Isekai Cheat Magician

Lemia-Santa Cru.

Fallen Leaf Mage by name.

He is counted as one of the best mages in this world.

Medusa's embrace in the voice-blocking junction. The storm of the king.

These three magic tricks I showed you during your stay at Wenefix were actually knitted by Lemia.

The voice-blocking junction, in particular, is greatly treasured by the heavy towns of huge tissues.

It has the downside of not getting the outside sound, but it's great when you tell stories that people don't want to hear.

This has a lot of value on it, and Lemia is blowing quite a bit high. The customers were as rich as they would have liked, and the value of Remia's words had become fixed at some point. There are not a lot of rich people, so the absolute number of customers is small, but I still got enough money to feed about two or three other people besides myself.

And more expensive than that is magic, magic strength measuring magic.

Until now, I could only vaguely tell how much magic I had and how strong I was. Moreover, very few high-ranking magicians possess such skills.

It is, for example, the head of a court magician or an equivalent sorcery.

To what extent is the magician's strength? We had to determine the demons we could defeat and the strength of the opponents we could beat.

But Lemia made that possible.

You can now rank clearly in numbers.

Remia doesn't want money. At the same time, however, I am not going to sell my magic cheaply.

It is to enhance the status of being a magician.

It didn't feel good to be seen cheap by those who didn't know it was the bones of any horse. That doesn't have to be Lemia to feel that way.

Remea put on a price that could be described as extrajudicial for magic measuring magic. That's not very much, but it's not the amount you can pay for an Adventurer's Guild or a middle-aged aristocrat.

As a result, the purchasing symmetry was narrowed down to grand aristocracy, merchants and countries who built huge assets.

The Marquis, including the Ellistein Magic Kingdom, the Dortesheim family and the Marchese family, are also customers.

Magic Measurement Magic is not just a tool for organizations to weigh the power of their organization members.

Lemia was beaten once by the man in front of her, who was attacking Lemia with an outpouring of hostility, with his squished paper gripping hands. The attack was to a degree blurred, but the fist was wrapped with a sharp spinning wind.

Under the influence of that wind, the man was blown away. It wasn't a scratchy technique, so we were just apart.

The way the attack was avoided, the way the man regained his posture in the air, was brilliant.

"Can you do melee fights or something?"

The martial arts used by Remia were less than the man expected.

Sometimes even magicians fight enemies who specialize in melee combat. Keeping your dodging abilities up for this is a training for magicians as well, but no one is fixing melee combat at Lemia's level.

"He said he's been alive 80 years. I'll have time for more than just magic."

"I see."

Remia takes the cane of her left hand on her shoulder.

"That was about thirty years ago. I was taught by the consideration for teaching witchcraft to an odd old man. I thought it was futile, but it's insulting because it's extraneous."

"It's a way of using time that humans can't do."

When I showed Taiichi a demonstration of magic enhancement a few months ago, I didn't intentionally use martial arts. Even if you don't have the fighting skills, you've decided that it would be more motivating to know that you can be incredibly powerful.

"Which"

Spread the paper you were squeezing into this lookout.

I didn't just hit him. He planted his vigilance against being stuffed in time, as well as performing magic measurements.

A man dews his vigilance wondering if there's any point in the paper Lemia spreads.

"Magic value 27000, Magic strength 2500? It's inside."

Hearing that, a man turned his eyes round. I never thought they'd do magic measurements during the battle. This is synonymous with being made whole naked.

He is the owner of magic that could be an immediate ace if he were employed as a court magician. This is a number close to Mullah and Remea has the impression that she would be just fine as a trainee.

Mullah is a raw elf. Still growing but with high qualities. It's inferior to Rin, but that's not a low mula, it's just that Rin is abnormal. Most of all, I predict that when Mullah turns eighteen and grows up - the Elf adult is eighteen - she will rise to the same level as Rin.

For the record, when I send Taiji out to get together, they all make a discount because they turn him into a child.

"Magic measurement," he said? They do it. "

The man, who can see how unsavory that is, bit his teeth.

"Well don't be so angry. That's not a bad number."

His measurements are something to be proud of, given that he is above the average of the values of court magicians. In that regard, Remia had praised him from the bottom of her heart.

"That's a lot of magic, isn't it?

"What, are you jealous? Man's jealousy is ugly. Misthorobos."

"It's Mistophorus!

"Oh, did I? No, I'm sorry. I forget I don't care."

Mistophorus said something more, but closed his open mouth slowly and closed his eyes for the first time.

Less than two seconds later, his eyes were regaining calm and his complexion was calming.

Lemia makes it look boring, "What, are we done here?"

"I forgot who my opponent was. I was in a position to slap the letter of challenge."

"It's something I used to calm down."

"The boulder is a deciduous mage. I know exactly how to seal the magician's power."

Whatever more you say, you'll push your arm against the warm curtain. Remia stopped responding.

Whatever magicians need is calm. Some people use their power with anger, but in magicians it is often an enemy. If you think that even Remy always cares about behaving calmly, then you can see for yourself how important a factor that is.

"Let's try to stop the sharpening of health. Full of spirits, let them bump into each other"

Behind the man's eyes, Lemia saw calmly, but only what she wanted.

"Good eye. Good. Let's take that challenge and stand."

The eyes of those who have decided to wave all their own, unlike those who do not resign. Lemia knew that even when the opponent was underground, those with such eyes could all be powerful enemies.

"Bye."

Mistophorus shakes up the wand, and waves it down.

At this distance, you can fight enough without a cane if you are about the arm of Mistophorus. But he dares to use his cane. The chronic mind is zero.

Countless ice swirling in the wind. In response to his wand, it was produced innumerably.

"Come."

They head towards Lemia at once. Not everything hits Remea. I'm taking some off.

(... that's good)

The aim wasn't sweet. Something that blocks the movement you try to avoid. And part of the barrage is as thin as it was scratched. We can avoid it here, as if they're inviting us.

Making him avoid it on that route is probably what Mistforos is after. If so.

"Everything, until you knock it off"

He turned his wand and slammed the earth hard with a stone poke.

The ground cracked and flames blew up from it. Anti-protrusion and anti-water attribute defensive magic, burning earth. The magic of Mistophorus evaporates in an instant, unable to withstand its heat.

The burning earth subsides, and the flames sink into the earth. What we saw at that moment was a man pointing a chunk of water and a woman pointing a fireball.

They clash just in the middle of the two of us, and we can play with white smoke.

Fiery white smoke and blistering fires and water that struck each other out.

It blew smoke trying to clear up, and mistforos created a chunk of wind. colourless and transparent. It is certainly felt there by the magic of Mistophorus.

Bounced and scattered, it's a circular lunar circle of air with sharp squirting flavors with each blow. It will soon be free from the control of Mistophorus and we will head to Lemia in unison.

"Feng Moon Ring? It's brilliant."

Wind Attribute Top Extinction Magic. Higher magic is said to be the only way to join leading magicians with this.

Because of this, Lemia is also a magic trick that can be used. Try to verify which is better, the Aerothrust or the Feng Moon Ring devised by Taichi.

Aerothrust oriented and directed towards the target in a straight line.

Fenglung wheels that target countless wind blades from multiple directions.

Given their characteristics, they are both long and short depending on how they are used.

So what about performance?

Aerothrust in sharpness.

In the difficulty of avoiding, the wind and moon rings.

Aerothrust at the speed of the bullet.

Aerothrust even at the speed to release.

The last element in particular is very large. Aerothrust of activated equal-firing against the Fenglung wheel, which accumulates time between activation and splitting the bullet.

That's the deciding factor. The conclusion is the aeroslastic advantage.

"Come on, can you avoid it!?

"Don't feel the need for that."

"What? but......!

He was engraved with a large X-mark cut on his upper body, and Mistophorus threw up blood and knelt on the ground.

When attacked, the magic in use spreads without being maintained. In accordance with the law, the wind and moon rings disappeared.

Remea's figure standing in a right-handed, waving position was reflected in the eyes of Mistophorus.

I'll look through the wounds with the hands of those who don't have canes. Pretty deep. Fatal wound.

Twisting his weakness about to plunge to the ground with his mental strength, Mistforus glances at Remia.

"Gu...... Huh. What have you... done..."

Remia stared temporarily at the right hand she had paid for, squeezing. Satisfied with the fragrant effect as expected.

"You know about the subpoena boy from another world?

……

Receive silence as affirmation.

"It's magic that the boy knitted out. I taught it and arranged it for myself."

"Arrange..."

It's easy in words, but it's not easy to actually arrange magic.

I guess doing that is what makes her a deciduous magician.

"The name is Aerothrust. It's hard to make it thinner than the blade on the wind and moon wheel."

"... perky and... light mouth thing..."

I'll try to bump one of my dislikes into Lemia revealing how light and sorcery work. Remia laughed all the time.

"I don't mind. There's no one around."

The soldiers around them are at a certain distance from each other to avoid getting caught up in the battle between Remia and Mistophorus. Even when the magic of listening to the conversations of Remea and the others from a distance was used, I was confident that I would soon notice.

"How much have I told the one who's about to die, and I feel nothing wrong"

"... right"

Mistophorus loosened his expression when he heard Remia's words and the load on his shoulder fell.

"So... are you going to die without even knowing you're going to die...?

"If that's what you want at death, I'll hear you out."

Lemia is not so ruthless that neither does the last wish of what passes into death come true.

Raise your right hand heavenly high.

A flame strikes all around her.

Stirred by the hot air, Remia's clothes stirred her hair.

Beauty dancing with flames.

For Mistforus, one man before he was a mage, it must have been eye care.

"You don't have to worry about anything. Let's not feel any pain or suffering."

What was created above the right hand was a fireball more than two metres in diameter.

Mistophorus, too, only knows his name.

Scorching hell. Name it Inferno.

That's not just a fireball. Burn it down with a scorching flame that doesn't even leave any bones.

It is a sorcery that counts among the highest ranks in terms of difficulty and destructiveness.

"Inferno or... boulder... high, it was a wall..."

"I told you so."

Remia pointed her right hand at Mistophorus, who knelt on the ground.

A burning fireball swallows his body in no time.

The flames swell up and I can play.

It blows the earth and burns the ground, and the scorching heat ravages the whole perimeter with high heat, mainly mistforos.

A strip stained with orange even though it's not evening. To the magic of incredible destructiveness, for a moment, time stopped.

Traces that already had Mistophorus would have burned out without a trace.

"... eighty years."

With the rising red lotus flame at present, Lemia whined without changing her expression.

◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

The impact scattered in eight directions by the Inferno unleashed by Remia rocked Mullah's foot.

If you looked to the side unintentionally, a giant firepillar was rising a little further away.

"... Mr. Lemia."

I got used to Taiichi and Rin, but Miguel's reaction, which is supposed to surprise me in front of him, is the right answer.

Lemia is usually wondering if she'll see you once in a lifetime or not.

Is that Inferno? Of course the power is amazing. But that's not the amazing thing about her. Lemia would be keroli while shooting all that magic. Mullah remembers the war better there.

"I can't believe it... is there someone who can use such magic?"

"You underestimate a deciduous magician."

Watching the flames burning for a while, the two glanced back at their opponents at the same time.

"Seems so. The world is wide. Let's reflect."

"Somewhat honest."

"... I know exactly what you were looking at me"

The first impression is important, whining Miguel. But with no change in that look, he didn't seem to care about Mullah's ratings.

Well, it's the same with the mullahs, so I guess it's a place to pee.

"I don't care about that. Let's go with the second round. Let me change my defensive position."

"Fine."

Mullah pulls her left leg and sets up her sword. Shit, the metal rang small. Miguel also restarts his sword so as to respond to the Mullah.

The first bump was mutual if we only looked at the results.

Prevent each other from attacking.

Miguel traveling at high speed and Mullah intercepting it with minimal movement required.

We both ended up without even having a loot wound. Instead of being finished, I was unintentionally interrupted by Remia's witchcraft along the way.

We didn't see that as a gap with each other because we knew it wouldn't work like that.

"Come."

"You don't have to tell me."

Mullah converges her magic powers on her left hand, which she hides with her body.

"Let me go."

Squeeze your hips and poke your left hand at Miguel.

With the bursting sound, countless fireballs flew towards Miguel. One shot at a time is not a great deal of power.

But enough for a barrage.

Now I let the sword put the flame together, and by swinging it through, I skipped the slaughter of the flame. There's enough speed. It's got tracking. If you just hit it, it works for Rin too.

Approach Miguel, who has taken evasive action, with his sword pointed to the ground. Ignoring the fireball, Miguel intercepted with his aim set only for the slaughter of the flames.

Mullah, who saw that this could be prevented from his opponent's power, had set up a fine work on the slaughter of the flames. I have no power to kill. Instead I tried to burst if I touched something.

"Huh!"

The moment I touched the sword that was shaken up, the slaughter of the flames could be bounced. A small explosion, but enough to play the sword.

Without having to undergo an explosion by his own magic, Mullah swung through the gap for a moment. I haven't returned the blade. The impending blade of Mithril would be fatally wounded by a single blow if hit, a sharp blow as if a bee were to stab it.

At all costs while he speaks, Miguel overlays his shield in its orbit. Miguel avoids the slaughter of Mullah, which, if properly received, can be flown from arm to arm, with a stunning shield that slips the surface.

Miguel laughs and the mullet laughs as he prevents a series of breathless attacks.

This is as planned for Mullah. Otherwise, there's no point in purposefully releasing (...) the attack so that it can be prevented for sure.

"Grr!?

Everything, for this blow. A sword of rock, created on his left hand, plunged into the earthen belly of Miguel. I don't expect a killing ability against an opponent that I'm consolidating with armor. If only shock and blow damage could be inflicted.

But after all, it's not an easy opponent. By jumping behind himself, Miguel tried to mitigate the damage. Then what?

There is only one answer. This is an immediate pursuit. Disassemble the rock sword and let it bounce, causing Miguel to follow it as rubble.

And the second wave is yourself. Bring it into a brawl before it pulls any damage to your abdomen.

"What, oh... don't lick it!!

Miguel waved his sword down as he was flown. Something cold runs through my spine.

Zuban and earth tear apart. It's Miguel's blade. The same magic sword as the Mullah's flaming sword I just unleashed. Pretty powerful. But if you let it go with this much strength, there will be some recoil. It is the user of the same technology that instantly analyzes it and chooses to avoid it on a single piece of paper.

It breaks the timing from the impending rift of the earth and its own speed. I twisted and dodged my body at the right time here. He was lightly slashed in the left arm, but it's no big deal. When you can move without problems, you avoid judging by your physical condition, that momentum is sharpened, and keep putting your feet out for Miguel, who is slightly blunt in motion due to recoil, without slowing down.

"Do it!"

"Whoa!

Miguel's counterattack also increases in intensity, depending on the intensity of Mullah's attack.

The power of every blow is Miguel. Speed is mutual. The technology is mula.

Deciding that straining each other with force would only be detrimental, Mullah switched her purpose to tangle and take Miguel's sword.

Whenever he touches Miguel's sword, Mullah tries to twist himself up in a complicated orbit and sweeten his grip on the pattern. Mindful of its intentions, Miguel can draw his sword in haste. But if you stop the attack there, you will be exposed to a stormy Mullah attack.

Miguel can't stop his sword-wielding hand, even as he remembers war with Mullah, who is completely unaware of the difference in power.

From Mullah's point of view, I have experienced more severe spec differences than this over and over again in my training.

Once you've had it fought with forty powers, it's finally fast to follow, enough power to hesitate to combine defenses regardless. I even learned fear despite my training.

Instead of making an unpleasant face, a boy who can follow the Spirit who bought me out by advancing on the role of a virtual strong monster. You will have to thank him properly.

That's why Mullah has grown so eye-catching these days. Practical training that continued against opponents who couldn't get through the attack even after running out of maneuvers. Just attacking doesn't make sense. To the extent that I'm a little creative, I can get upset. Hit all the hands you can and finally hit or not hit. Of course, it's not acceptable to "spare" someone with so little strength.

There is only one Tai Chi counterattack. Grabbing the mula's neck with either left or right hand. It would be impossible if we had a normal exchange of lives, such as being able to continue as many times as we can, over and over again.

Taiichi asks me to "intimidate you if you fight a fuzzy battle". When I started to have a minute to two, when I lost in just over a dozen seconds, I was intimidated by Tai Chi.

It is a memory in my mind that, knowing that no harm can actually be done, I was mowed by instinctive fear and accidentally tearful, and then I was consoled by a rushing taichi. Well, it's not as old as calling it a memory.

Compared to that, Miguel's power isn't as much as he honestly fears.

Mullah and Miguel's sword triumphs repeat their departure once the sword touches them. If that is not compelling, it is no.

Slash chasing a messy silver thread. body moving to spin that yarn. Especially since the light-hearted mullahs show movement like a sword dance.

The impact of a sword that meets at high speed. Every shot doesn't have to be a big deal, but if it overlaps, it will be a shock.

The grass at your feet wiggles, and the leaves of the low vegetation shake away.

What would happen if I raised the gear a little bit? Even if the attack continues at the same speed, it will not be clear, so it will whip the body even more and increase its speed.

The change was dramatic. Miguel is missing this about the obvious. Mullahs are also coming in recoil because they are getting one foot out of the enhanced magic safety area.

But Mullah, who put her foot on the mound from herself, and Miguel, who was forced to put her foot on the mound, were fundamentally in a different position.

"Whoa!

"Ahhhh...... ahhh!!

Mullah understood intuitively that she couldn't hold her breath any longer. A moment before he hit Miguel's sword, he assigned all his enhancements to power.

The sound of shock rang so loud that it did not seem like a meeting between the swords that Miguel was pushed for about ten meters and lagged behind. I was so obsessed with cutting, I couldn't keep up with the mula switching.

I mean, this is Miguel's limit. The difference between a single piece of paper and a mula, but very thick.

"Why... why..."

"Ha... ha... ha..."

Only two breaths breathing on their shoulders echo around them. The wind caught the sound.

"... cum"

Being bitten by remorse means that he noticed that fact too. Sooner or later, it is obvious which one has its share.

"... you can end this now, can't you?

"Damn... it's not gonna be easy!

"No. It's over."

For the first time, Mullah holds the sword with both hands and places it in the front eye. Flames swirl around the sword of Mithril.

Magic sword/fox. Lemia said the overhead technique, which allocated all of its energy to power. They advise that it may not fit Mullah's style. On the other hand, it's not a bad Special Attack, though. Special Attack, I honestly care about the phrase, "If you hit it, it's a" sure kill move "to Remia. What do you care," he's kicked in the ass. Attack power is impeccable and is so good at attacking that there is no other way to deal with it than to avoid it if you are an opponent at the same level.

The most aggressive means of attack among Mullah's hand tags, he met desperately to compensate for the lack of offense he experienced in his battle with Auga.

Aside from Taiichi and Lemia, Rin is well behind, and her pride did not allow her to be let go any further.

"Miguel, I will slay you with this sword. With my win, this battle is over."

"Don't get on with it!

Taunt with an extra grin. He's been good and fierce and honestly helpful. Mullahs are much more than that.

If you can fight and win normally, you'll have to use your wife's hand, which you sealed.

That back hand, the recoil is awesome. I don't want to use it in the middle of this battlefield. Assuming it is removed, it will show a huge gap. Even if we fight normally, I think we can win any of them. But I can easily imagine what would be a war of attrition. In terms of wear and tear after winning, it shouldn't be so different than after using your wife's hands.

Then you'd better settle fast.

Mullah thinks it's ironic that it would have been better to have used this back hand for the encounter, but turned out best.

I decided to positively see that as there was room for equals to grow, even though the judgment and sweetness of the cut around it were still there.

At the end of his gaze, Miguel had a huge wind wrapped around his sword. Do you want me to intercept the fox?

No, it would be strange if I didn't know that there was no such thing as a magic swordsman at the same level to prevent foxes. I mean, that's for the counter after avoiding Mullah's attack.

If you take this off, it will be Mullah who will be killed. Without being able to resist all sorts of things, we are waiting for a different ending where we can do whatever we want. It is still a certainty that even dignity as a woman will be trampled upon, if only to scatter her life.

But.

That, too, in the end.

If you don't remove it, there's no problem.

A breeze stroked Miguel's cheek.

What happened?

Mullah was disappearing from Miguel's sight.

Where have you been?

The moment I thought about it, his vision stained red.

A bright red hua that blossoms.

From Miguel's left shoulder to his right hip, there were enough cuts carved to reach his spine.

"Heh... heh..."

About twenty meters from Miguel, Mullah's figure stops with a sword waved down.

Put it in sight for a moment, and Miguel spit blood out of his mouth. Then consciousness blacks out.

He dropped his sword on the earth and fell to the front, to the fatal wounds he received at an even impossible rate of perception.

"Here...... With my win, the battle is over..."

Temperantly controlling her own body screaming, Mullah strained her chest.