Isekai Cheat Magician

"The boulder is the Duke. Don't make it easy for me."

The situation is antagonistic. Approximately 20 minutes from the start of the fight. Respond so you can put it on the other person's hand, and the other person will put it on it again. The battlefield, which shows the appearance of the chicken, was glued.

I am very tenacious with Smella, who prides herself on being superior to everyone else in leadership, command and situational judgment.

This was not just Smella's own assessment, it was also an objective fact from a third party.

If the world is the world, it is Smeera, who is also regarded as a famous general who goes into ten fingers in history. Not all historians, military researchers, of course, rated it that broken, and there are naturally criticisms, but still no one disputed Smeera's assessment that she was a famous general.

Second class is not dealt with, first class is praised, and super first class is criticized.

According to that theory, Smella is definitely superb.

What do you say without glorifying Dortesheim as "heavenly and sunny while enemies" in a battle that does not give way to a single step against that smear?

"Left wing! It's getting thinner! What are you doing!

To Smeera's reprimand, a screaming voice came from the field commander.

It's not too thin from the edge. But Smella knows that if you look at the movement of your own army and enemy forces, the attacks and defenses of both sides, they will gradually become thinner.

Operation behavior shown to terribly high standards. But there is no reason for anyone to speak differently.

Smeera is the Royal Army One, no matter which one of the soldiers you let the commander-in-chief do from the general command to the field commander. It is persuasive to be born because you are a man who can.

"Hmm. Is the slide up?"

"You're on your left."

Pasos, who heads the knights, was now temporarily away from the scene in the headquarters that Smeera would refrain from.

Of course it's not a workplace waiver. Smella had a report and went out.

This operation must be accomplished without advancing the enemy. Ultimately, destroying the enemy's chain of command is the shortcut to victory, but as a big picture, it is also an equals victory if you don't lose.

But such a passive measure is not where Smella wants it, and most importantly, I don't want her to think about her nature during a blaze.

"Did Jack and the Queens of the Enemy make a role?

"Ha. Intelligence has reported that the Royal Straight has been cut"

Hearing Pathos' report, Smeera nodded.

"Fine. Shall I hang this up?"

"I understand. I will do that."

Enemy forces move fast. The protracted war must be defeated at all costs by the aristocratic side against the Royal Army where it comes from.

It's just as expected to use one hand after another that can hit you and make a corrugated attack.

"... if you want victory alone, it's a battle that's over."

"Right."

Pathos quickly figured out what Smella wanted to say.

If you just win, all you have to do is destroy the enemy's General Command with flashy range attack magic.

But I can't use that hand this time. No, I don't want to use it.

"If you do that, you'll have kids who don't even go old wipe their asses at the end of their country"

"If that happens, it's a disgrace to the last generation."

"Uhm. Better off dead with a belly cut"

Extremely reasonable option, given the survival of the country. But Ellistein didn't take it for granted. Even if it is not understood, it is something of the sort of insistence or will.

"You mean I couldn't be ruthless, either? They had a lot of feelings before they knew it."

"I'm glad it's human."

"Tell me."

Smella laughed at Pasos' words.

"Which lord did you propose to a child who wouldn't even go that old?

"Isn't that nice? Love is free."

"Totally...... you should think carefully after winning and get back to me"

"Let's just say we will."

Hearing the footsteps of Pathos walking away, Smeera turned forward.

Come on. What kind of soldier will you show me next?

Smella's head had switched brilliantly so much that she didn't think she'd ever had a soothing conversation.

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There are two tasks given to Tai Xi Line.

One is to provide support as a guerrilla. The path has been decided, and there is no need to look for it, especially if it is somewhere thin.

It is divided into Taiichi and Rin, Mura and Lemia, each of which begins to progress from a different position.

If I'm going to support you, shouldn't I do it from a thin spot? In response to Rin, who asked so while she was an amateur, Pathos shook his neck to the side.

That reason leads to a second task.

Apparently, the noble army has cut it off for you. It seems to be a fairly high level opponent, and the average soldier is heavily loaded. The enemy says he's already out on the battlefield and starting to ramble. Bella, Pathos should go out if we're going to defeat him for sure, but they have a mission to command the troops and they can't leave their positions.

So the fathers came around. Four powerful, liberal cards in the Royal Army. Most important in this context is the degree of freedom. Proceed to hit enemy card paths and take on them. That is the instruction I received from Smeera through Pathos.

None of the four disagreed, including Remia.

Not four on a scale that would fit into a soldier in the military in the first place. It means you should be allowed to do it freely.

Taiichi and Rin take the right from the General Command, which wants the front line from the rear. Lemia and Mullah proceed towards the left.

Eventually, the enemy's attacks focus a little bit more on Lemia and Mullah, who do not change the pace at which they proceed while slamming down enemy soldiers.

I can see the enemy commander being forced into a rather harsh extraction. They are not the two that can be suppressed in relative terms, just like the other knights. Then I'll concentrate on Remia and Mullah first and go all at once, which is also a hard choice. Because the Royal Army is not sweet enough to miss such an obvious gap.

Mullah is seriously surprised when she actually tries to fight a knight. I thought it would be a close level of strength, but it's actually quite advantageous to get the fight going.

Reading a critical area that enters the opponent's sight from the impending, Mullah produces a fireball slightly upwards behind her left.

The knight's consciousness pointing that way creates a faint blind spot on the other side of it.

That blind spot side, in this case, turned the ground on the opponent's left foot into sand. A knight who takes his legs off all the time. He slammed his sword from above his armor in the direction of his leaning body. sounds strong with Amen, and the knight collapses due to the impact. Swords are more rigid and flexible misrills than armor. It's not as frightening as it sounds. I don't use the blade because the cleavage is too sharp to divide it between my upper and lower body.

The fireball you created is a bluff against a knight who collapsed in front of you. It was made for a backup knight who was coming from behind. Mullah releases the fireball to the second knight with the speed and power he dares to deal with.

He used his shield to play fireball. Mullah was diving into the knight's pocket without having to find out where the fireball was going in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

"Ku, this......!

"Slow"

Rear of the knight, jumping only with a spring on his knee. The knight's counterattack, which predicted an attack from that position, passes one beat late. Flipped his body twirling as he took the back of his opponent and struck out the back of his head. You didn't aim for medulla oblongata because you don't kill your opponent as well. Enemy forces around you who see a falling knight and step on two feet.

Mullah tows them with only her gaze. In that sharp and cold gaze, I felt some of them lose their temper of war.

I have no more hesitation in killing my opponent than standing on the battlefield. This time they tell us to reduce the number of dead. Answering client requests is fundamental as an adventurer.

But from the mullahs, that wasn't all. There are boys who don't want to appear stained with enemy blood. As a result of her complicated mind, she convinces herself that it's a favor.

While we could do it without killing our enemies on the battlefield, we thought we could pierce it.

Mullah turned her attention to her master as she gained confidence in her sword, which had improved surprisingly before she knew it.

Overwhelming his surroundings with existence itself, he sealed the enemy's attack with a master of difference.

Only the sound of a once and boot heel slamming the earth echoes. Remia's surroundings were surrounded by silence.

Be in a good position, not to set up a cane, but to boast a good style of your own body.

"What. I'm probably selling my face, too."

Lemia appropriately chose a knight who was nearby and approached defenselessly.

If you wave your sword, you can easily cleave that beautiful skin. But a young knight who has been approached cannot move with a tinge. But blaming him is harsh, and those around him don't deserve that. Because they can't move either.

"Hehe. Kid, why don't you tell me who I am?

"…, et al.,"

"La?"

"Fallen Leaf Mage...... Lemia...... Santa Cru......"

Remia narrowed her eyes and raised the edge of her mouth slightly.

"You're absolutely right. Can I get to know you from now on?

A thin, long fingertip strokes the jaw of a young man peeking from his helmet. Acknowledging the sweat flowing through his cheeks, Remia let go of her fingers.

"Then let's do the reward. Take it with you."

Open your hands and put your hands on the youth's abdomen.

The burst sounded and the young man fell, punching what was in his stomach.

Simple magic that beats a chunk of air.

Because of its simplicity, it is an attack magic that can be the dominant force for wind magicians, extremely fast to activate.

Normally, magic can't be powerful enough to crawl through an opponent with a single blow, but the user is the user. There is no reason for her to release power without dispersing it.

Without even looking at the fallen youth, Remia turned her attention to a group of enemies in front of her.

"... suppose it's the Knights of the Kingdom? Can't you untie this extent of restraint?

Medusa's Embrace, a wide-area controlled magic trick.

It is a magic trick that takes multiple subjects and lowers their body temperature. Humans move dull if their body temperature drops. What I understand by feeling, not reason, in one way or another.

It's a water attribute that can be handled by a senior magician.

Of course, we can hope that this will have a dull effect on the enemy's ability to act. It is even more powerful because it is the magic that Remia is exercising. But this won't stop us from acting completely.

Leaked Lemia's pressure is responsible when exercising Medusa's embrace. That's what sealing the opponent's movements with presence only.

They knights boast the strength to draw a line with adventurers around them. That's why I get it. How faint Remy is.

"Well, good. If you're unwilling, I'll kick your ass."

I'm not unmotivated, I'm not motivated. Of course Lemia knows that and says it.

Swinging his wand, Remia begins chanting. Attempts are made to knock down strong winds that cannot be tolerated by a person's stomping. The knight is not on the same level as the average person, but his strength has dropped dramatically because Medusa's embrace is working now.

Lemia thinks it's okay to paralyze the target with electric magic. The range is inferior to the magic I used the other day, but I was still treading that 20-30 people could paralyze me at once.

Huh, Remia felt a mighty run of magic. Strength different from the adventurers there.

While no longer performing anti-demon defense at the level of conditional reflexes, the knitted magic nevertheless activates properly.

The magic I unleashed that way.

It was overthrown on the way.

"... ho"

I stare at my right hand frozen.

I felt the magic that stayed within me and accurately analyzed that the magic stopped just before it was activated.

This ice is not just a 'freeze'. Inhibitory magic that interrupts the exercise of witchcraft is the main thing.

Magic is what is activated by drawing strength from the Spirit after a proper spell.

Ask the Spirit who is close to you by chanting a spell that corresponds to the sorcery that the operator wants to use. If the Spirit accepts, the sorcerer pays for his magic powers.

If it's a fireball, for example, someone from the Spirit of Fire nearby. Kamaitachi - If the official name is Air Cutter, someone from the Spirit of the Wind will respond as well. As long as we pay for magic, it seems that there are no spirits who do not respond, and as long as we can perform magic and proper chanting, magic is definitely activated.

The sorcery that inhibits that sorcery does exist.

Lemia is also a usable sorcery, but not everyone can handle it.

Can be used in any attribute: fire, water, earth, wind. Still, the difficulty is enough for Lemia to admit to being special. The reason for this is simple, because if you don't exceed your opponent's Magic Power and Magic Strength, you won't be inhibited.

If the target is downgraded, it can be activated for sure, but it doesn't make much sense to use it in that case. If you are an understated opponent, it is surer and quicker to attack with a positive attack method. There is no reason to purposefully seal their witchcraft.

Suitable occasions to use inhibitory witchcraft include when fighting an opponent close to you or against yourself and each other. Use it to increase your chances of winning or losing against opponents who are unsure. And there, the difficulty is enclosed. Close prowess, or mutual strength, is likely to be close to both magic and magic strength.

Unless you have read exactly how much magic your opponent is putting in and how much magic strength they are trying to unleash, it can lead to a valuable waste of magic. Lemia and I don't use inhibitory witchcraft if there's not so much to do with someone close to strength. Because it's better to focus on preventing the opponent's witchcraft properly than that, analyzing the opponent's attack pattern and dealing with it for sure.

This means that the opponent is the owner of the ability to exercise and succeed in inhibitory magic against deciduous magicians.

"Show yourself."

Lemia laughs all the time and turns her face to the hedge.

One man appeared, breaking a hedge emitting a spiral of twitching.

Person with his whole body wrapped in a blue robe. Seeing a mustache stored in his jaw peeking slightly from under the hood, Remia decided he was a man.

"You're a deciduous mage."

"Inhibitory magic is a delightful imitation"

A low, whispered voice reaches Remia's ear. By telling him that without answering anything, I affirmed it out of the question.

"My name is Mistophorus. The name of the one who's going to kill you."

"Unfortunately, we'll soon forget what matters."

"... let me prove to you that I am a good magician"

Remia leaves a grin on her face and raises a frank eyebrow.

"Your life, I'll take it"

"It is. Then I'll tell you one good thing."

"If there's anything left to say, I'll ask you."

"Eighty years since I got my mind on it. I've spent all my time in witchcraft."

Keep your right hand frozen forward. From there, there was so much magic that I could see it running and overflowing. The magic eventually converges, becoming a small glow and staying in the air.

Bakin, and. Squeezing his frozen hand, Remia put that light in her fist. The strength of magic that slowly surpasses inhibitory magic.

Created with relentless pressure scattered, each person is a giant water polo enough to swallow lightly. No matter how optimistic you are about the amount of water as it looks, it is impossible, it should definitely be compressed. If that thing burst, how much destruction will it bring?

It is not something that can be chanted without chanting.

"Mistophorus and I do. They don't have to spare a minute. Don't let me down too much more than you tried this duel on me, okay?

"... smash it"

"That's the intention."

The magic released from the two grows denser in Russia.

"Retreat!"

"We're gonna eat the convolutions!

The screaming orders of the captains of both the Royal Army and the Noble Army forces echoed, and both sides rushed to begin to distance themselves from the two.

Mullah unwittingly stops and looks at the two senior magicians who activate their magic powers and relative them.

For the first time since the Azpia Defense, such as when the master is fully open, humans are the target, as far as Mullah knows.

If you don't take into account the Irregular named Taiichi, her master is undoubtedly the most powerful class of human, elf, dwarf and man-made species.

I know because I saw the demon opponent fight. So what about a high-powered human opponent?

I'm very interested in what kind of battle Lemia will have. For later school, it would be normal to want to visit nearby.

But you can't just throw this place out. The presence of the Mullahs has favoured the Royal Army in this vicinity. If we leave here, it is visible that the aristocratic army will begin to fight back. I don't even think about it as much as her one wagamama doesn't work.

Besides, there was a reason why Mullah couldn't leave the scene no matter what.

Long time no see.

Signs of confusion, but irresistible features, on the soldiers.

The bearer of the sign reacted with Pickle to Mullah's words, which he did not know who it was directed at.

"We've already found out the seeds, so why don't you come out?

As always, the face is pointing in the direction where Remia is. But consciousness was entirely suited to one point of the noble army.

Apparently you're not willing to come out, and the signs of a moment of shaking are calm now.

That's fine then. I'll just curse you thoroughly.

"You're not only bad for your personality, you're bad for your predecessor. Former Princess Charlotte's immediate unit, Mr. Miguel, the traitor?

Takeshi. The Royal Army flaunted itself.

When it comes to the direct units of the royal family, strength and loyalty are honors that only the top ranked among the knights can hold in their hands.

That includes trust from the royal family, regardless. I mean, Miguel and I would have betrayed Charlotte's trust.

"Traitor? I hope you're careful what you say. In the first place, Lord Dortesheim is the only one I swear allegiance to. Even if it's Charlotte, buying my loyalty is no match."

"I'll say it often. If the Duke goes downfield, he'll betray you, won't he?

That's not true.

One knight walked out, sounding the chatter and the rubbing sound of metal.

Again.

I remember the signs, the outfit.

"You have a thin basis. Once, twice, three times."

"Say whatever you want. More than that."

Miguel pulled out his lower back sword. He's motivated. I guess that was the scenario he drew. It is obvious that we have no choice but to fight more than it has crumbled.

"You know me well."

Mullah grinned frantically,

"'Cause your filthy signs, they're hateful, and once you find out, you'll never forget them."

I vomited a painful poison.

As a mullah, we met here, but it's the 100th year. I'll curse you all the time here. If you want to go backwards with that, the opponent until then. Well, most of all,

"It's an honor to have a good woman like you remember me. As a meat doll just to fuck, it's fascinating."

I didn't expect Hair to come on such an inexpensive provocation earlier though.

"It's a shame, but I've only met one person who says you can dedicate your purity. You're too guessy. Very, very."

"Right or right. If you lose, I'll cut off both hands and legs and treat you till you get blurry."

Dirty cursing each other is actually Jab's reward for whether or not the opponent shows a gap. If there is at least a little bit of blood going up in your head, it becomes a gap that will stick.

You're moving your mouth, but you're putting your nerves around each other's feet. The loss of those who disturbed my mind at all. Mere confusion is actually a critical exchange that can decide to win or lose before you fight.

"Hehe. Try something you can do. Mr. Traitor?"

Mullah drops her hips, holds her sword diagonally, and looks over the sword at Miguel.

"Let's do it. My little girl."

Miguel holds the sword with both hands and sets his cuttoe against the ground.

Mullah has the best balance in offense. Miguel is one of the shapes of the Kingdom Sword.

Pine--

Stuck.

The swelling and air broke.

It is an intense hegemony emitted by two people staring at each other across a few meters of space.

"I'm gonna tear you apart!

Intensely, but closely crafted, it's fortified magic.

Mullah understands with intuition that she is quite proficient. Whether you were a traitor or not, it doesn't seem to be Dade who was a direct member of the royal family.

"I'll make you regret what you were born to do!

But that's just about right for Mullah. You won't be the earliest opponent in a knight in line. I was very interested in how powerful Miguel would be.

Strengthen earthly attributes Let magic go all over your body. Having witnessed a beautiful fortification ceremony without any futility, the surrounding soldiers learned that Mullah had put his hands on it until now.

The gaze they exchange scatters a spark. Mullah and Miguel had already lost sight of their surroundings.