishable by law in Japan. It can't be forgiven.

From then on I collected some muraco mushrooms and walked in the hunt for demons, exploring the woods.

That red fenwolf.

For what reason was it born? I don't think I can clean it up with a mutation. I wander around the woods thinking I should have some sort of handkerchief.

But that can't be a good way to carry it. In the evening with no noticeable achievement, the three dropped their shoulders and followed the northern woods.

I arrived at the guild when the sun was completely down.

Look around near the entrance and see if Marie is there. To talk, she talks quicker and has less trouble knowing what's going on.

Although. I couldn't find Marie. Are you even taking a break, or are you working in the back? If you're not there, you have no choice, head to the counter and speak to an affordable official.

"Guys."

"Ah, gentlemen. What's wrong, sir?

"I've been asked. Yes, please."

Rin takes the requisition he received yesterday from his lumbar bag and the bag of cloth containing the muraco mushrooms and gives it to him.

"I see, indeed. How was the outcome?

"This."

Taiichi placed a large leather bag on the counter with a stirrup. The sales smile of a female employee hits on the consequences of too many for just one day.

"I've crushed one Goblin colony and killed about 40 Fenwolves."

I had pasta for lunch.

Mullah tells her friend that she has no other love.

This official knew from Marier's stupidity that the fattest team was out of standard to kick and walk through common sense. I actually feel that my perception was sweet in this way relative.

"Chi, it's a bit high in numbers, so can I give you the reward tomorrow?

"I don't mind."

I have just enough money to live for a while without having to work. You don't have to take it in a hurry.

"So this concludes the completion process, is there anything else?

The usual stereotype.

A social dictionary that ends the story.

We must now count the large quantities of loot and prepare the rewards.

I wanted to get into that task quickly, but Taiichi stopped her.

"Excuse me. I'd like to see the Alliance Master."

I was told, she put her hand on her chin. Guildmaster, now.

"Excuse me, I'm visiting now..."

"It's okay. Mr. Tych, Mr. Lynn, Mr. Mullah."

What blocked her dialogue when she politely tried to say no.

"Ah, Mr. Marier. Evening."

"Good evening. Looks like you're done with your request."

Marie with the paperwork was just coming down the stairs.

"Yeah, I just got back."

"Really? You're as fast as ever. Guildmaster's room, come in. You'll be fine."

Weren't you visiting? I am slightly hesitant to step in there.

But I guess it would be nice for Marie to say. The three of them thanked him and climbed the stairs.

"Marie. Are you sure?

"That's okay, seniors"

She seems to be a senior to Marie, who was responding to the Tai Chi people today.

"Because the Alliance Master visitors are people who are marginal to them"

"Hmm."

I am not particularly willing to mention it. Because interacting with those threesomes, to whom both guild masters are cordial, is practically Marie's monopoly. It really happens that she dealt with it.

"Oh, yeah, Marie"

"Yes?"

"This. The monster loot those kids have been hunting for. Because they told me that the reward is fine tomorrow. Of course, I'll need your help."

A large leather bag that sits on the counter.

Goblins and fenwolves are in the north woods. They would do this in one hassle.

But those who do this work will not go with one hassle. As insanely as ever unbraced, Marie sighed.

I thought of the hardships of juniors looking tired, and the senior staff only laughed bitterly.

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"How was the formation?"

In an extremely flat voice, the old woman asked.

"It was blown away by the effects of flame-based magic. There was no sign of it. You must admit that you were insulting their strength."

Neither did the neutral voice that answered it seem particularly worried about something.

Makes me think it's really not enough.

"Is the key one safe?"

"This time it's a dummy. Fate is naturally safe. All the rest of us are alive and well."

"Right."

Is that all you need to hear? He shut his mouth.

"Any progress?

"Forty percent"

"Not so good."

Then the old woman shuts up too. When everyone stops talking, it's so quiet that I wonder if there's anyone in that darkness. Breathe in, I can't even hear you throw up.

"To this extent, it's small work. It's a little fancy, though."

Finally, the darkness was once again marked by a long silence.

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Knock on the door, get a copy, then twist the knob. Gerard's office, unfamiliar but no longer surprising.

"Whoa. You guys."

Naturally, there's Gerard.

"Long time no see."

For some reason, there's also Lemia.

"Mr. Remea!

"Was the visitor Mr. Lemia?"

Whereas the usual outfit, Gerard, Remea weaves a cape of fabric permeable to a black qualitative dress.

It's for women in modern times, but it should have been for men in the Middle Ages. Well, this is a different world, so you shouldn't think about it in common sense on Earth.

Above all, such a thing is trivial. Lemia is as always Lemia. Apparently it's no different at home or outside to dress fanatically. It is poisonous to the eyes for Taiichi. Mainly the chest.

To the extent that Rin and Mullah looked at me, I also became most aware of Tai Chi. Although no one on this occasion noticed that Lemia had a meaningful grin for a moment after seeing those three.

"Tichi... does Remia call you by name? Why are you calling me Osama?"

"It's Osama, too?

"It's Osama, isn't it?

"Osama."

Enough, groaning, and a gellard that drips like tired. Seriously, not blaming me would mean it's within range.

"Ha ha. You're right."

"It's weird. Baba lives more than twice as long as I do."

"Hehe. I have a long life. She was active as a woman until she was 250 years old."

"What. I've been active as a man for 100 years."

"Man's jealousy is ugly. Hey, Osama?

"Ugg..."

The two of you will start hanging out as soon as possible. As I let Taiichi and Rin protect themselves with a single letter, they're not bad friends.

"I'm sorry I'm in the middle of a conversation."

"What?"

Without inheriting the two sentences, he placed two waves of sword on a splendid table.

A sword burned by flames and blackened.

Of those adventurers, shapes.

Two people who immediately stop communicating in the name of cursing each other and stare at that sword. Gerard slowly took one of those unusual pains.

"... what's up, this. Has anyone attacked you?

"You're mostly burned with high fever. Is that Lynn or Mullah?

The patterned part is carbonized and worn out. Remia turns her gaze to the Taiwanese.

"We did it with me and Mullah"

"It's six fireballs for two."

Six fireballs with Rin and Mullah. Obviously excessive. Overkill. What the hell kind of situation would that happen? Remia frowns.

"It's not for the attack. I did it to mourn. Oh, did you get it done?"

Taiichi to say again because she didn't do it herself.

Of course, that's not the problem.

"I don't know what to mourn. What happened?"

An adventurer who went to fetch murako mushrooms and finally didn't come back. I found them unusual. I was blasphemed until I was dead, so I decided it wasn't about ashing everything.

Discharge the honest feelings I thought at that time.

Remy and Gerard.

Two overwhelmingly grown people compared to the Tai Chi.

I don't know. I thought in the corner of my head as we talked about having ourselves that we were relying on.

"Right. That's them. You've lost a lot of talent."

Gerard staring down at the sword and whining to converse with them.

"You said Fenwolf attacked me. Is that true?"

"True."

Hear Mullah's answer, roaring Remia. Fenwolf is smart. You can see the difference in power from the Taichis at first glance. There is no way we can attack from Fenwolf, even if we do it from the three of us. Fenwolf does not have the same spirit to challenge the strong.

"You weren't a regular Fenwolf. It was big around my body and stuff, and it was bright red."

Taichi answers as he sees it, as he perceived Remia's question.

"... wait. What did you just say?

"Eh. Wasn't that normal Fenwolf?

"Ahead."

"Big round, bright red"

……

Lemia puts her hand on her mouth and turns her gaze down to silence.

Tai Chi confused by the unusual Remia of the atmosphere. Gerard put his sword on the table with a dust, and gazed at her.

"Mullah. Can you beat me by offering?

"... it takes time, until we win. With you two, you're more certain."

"Right."

Gerard was surprised. A golden swordsman who did one crusade request after another with a low ranking but overwhelming strength at one time. He said it would take him a while to do that mullah and win. How much strength did this boy and girl meet demons?

"Do you know what it is?

"Oh. I'll explain it in order. First of all, the strength of red fenwolf, but I probably just said it's equal to an obsidian horse"

"You think it's an obsidian horse? Fenwolf?"

"Mm-hmm. Let me explain. The demons you defeated are under a" crimson contract. "

Crimson contract. A kind of magic trick used by Qasim. Increase the strength of the target demon by a few steps, so that you can give some more orders.

When I was looking into magic tricks, Lemia said I also found something like that.

Using it, it is possible to raise even the lowest demon to a level that cannot be easily handled. The characteristic is that the body grows larger and the color becomes red.

"But these people are serious."

"What do you mean?"

"Do you think a technique with so many extrajudicial effects can be used at no cost?

"I see. You know what?"

There are two necessary offerings for exercising a crimson contract.

One is the magic of the surgeon.

And the other is the surgeon's flesh.

By dedicating them, the contract of crimson is completed.

Meat here is a part of the flesh. Even if I lose both hands and legs, I can only use them four times in my life. For the fifth time, all organs in the body are lost.

The art of death, Remia described. I think you're absolutely right.

You'd be lucky to have been able to break it down at this point. Remia's handle is huge.

But Lemia had one anxiety.

Crimson contract and abnormal growth of fenwolf. Is it irrelevant at all? Intuition tells us that we should not think separately. Because of that, Lemia missed that there was the worst combination. Given the level of her brains, you can say carelessness.

It was discovered after the incident that rocked the Azpia.