Isekai Cheat Magician

Marwalt's Meetup IV

Watching Rin exchanging words with Susola for just a little while, Taiichi looked back at him curly. The two of us who were after this gap were found immediately after the infiltration.

I'm looking at this one, a young man with another tall sword on his back in luxurious looking armor that you can see at first sight.

And the other is an old man who stored his chin mustache. He didn't have a sword or anything in his hand, instead he had a shorter wand in his hand.

The atmosphere showed that the two of them were not the only ones.

Taiichi understands that it would certainly be hard to deal with these two by themselves.

Susola is never an easy opponent either, but it's still a good thing.

"You're the summoner. You're poorer than I thought."

That's what the young man said.

I can't help responding to you when you say that. What the hell did you imagine?

For humans who can use magic enhancement, or enhancement magic, we also know that it doesn't make much sense, such as muscles.

I guess he had no intention of mocking Taiichi in person, though it was pale.

"Who are you like that?

To the acquaintance that Taiichi gained, his face is not in memory. I mean, it's a first time meeting.

"Me. I'm Marchese. Marquis."

This is something the big guys have been putting out again for a long time. A sought-after title that can only be given to those who count in this country. A man in a shitty capacity stands in front of me.

"Yeah. So, what's that marquis doing here?"

"It will be decided. I'm here to take command."

A tone that just doesn't make sense. But Taiichi feels uncomfortable there. I don't know what I feel uncomfortable about.

"It's dangerous for the Admiral to come forward, isn't it?

In wartime warfare, I feel that Daimyo was the main one to take command from the main force. Some warlords may have been aggressive in their battlefield and slashed their enemies, but it wasn't in Taiji's memory.

"The boy is right, sir. You come out this far, etc..."

"Don't talk about it. They're pushing me, so I guess I'll have to change something."

To the old man's words, Marchese said what seemed most floating. Then he's the horse lord.

Look at the old man with the words "you're struggling" in your gaze. The old man said, "You know what I mean?" I have answered with my gaze.

Well, it's not what Taiichi found out, such as their convenience.

If you're going to show hostility, just respond accordingly. In the back Rin is about to start the fight. We need to be able to follow them at all times.

"Well, whatever. I'm busy here, too. Decide what to do."

The point is, do we do it or not?

If you want to do it, I'll do it right.

If you're not going to do it, I'll let you pass out. There is no reason to bother to miss the enemy general. If this is Smeera, she'll go get her neck without question. Maybe we should be lucky to be Taiichi.

"I don't care what you do. That's why I came out here."

You don't have a winner?

"I know."

Marchese overtakes the words of the old man and sets up his sword. And when he saw it, the old man sighed, and set up his staff.

Even on top of strength, there are many things to lose if you make mistakes. Sometimes alarm leads to loss. Whatever veteran you are, you can't make mistakes as zero as long as you're human.

But that doesn't apply to Taiichi only. The problem is not there at the earliest, like mistakes or alarm.

Rin continued to shoot all sorcery at Taiichi with 70 enhancements, and if he was plundered and scratched, it would be your word.

It is likely that even rail guns, the most powerful of sorceries Rin can handle, will not work.

If it's just power, even a rail gun that surpasses Lemia won't get through, so what else?

In extreme terms, just standing on this battlefield with 70 enhancements will ensure Taiji's safety is 100 percent.

I don't know how strong the marcasse is, but for now, you should strengthen it by 50. I think of it as "saving magic" even though I don't have to.

"In the meantime, you don't attack from me. Attack me as you please."

Pull out Mithril's sword.

It's true that you're unwilling to attack. After letting him do what he wants, he thinks we just need to beat him down and tie him up properly. Hand it over to someone in the rank of captain of the Royal Army and it's over.

"Don't lick me. Stay alert, you'll die."

"Well, just say it after the attack passes."

Given that even a Smella opponent can win if he has 40, 50 is overpower. Enemy chain of command will collapse just by properly embellishing the Marquis here.

And you can tell by the look on their faces that they're not stupid.

There's got to be a way to break down the chain of command. Crush it and disintegrate this nearby enemy front. It wouldn't be Smella who misses the solutions made by Taiichi.

Taiichi set up his sword, also thinking about taking Rin away at his worst and forcefully.

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When the Tai Chi are facing the enemy's Royal Straight.

Set deep within the Royal Army faction, the field hospital was surrounded by hustle and anger.

Wounded soldiers transported tightly. The medical team literally comes and goes not long after rest. Stab wounds are common on cuts. There are also many figures of soldiers who suffered burns and frostbite from bruising. It is not uncommon for a soldier whose legs and arms have gone somewhere.

But the soldiers who are brought here are the lucky ones.

About 100 meters away from the field hospital. There lies those who have laid vain and scattered their lives in diligent healing.

It's a war, so it's natural to die.

Prepared for that, as a knight, I volunteered as a court magician, so maybe I'm flattered.

And they sleep in the morgue. They are also fortunate as a condition.

The most unfortunate thing is a corpse that ends up on the battlefield and is not picked up by anyone.

Compared to them, it's as good as you can get them to mourn.

Wounded soldiers. No, looking at the people of the country, Charlotte bit her lips off.

Even if I understood it in my head, it was a tricky move to get into emotions as well.

All this time, I cursed my qualities as a useless space-time magician.

It doesn't have to be unusual. Useful attributes were good, like Efftihia, who kept using healing magic while cutting his breath and sweating on his forehead.

And thinking so is Charlotte's weakness in heart itself.

In this case, I even doubt that I can fulfill the fate that I have carried.

Given that fate, even the deaths of soldiers, no, even a country called Ellistein, must be regarded as trivial.

Of course it is only food that is not enough to take, such as one's own life.

You may dedicate your own life at any time. But I didn't think it would be so hard for lives other than myself to be sacrificed and scattered.

"Princess. Have a little rest."

That's how Tilmere advances when she decides that the Lord's complexion is worse than usual.

"... it's okay"

"Word is, it doesn't look that way"

Charlotte laughed bitterly as she instantly saw the strength she had finally spinned.

This maid is a little too good. So much so that I have no body.

"Yeah. I'm fine"

Charlotte dared to use the same words.

"I can't just rest because I feel bad for everyone."

Speaking of no body or lid, what good is Charlotte because of it?

Still, speak to the soldiers themselves or hold hands to encourage them. I believe there may only be things she can do.

Even if you know it's only self-satisfying.

Even if I know it won't even be redemption.

"... if you decide that you are unscrupulous, you will be forced to rest even"

That's what Tilmere said and pulled back.

"Thank you. Tilmea"

Tilmea thanked him deeply for his sincere words of appreciation.

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Smeera, who was looking out at the battlefield from [], was reading that the war situation was beginning to lean heavily towards the side of the Royal Army.

Since about 20 minutes ago, orders have been executed to switch from point attack to surface control.

The aristocratic army's distribution range is being cut all at once.

A factor that has survived enemy attacks with minimal damage is Bella's feat of waving tact in a step-by-step position. Smeera the boulder is also admirable for the speed with which her army thins or fails to enter the cover immediately and for the accuracy of prioritizing.

Without Smeera, it wouldn't be weird if Bella were the Commander-in-Chief of the Royal Army.

Pathos is also qualitative enough, but I guess the front-line commander is more suited to his sexuality than the role he said he would be. In fact, the Passos, who are supposed to be good at attacking, are doing enough to carry out an operation dedicated to defense.

Doing the same thing on Smella's property. It leaves me wondering if that worked.

Nor are the nobles in command incompetent. But I'm just saying that Smella, Pathos and Bella, who are in charge, were better.

"What's the damage?

"Ha! 300 dead! 1200 wounded! There are 400 people seriously injured inside! It's all approximate!

"Thank you"

"Ha!"

This time a soldier serving as Smella's deputy took a step back with a salute.

"I see a win, huh? It's time for you to make up your mind, nobles."

At times like this, it is easier to be cautious. So much so that the Japanese story has a golden saying: "Win and tighten your helmet."

The word would be a treasure for an ordinary general. But that doesn't apply to the Iron Woman Smeera as if the extraordinary were wearing armor.

"Give directives to all armies. After we hit the wedge in the center, we're going to strike simultaneously."

"Ha!... and how about details?

Smeera replies to the vice secretary of upright immobility without specific instructions and with respect.

"Gather 300 soldiers and 300 horses with excellent assault capability. Fifty is a court magician."

"Understood."

Come this far, you don't have to choose odd measures. settle for the short term. Being able to hit a mediocre hand is Smella's beauty.

Smella put her hand on the sword pattern and grinned niggly.

The cloak is cloaked in the wind.

"I'll leave this place to you, but the basic policy is one. Kick your enemies."

"Ha!"

Leave it to me, that is.

"The wedge, it's me."

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Aerie stared at Taiichi, who could cross the sword with Marchese.

The same sight as before. A hundred years ago, a hundred years ago, a thousand years ago.

In each era, there were wars around the world. Great War between the Great Powers. Small civil war in a small country.

Aerie stopped thinking when she thought about how many times in the past there seemed to be interesting people who were observing to follow her to the battlefield and watch the war... Because whoever was observing it thus realized that there had been several occasions where life was lost in front of Aerie.

The young man, who was observing at one point, sparked his life sheltering his allies from enemy traps, leaving behind his lover who had promised to marry him in his hometown.

The next adorable girl I found airy preference was captured in a city occupied by enemy forces and scattered by enemy soldiers. Desperate for her life, she ended up killing herself with broken glass fragments.

The next person I met was an old man with an attractive tender smile.

The mind serving people and their surroundings and the way they executed were the city's favorites. He used to be a soldier who killed a lot of people on the battlefield. If it were to be its sin, he walked through a troubled old age and fulfilled his heavenly destiny.

If I hadn't been helped by someone dying in front of me, I wouldn't have even been able to speak up and listen to you.

Speak up and it will arrive.

It's just that, I can't believe it's so good.

Aerie, who marked a long time of thousands of years, was always lonely.

All the summoners who once appeared did not have enough power to sign with Aerie. The voice of the Spirit is certainly heard. But I can't reach my voice when I become an intermediate class spirit. Of course I didn't have the capacity to hear a senior spirit like Aerie.

Apart from Aerie, several senior spirits had gathered at the summoner, but all had dropped their shoulders and left the scene.

So even when Taiichi appeared, most spirits did not appear before him. From what I've been through, I think I've given up.

Such an airy also said that if this didn't work, she would never have any expectations again, with that kind of consciousness, and if she realized she was at her best.

I try to speak up without much anticipation.

And when Taiichi reacted, I was sincerely surprised.

I didn't know you'd get a voice.

The rather immature state that Taiichi at the time only knew something called magic yet.

Yet I had no idea that the voice of the advanced spiritual Aerie would arrive. After that, we decided to stick together and peek at the opportunity. After Taiichi falls asleep, I try to speak up. To the top of my dreams, so that my voice can reach me.

Since his voice first reached Taiichi, the other spirits did not speak to Taiichi because, in fact, Aeriy had made other spirits solemn. Even if the attributes are different, you can't fail to listen to the words of the advanced spirits.

Of course that's not mean or anything.... No, let's admit I had a little bit of an exclusive appetite.

Taiichi would have been able to hear the voices of intermediate and lower spirits right away.

Sooner, I could have used my powers as a summoning magician.

Given the amount of magic and the strength of magic that Taiji possesses, it is of course a tremendous force. But Airy knew by instinct.

That's definitely enormous, but he said it wasn't 'true'.

You start receiving magic directly from Taiichi, and that turns into certainty.

No matter how cheap you quote it, Taiichi wasn't the kind of vessel that would fit in here.

Aerie and Taiichi are both struggling with the use of fine magic. The cause is clear to Aeriy, who is roughly the best in his neck.

In Airlie, you can't handle the full magic of Taiji. Complete capacity over. I don't have to think of it as any kind of joke, such as not even fitting into the boundaries of a senior spiritual self, but Airy was something that made me remember my remorse and at the same time my pride.

If you're going to consider it from previous memories, the summoner who once appeared should follow that title around "back".

The point is that he is a summoner and a loser.

And Aerie thinks.

Taiichi is the real summoner.

There's a way to prove it, Airlie.

But for her, that was a means I really didn't want to take.

Metal met hard and sparks scattered.

Taiichi took the sword together to the sword that Marchese had wielded out. Taiichi handles swords with one left hand against Marchese, who holds the sword with both hands. Here's a glimpse of the hard difference in strength. Most importantly, in Taiichi and in humans, comparison is wrong.

Arguments such as the strongest or weakest of humans are not there at the earliest.

Taiichi is human and not human.

No, I don't care about that.

No matter what classification you make, Taiji is Taiji.

He was the first boy to hear the voice of Aerie. The fact is unwavering.

Aerie rode on her fat shoulder.

"Oh, what's up?

"I'll take a look behind you or something."

"Hmm? If there's any sign of it, we can find it.

"Ho. Then you must be aware of it before you realize it."

Laughing at Taiji, laughing back at Aeriy.

"What, it's against the rules to read the air flow?